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Mainstream Deviation
MAINSTREAM DEVIATION
Title: Mainstream Deviation
Genre: Sci-Fi, Drama
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Warnings: None this chapter
Disclaimer: MINE!
CHAPTER ONE:
HISTORY OF HATRED
The time is January 1, 3999 Ano Domini by the calendar of mankind. The place is a world of our own making yet not our own. It is a world called Pangea, so named after the great landmass that existed at the beginning of Earth’s history. This world, Pangea, was concieved shortly after a great viral holocaust that decimated half of the homeworld’s population in late 2090. Earth scientists began a desperate, collective effort to establish a new world upon which to quarantine those humans who were still infected with the dreaded disease in order to save earth. Nearly a thousand years of hard labor and advancement passed before at last their efforts paid off and a satellite colony was established on a newly discovered martian moon, found to have a gravity and atmosphere signature nearly identical to Earth’s. The planet rejoiced and mourned.
Through the years the people had endured, surviving the horrible disease despite it’s perpetual threat. There was joy in their hearts to know that carriers were being shipped away, thus ensuring the death of the deadly virus. Yet there was grief in their hearts to know that loved ones were being sent away forever to what they assumed was certain death. Mothers, Fathers, Husbands, Wives, Sons, and daughters were being cast away into the black eternity of space due to circumstances that were beyond their individual control. However in the end, the self preservation instincts of the healthy won, ending in the inevitable exile of bother carriers and the terminally ill. The tears were harsh when the shuttle departed from Earth, but they were cancelled out by jubilant cheers.
The shuttle traversed space for many months to reach Pangea’s orbit and that time lost forever in the confines of cold darkness bred the deepest of despair and the greatest of friendships among the condemned. Some of the humans looked toward Pangea with a new hope of a future and survival, their optimism cancelling out any fear of death. Others still hid away in the shadows, wasting away and waiting sadly for the end to come, seeing only futility in attempting to stave off mortality. A final group of humans grew bitter and hateful, the days of lonely dejection fostering the most wretched of anger towards a planet that had forsaken them. Perhaps it was their minds that were the strongest for they, among all of them, schemed.
Some schemed of one day returning to Earth to punish those who had thrown them away while a larger majority plotted to make Pangea a better Earth than the homeworld ever was. They would make this Pangea a shining star of the utmost brightness, a waxing beauty of halcyon radiance whose refulgance would refute the cruel world that had no need for them. Whatever the scheme or the reason, the plans that came to fruition once the shuttle landed brought about a land that was fecund with opportunities powered by the cunning and willpower of those bitter men and women who had spent their days, not in idle dreaming, but in tortuous thought.
Although abandoned, the castaways that harbored hope did not laze about with the false ideals of being rescued. Those fueled by optimism labored away under the guidance of the prudent and bitter majority. Their bodies and minds were taxed beyond all limit but within the span of a mere twenty years the city began to thrive with a life all its own, a gleaming world of technology built on the back of what the Earth had already established many years ago for them. Businesses flourished and a government not unlike that the old Britain had enjoyed began to take hold. The very first Prime Minister of Pangea being none other than a very prominent businessman who had been among the schemers rather than the few dreamers.
In those brief twenty years another astonishing, yet utterly sinister, change began to grip the supposedly doomed citizens of Pangea and to this very day no one is quite sure what brought it about. Some say that it is a slight inconsistancy in the atmosphere while others suppose that it is some form of alien mineral deposit found deep inside the planet. No matter what the reason, those poor folk in the powerful grips of what had been a deadly disease on Earth began to mutate in totally unexpected ways.
Most of the unlucky victims developed a hideous sort of ocular pigmentary disorder that turned their irises disturbing shades of pink and red, slitting their pupils just slightly. Their normally rounded ears tapered off to sharp points and the shell of the auditory reciever grew slightly more hollowed towards the skull. Their skin darkened to a near gold, allowing them to escape the uv rays that threatened even in the colder and more distant realm of Pangea. The bodies of the unfortunates grew long and slender, as agile as cats and every inch as powerful. The gradual changes to their bodies granted them a sort of superhuman physical form and caused a rather large stir in the more healthy populace who, strangely enough, did not undergo the same mutations.
For a time these people enjoyed a height of popularity in the city for they were beautiful, elegant, and almost devilishly clever. They were valued as husbands, wives, and lovers for their traits which were now highly desireable. Within a year there was a baby boom nearing on an epidemic of half-bred children who were spawned between unions of the golden skinned mutants and their yet-human lovers. It was a peaceful time that spread over nearly three decades until the government began to truly fear these superior beings as an honest threat.
