Dr. Dixon was in his aircopter, originally a helicopter that with new technology was given "air blades" and could maneuver through any tough terrain in the world, when he got his urgent message to return back home. He was to attend a summit meeting in the secretive headquarters hidden deep in the Cheyenne Mountains where all the One World Order leaders met.
The leaders consisted of three groups: The Elite, The Privilege, and The Masterminds. Dr. Dixon was part of The Masterminds that was mainly consisted of doctors and scientists. Since the ozone depletion, the human race mutated into three different races or should I say, only three mutations survived until 2082.
These three races, Austians, Amerians, and Euridians did not know much of each other except the One World Leaders from each race. Dr. Dixon was from the Austian race which was the least affected from the depletion. The purpose for this gathering had to do with the Amerian race which mutated the most and you could hardly call them humanoid anymore.
Studies so far have shown that their mutation started well before the ozone depletion. It is believed what actually triggered the onset of their mutation was when one of their colonist from the moon brought back a solution that was generated from moon dust. Little did that person know that for millions of years, DNA particles from outer space had bombarded the moon’s surface. These trace proteins became activated during the process of purifying water in which dust and stones were part of the filtration system.
The Amerians had to feed in water chamber were the nutrients entered through the skin similar to osmosis. They can live off or onshore and for the most part and, fascinatingly, they are in the ocean exploring the bottom floors where no other humans have been or seen before. It is believed that they may be building military bases and cities there.
The project that Dr. Dixon was working on was some sort of regeneration/feeding tanks. Besides needing the tanks to feed, which is done through osmosis due to way their digestive tract has evolved, they are working on making them some sort of healing tank to regenerate their bodies when they are harmed or attacked by viruses. They needed this sort of tank to enable them to stay on land longer because at certain times of the year, depending on the ocean's currents, too much pollution and red algae would practically suffocate them.
Also, when they are feeding, this is when they are at their weakest. This so called tank would add extra protection for them.
As the doctor maneuvered his aircopter over the rugged terrain, Dixon was disturbed by his latest message to return home immediately. What could be so important that needed his attention? Why couldn't this wait for a few days? It was going to be hard to explain to the group about a trivial matter that took him away when a whole race was depending on his latest invention.
The Austian race was the least effected by the ozone depletion. It is speculated that it may just have been the angle of the sun is from their part of the world. Their race didn’t mutate as much. It was more like some of their brains had degenerated and lost some of their memory capacity. To solve further degeneration scientist came up with memory chips for everyone.
At first everyone was given a chip with equal knowledge, but what The One World Leaders found out is that nobody wanted to do the mundane things in life. Their only solution to this new cultural problem was to build different levels of the rich and poor. How they went about doing that is by charging families for the chip upgrade each year. Sooner or later it gets too expensive for the family to upgrade and the child is locked into that mentality, hence they have different working classes to perform up to their capabilities.
The chip receptacle is implanted into the newborn's soft spot and the skull grows around it. Soon skin grows over the chip and receptacle. Of course, the rich have a much better quality of chip and when they go to upgrade, a device is held over the chip and the upgrade in completed without much trauma or surgery. The poor, on the other hand, have to be put under briefly and the old chip is removed and the replacement is surgically added. It is still considered minor surgery, but it takes longer for the recipient to recover. Also, there is more of a chance of brain damage. Naturally, The One World Leaders could care less.
Alex, Dr. Dixon's son, had his chip upgrade just the other day. It astonished him at how much more his tasks were easier down at the lab have become. Alex and his father, who is a well-known scientist, have been working on a few projects, but the main one was the regeneration tanks for the Amerian race. Alex never knew his mother, because his father always referred her as The Donor. Sometimes he wondered if he was made in a test tube and incubated in a lab, because he wanted so desperately believe that he was like any other he always would dismiss that thought.
If you would look at Alex's features now, you would swear that he was a young Dr. Dixon.
People were beginning to speculate that Alex was actually a clone of the good doctor.
