Rising Tides


Rising Tides

Rising Tides

Captain’s Blog; Star Date 05312013WP:

This is my last stop before heading into uncharted territory.  Protocol would have me dropping a communication probe within this planet’s orbit to stay connected with the NET.

I am about to become a hermit.  I willfully ostracize myself into the unknown.

I Want To Be Alone


I Want To Be Alone

I Want To Be Alone

Captain’s Blog; Star Date 05302013WP:

I put in a request for a one maned exploration corvette class ship.  I wish to fly into deep space where the connection to the NET requires probes.  I just want silence.

To my kind I am a hero, the captain of a ship that swooped in at the last-minute, safe from an enemy EMP bomb. My crew and I unloaded all the fire power our ship had into the hull of the biggest ship produced, The Heart Faith.

The Heart Faith was weakened. Her shields required all her power to protect herself from the EMP waves she released.  Her shields went down. All power diverted to her guns.  Her crew was thinking they where safe, her enemies knocked out and awaiting death.  If that ship’s guns would have gotten back online we would have lost a whole base full of my people.  The EMP would have prevented any saving of souls.

Despite this, I think all Pure-Fleshers I silenced forever.  All the unique souls that can never be restored.  We Transhumans have a great desire to preserve our uniqueness, our memories and our ideas.  Our technology is to designed to make individuals last forever if desired.  We don’t ever need to leave this vast universe due to death.

I heard the screams of Tranhumans when they are “shut off” carried over the NET.  We can know the pain and experience of death, but we can be reborn…

The screams of all the Pure-Fleshers I silenced will haunt my dreams for a long time.

New Home


New Home

New Home

Transhumans have won the war but at a cost, we killed many Pure-Fleshers in a battle in Sector 110.  This win made many against use lose heart, for their conscious end with death, while ours can be transferred into personal drives, then installed in either clones, machines or The Net.  (which we have regained control over)  Those installed in clones made great spies mingling undetectable due to no integrated tech.  Some of our kind went into the web in order to hijack our enemies ships so we did not have to destroy them, instead transferring them to outposts scattered throughout the universe away from loud speeches of their leaders.  Distance will turn them into their own thinking minds.  Some of the war-torn Transhumans residing in cloned bodies have joined them in hopes of making new peaceful human cultures.

Those fanatic Pure-Fleshers that still hold onto their destructive cult beliefs have returned to Earth, opting to use old technology that we can’t infiltrate.  We will let them have the planet and look for a new home away from them.  At times we will check on them, just in case their new primitive way of life becomes a possible hostile threat, but more than likely they will choke the Earth like their kind has done in the past.

 

Marooned


Marooned

Marooned

Personal Blog Star Date 12042012wp

I am no longer a captain.  Instead I am marooned in sector 39 with other Transhumans.  We are to stay here until the NET is back up and safe for us to connect to again.  Truth is the NET is up, we are just not being allowed to connect!  Rumor is the e-virus that infected us came from within our own government.  There is also a Movement made of Pure-Fleshers, called “The Return” lobbying high officials to ban the use implanted interstellar modems within the brain.  We are stuck between the Devil and the deep blue sea.  Any outspoken resistance may spark fear the virus is still active, but complacency will surely doom us and we will no longer be treated as human.

The Tragedy


The Tragedy

The Tragedy

Caption’s Blog date still unknown.

It has been some time since my last entry.  A terrible tragedy has happened.  An unknown evil has released an e-virus that swiftly infected a large segment of the Transhuman population, pitting us against each other as well as the Pure Fleshers.  If not for a few strong-willed cyborgs creating a vaccine, all types of humans may have disappeared from the universe.  Unfortunately the whole population of human identities that existed purely within the NET are dead, never able to speak again.  In order to prevent their infected collective consciences from taking command of all Starships and attacking Earth, the data frame that held them was destroyed.  The Government leaders (mostly made of Pure Fleshers) ordered all backups to be erased due to possible infection.  This was an act of fear, but evidence is showing it was just.

I myself resisted by disconnecting myself from the NET.  It was done to late.  I eventually succumbed to the virus.  The computer part of my brian shouting to my flesh, KILL and DESTROY!  I was stopped by my crew thankfully.

The NET is down and will remain so until it is checked for threats.  All Transhumans have been removed from duty until further notice.  I fear we may never be trusted again.