In their eyes the physically enhanced Deviants (as they had been named by the general populace for their abnormal genes) were a threat to their own mental superiority and it was at that time that certain steps were put into motion. To ensure that Deviants would never usurp a good Mainstream Viral’s place in the political echelon, laws were mad that forbade Deviant Virals or Quasi Virals from certain jobs or careers. The oppression began small but by 3050, Deviants and Quasis were practically criminals for even daring to exist. They were crushed down and opposed at every turn: unable to find appropriate work and wrongly accused of crimes against the Mainstreams.
Finally there came a time when no one seemed to remember ever having loved the Deviants or ever having even wanted them. No one recalled that the Deviants were their own people who had merely experienced an unfortunate stab of Fate. No one even recalled the original meaning of Deviant or Quasi. To this new, virtually amnesiac race of Mainstreams Deviant only meant that these beasts were morally corrupt and unworthy. To this hateful social group Quasi no longer meant that a person was half Mainstream and half Deviant. It only meant that they were half human. Sub standard. Undeserving of kindness or even of the right to live.
Until the year 3084 the Mainstream city in which all the races dwelled together became a crucible with its lid shut tight. Anger and undeserved persecution heated and swelled to a viscious boiling point when, in one great swoop, the face of the planet Pangea changed forever.
At last the Mainstreams could no longer tolerate the supposed wrongs of the Deviants and the Great Exile exploded across the city. Deviants were either chased out or utterly exterminated like rats who knew no wrong except existance. In a panic, these people fled the great Metropolis that had once been their home in favor of living to see the sunlight another day. They wandered like dirty convicts through the hard terrains of Pangea that spanned away from the city. Through the suburbs they toiled and on into a strange desert that nearly killed them all with its blasting sand and scalding heat. Then, after a week of hideous suffering, rising up from the wastes like a proverbial Promised Land there stood a mighty forest strewn with the scraps and wreckage left from the construction of the Mainstream City.
With a renewed vigor and a vaguely familiar sense of bitter longing, the Deviant people set to work at constructing a city from the ground up. It progressed quickly through the stages of civilization, helped along by the technological leavings of the generations that had come before them. At the present time they now are masters of a civilization that directly rivals that of Mainstream City in matters of technological advancement, medicine, government, currency…and a stark, inground hatred.
This is where the story truly begins….
A/N: Well this is chapter one. Yup. Ahhhh yup. *whistles and looks around* Holy shit you guys are still here? Damn, you guys are gluttons for punishment. Well you should definitely be expecting more soon. I have three days until college starts and I’ll be hiding in my room a lot to avoid my roommate’s friends since they apparently hate me and live only to upset me.
Title: Mainstream Deviation
Genre: Sci-Fi, Drama
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Warnings: None this chapter
Disclaimer: MINE!
CHAPTER ONE:
HISTORY OF HATRED
The time is January 1, 3999 Ano Domini by the calendar of mankind. The place is a world of our own making yet not our own. It is a world called Pangea, so named after the great landmass that existed at the beginning of Earth’s history. This world, Pangea, was concieved shortly after a great viral holocaust that decimated half of the homeworld’s population in late 2090. Earth scientists began a desperate, collective effort to establish a new world upon which to quarantine those humans who were still infected with the dreaded disease in order to save earth. Nearly a thousand years of hard labor and advancement passed before at last their efforts paid off and a satellite colony was established on a newly discovered martian moon, found to have a gravity and atmosphere signature nearly identical to Earth’s. The planet rejoiced and mourned.
Through the years the people had endured, surviving the horrible disease despite it’s perpetual threat. There was joy in their hearts to know that carriers were being shipped away, thus ensuring the death of the deadly virus. Yet there was grief in their hearts to know that loved ones were being sent away forever to what they assumed was certain death. Mothers, Fathers, Husbands, Wives, Sons, and daughters were being cast away into the black eternity of space due to circumstances that were beyond their individual control. However in the end, the self preservation instincts of the healthy won, ending in the inevitable exile of bother carriers and the terminally ill. The tears were harsh when the shuttle departed from Earth, but they were cancelled out by jubilant cheers.
The shuttle traversed space for many months to reach Pangea’s orbit and that time lost forever in the confines of cold darkness bred the deepest of despair and the greatest of friendships among the condemned. Some of the humans looked toward Pangea with a new hope of a future and survival, their optimism cancelling out any fear of death. Others still hid away in the shadows, wasting away and waiting sadly for the end to come, seeing only futility in attempting to stave off mortality. A final group of humans grew bitter and hateful, the days of lonely dejection fostering the most wretched of anger towards a planet that had forsaken them. Perhaps it was their minds that were the strongest for they, among all of them, schemed.
Some schemed of one day returning to Earth to punish those who had thrown them away while a larger majority plotted to make Pangea a better Earth than the homeworld ever was. They would make this Pangea a shining star of the utmost brightness, a waxing beauty of halcyon radiance whose refulgance would refute the cruel world that had no need for them. Whatever the scheme or the reason, the plans that came to fruition once the shuttle landed brought about a land that was fecund with opportunities powered by the cunning and willpower of those bitter men and women who had spent their days, not in idle dreaming, but in tortuous thought.
