Season 1 - Blogisode 8 (Repeat)

CONSTANTINE’S LOG - AUGUST 11TH 2013


I am afraid that despite our best intentions all of our efforts to cross our genetic code with that of this species have failed. We are all in agreement that this project has been a considerable waste of our resources and we expect that before the year is up we will be the only ones left.

We have been working for some time now in an attempt to find a sustainable medium between the two strands of DNA so that we might be able to breed a race capable of sustaining on this new earth but this is no longer a possibility. We have come to an agreement. We will release the few that remain to their own device and simply carry on as best we can here beneath the surface until such a time that we might ascertain a means off of this desolate rock.

For six months and more now we have been accepting volunteers from among their number, volunteers to venture out into the wild in search of a viable habitat in order to regain the topsoil and start anew.

The truth is we knew then that the only way this species would ever be able to survive this new world and rebuild their civilization would be through means of extremely rapid evolution matching the hostile environment.

We put to playing God in our own right, attempting to manufacture a new breed of man in our own image, one that might stand a chance for survival up there… those poor creatures.

We tried to play Gods and we were rewarded with abominations. The subjects we experimented on transformed into not more than the most wild of animals, cold blooded and cruel by nature.

We killed the first batch though not before losing one of our own to its primitive blood lust.

The third group escaped before we had the chance to do away with our folly. Almost as if they sensed what was coming. They vanished the eve before we meant to put them down. I hypothesized as to how they would have known this but was forced on to more important issues.

After that the debates began and here I sit now some four dozen blasphemous mishaps later finally able to say that we have failed. Perhaps God is a game that should be left to those who know the rules.


END LOG.



CHAPTER EIGHT


Six of the seven tiny touch face panels that ran the length of the solid steel box adjacent the sealed portal to freedom were blinking green, only one was left.

The sea of people surrounding the base of the entrance way splashed against one another in a mad frenzy in search of the man who would change the tint on the final box and release them all.

Persia did her best to blend into the wall her back was now pressed against for fear of questions she did not have the answer to. Where in the name of God was he?

“Look I want each and every one of you to break yourselves up into groups of ten and spread yourselves through this entire complex. I want every inch of this place searched, seen and shattered into a thousand tiny pieces until one of you can produce James Dunn!”

Dave addressed the crowd from atop one of the vehicles parked in the center of the room. Boss watched on from the control lock doing his best to mask his satisfaction.

“I’m here! It’s okay I’m here!”

From the shadowed recesses of the tunnel leading back to the main section of the habitation a frantic voice can be heard. “Don’t leave without me!”

James appears from out of the crowd in a mad sprint, three ration packs draped over his shoulder.

“James?”

Persia rushes to his side, a mix of relief and confusion sweeps over her. “Baby where the fuck…”

“Here take this. I’m sorry I’ll explain everything later. I love you.” He kisses her and drops one of the packs at her feet without breaking stride as he runs to meet Dave.

“I found them.” He holds up the packs with a grin making sure to shoot a look in Boss’s direction.

“We couldn’t very well leave without you James you’ve got the fucking key to the only door out of this place.”

Dave dismounts the chariot and the two men make their way through the crowd to where Boss stands near the doorway. Persia looks on from a distance still touched by confusion.

“Oh shit, I forget the code…Jesus fuck I’m kidding man.”

The crowd goes silent as for the first time in over an hour as James taps the final seven digits into the keypad. The numeric beeping of button pushing echoes through the auditorium.

A second passes and the door begins to hum with electricity.

Dave looks to James. “Can you believe it?”

The doors part, not an inch, and in an instant……the entire body of five hundred and something odd people are thrown to a state of complete panic and disarray as a million liters of high pressured water slams through the opening with the force of seven million fire hoses blasting to the very back of the cavern with enough force to fracture the far wall.

People scream and make rush for safety where none can be found as the water comes harder flooding into the room and streaming down the tunnel into the main areas of the complex taking with it the countless bodies of men and women.

Someone screams “Close it!”Another responds “You can’t close it”.

Ten seconds later the water pushes everyone and everything back down the tunnel drowning too many to count as the water slams bodies into walls, capsizes vehicles and makes ruin of the auditorium.

A moment later the room is silent as the water meets the ceiling.