Since Dr. Dixon had to attend another one of his summits, Alex thought that he would surprise his father with all the work he has achieved on the Amerian Project. Lately, it was coming up with a nutrient that could be absorbed easier and faster through the osmosis process that these "waternoids" fed themselves.
After returning from the lab, Alex thought that he would unwind by sipping on one his latest inventions, a by-product from his research, that he called a Book Cocktail.
It had the taste of a Martini, but with each gulp, a story filled your head as if you were reading a chapter of a book. The reason he had developed this was to find a way not to depend on chip upgrades. For some unknown reason, his father was totally against this and forbade him to go any further with it. In order not to anger his father, on his free time he made only book cocktails.
Today with all the progress down at the lab he made earlier left him feeling horny, so selected one of his erotica mixtures. As if on cue, his concubine Tasha came walking in. Tasha was hired through Omar for Alex making it to college level chips. His father believed that Alex would need this sort of activity to release the stress of working in the lab all the time. Because Alex didn’t know who his mother was, he always worried if this could be a half-sister or not. Omar always assured him that it wasn’t and that all genetic material pointed otherwise.
“Whatcha doin’ Alex Baby?’ purred Tasha. Alex looked up with a grin as big as the Cheshire Cat.He loved it when they would talk like characters from the old movies.
“How about coming over here and lay some sugar on me!” Shall us role play or just cut to the quick he thought to himself.
“Here, let me pour you a drink,” as he reached over to the flask of Book Cocktail. “This should get things rolling,” thinking as he wet his lips in anticipation.
Tasha was everything he had wanted which was in his profile he filled out with Omar. She was slightly tall of 5 feet 6 inches, blonde, blue eyed and somewhat smart, but not smarter than he. Although she was five years older, Tasha was fit as a teenager. As she walked towards him, he could plainly see that her nipples were hard and pointing through her silk blouse. He pours her a drink and the two head over to his lounge chair. After a few more sips of their drinks, Alex runs his hands up her thigh and discover to his delight that she has no panties on under her skirt. He hand reaches higher and feels that she is getting moist. His groin is aching now and he wants some action. He rips open her top and out pops her milky white breasts. The erotica Book Cocktail is racing through both of their minds. It almost is hard to tell what fantasy is and what is real.
Alex pulls her closer, but notices in the corner of his peripheral vision two figures standing and a faint glow. The glow is getting brighter with each second. "Man, I'm going to have to slow down on this drink!” he thought. The next thing he knew, the two individuals were next to him. One had a cloak and the other was more like a being that was made of light. With one swift blow by the glowing man to Tasha’s head, she was struck down dead as Alex watched in horror. Her fixated gaze still had the look of surprise and terror.
The hooded figure placed his hands over her face and said a short prayer which seem very odd to Alex. “What is happening here?” his drugged mind raced to think what to do next.
"Don't move Alex, I am John, this is Michael. You have what we need. May God have mercy on your soul." With this last comment, Alex saw Michael pull out what looked like some sort of dagger and it came crashing down on his skull. He could hear his bone crunching with each blow. Bright lights flashed before his eye along with the intense burning on top of his head. Sharp pains ran down his spinal cord and into Alex extremities.
John and Michael knew that as gruesome that is was, they had to cause brain trauma in order to confuse the chip that was in Alex’s head so not to go into shut down mode. They will make it quick so their victim wouldn’t suffer much. Michael next reaches for what looked like tongs and told him not to resist and that his sacrifice would help others for generations to come.
The pain was so intense now; he sees his life flying before his eyes. All Alex could feel was horror, his mind was racing and he could feel his body going into shock. Now his warm blood is running down the back of his head and soaking his shirt.
John and Michael knew that they only had a few more seconds to remove the chip before Alex would go into convulsions and the chip would go into shut down mode. With one more forceful yank with the thongs, Michael had successfully removed the chip. Alex saw a brightest flash of white light that he ever seen before and then all went black.
The two disappeared as quickly as they came.