Although abandoned, the castaways that harbored hope did not laze about with the false ideals of being rescued. Those fueled by optimism labored away under the guidance of the prudent and bitter majority. Their bodies and minds were taxed beyond all limit but within the span of a mere twenty years the city began to thrive with a life all its own, a gleaming world of technology built on the back of what the Earth had already established many years ago for them. Businesses flourished and a government not unlike that the old Britain had enjoyed began to take hold. The very first Prime Minister of Pangea being none other than a very prominent businessman who had been among the schemers rather than the few dreamers.
In those brief twenty years another astonishing, yet utterly sinister, change began to grip the supposedly doomed citizens of Pangea and to this very day no one is quite sure what brought it about. Some say that it is a slight inconsistancy in the atmosphere while others suppose that it is some form of alien mineral deposit found deep inside the planet. No matter what the reason, those poor folk in the powerful grips of what had been a deadly disease on Earth began to mutate in totally unexpected ways.
Most of the unlucky victims developed a hideous sort of ocular pigmentary disorder that turned their irises disturbing shades of pink and red, slitting their pupils just slightly. Their normally rounded ears tapered off to sharp points and the shell of the auditory reciever grew slightly more hollowed towards the skull. Their skin darkened to a near gold, allowing them to escape the uv rays that threatened even in the colder and more distant realm of Pangea. The bodies of the unfortunates grew long and slender, as agile as cats and every inch as powerful. The gradual changes to their bodies granted them a sort of superhuman physical form and caused a rather large stir in the more healthy populace who, strangely enough, did not undergo the same mutations.
For a time these people enjoyed a height of popularity in the city for they were beautiful, elegant, and almost devilishly clever. They were valued as husbands, wives, and lovers for their traits which were now highly desireable. Within a year there was a baby boom nearing on an epidemic of half-bred children who were spawned between unions of the golden skinned mutants and their yet-human lovers. It was a peaceful time that spread over nearly three decades until the government began to truly fear these superior beings as an honest threat.
In their eyes the physically enhanced Deviants (as they had been named by the general populace for their abnormal genes) were a threat to their own mental superiority and it was at that time that certain steps were put into motion. To ensure that Deviants would never usurp a good Mainstream Viral’s place in the political echelon, laws were mad that forbade Deviant Virals or Quasi Virals from certain jobs or careers. The oppression began small but by 3050, Deviants and Quasis were practically criminals for even daring to exist. They were crushed down and opposed at every turn: unable to find appropriate work and wrongly accused of crimes against the Mainstreams.
Finally there came a time when no one seemed to remember ever having loved the Deviants or ever having even wanted them. No one recalled that the Deviants were their own people who had merely experienced an unfortunate stab of Fate. No one even recalled the original meaning of Deviant or Quasi. To this new, virtually amnesiac race of Mainstreams Deviant only meant that these beasts were morally corrupt and unworthy. To this hateful social group Quasi no longer meant that a person was half Mainstream and half Deviant. It only meant that they were half human. Sub standard. Undeserving of kindness or even of the right to live.
Until the year 3084 the Mainstream city in which all the races dwelled together became a crucible with its lid shut tight. Anger and undeserved persecution heated and swelled to a viscious boiling point when, in one great swoop, the face of the planet Pangea changed forever.
At last the Mainstreams could no longer tolerate the supposed wrongs of the Deviants and the Great Exile exploded across the city. Deviants were either chased out or utterly exterminated like rats who knew no wrong except existance. In a panic, these people fled the great Metropolis that had once been their home in favor of living to see the sunlight another day. They wandered like dirty convicts through the hard terrains of Pangea that spanned away from the city. Through the suburbs they toiled and on into a strange desert that nearly killed them all with its blasting sand and scalding heat. Then, after a week of hideous suffering, rising up from the wastes like a proverbial Promised Land there stood a mighty forest strewn with the scraps and wreckage left from the construction of the Mainstream City.
With a renewed vigor and a vaguely familiar sense of bitter longing, the Deviant people set to work at constructing a city from the ground up. It progressed quickly through the stages of civilization, helped along by the technological leavings of the generations that had come before them. At the present time they now are masters of a civilization that directly rivals that of Mainstream City in matters of technological advancement, medicine, government, currency…and a stark, inground hatred.
This is where the story truly begins….
A/N: Well this is chapter one. Yup. Ahhhh yup. *whistles and looks around* Holy shit you guys are still here? Damn, you guys are gluttons for punishment. Well you should definitely be expecting more soon. I have three days until college starts and I’ll be hiding in my room a lot to avoid my roommate’s friends since they apparently hate me and live only to upset me.