Shrike29

An elegant shadow stood, tattered, in a warped room with a wall missing. He looks out over a flourishing landscape of a chaotic harmony. Swarms of torn, If you could even call them swarms, moved in a calm, orderly fashion. It’s a perfect flow of life, every single torn doing their job with no objection, but still with their own individuality. Some clear away debris, some create buildings out of the debris, warping the matter to their will, creating twisted, elegant structures that a human mind would consider as madness put into form. The large shadow, a Torn watching over a civilisation, marvels at his creation. 2 Years ago, he had cre

It sits alone. Everything it says hurts, it hurts not to say anything. It thinks, about anything. Not even that is right. It talks to someone. It talks to no one. No one gives it comfort. It sits, picks up a pencil, and begins to write.

I'm in a flaming city. Skyscrapers reduced to rubble. There are corpses every where. I see Torn chasing people, down on all fours, basically dragging themselves with their powerful front limbs. When they catch someone, they grasp them in their massive hands and drag them away. A huge Torn, massive even by their standards, wearing a polished white mask jumps down in front of me. I grasp my spear shakily and point it towards the beast. My father's voice says "Well? What are you waiting for, Jason?" I abruptly wake up to Morgan and Abrahm staring at me, wide eyed, while Leon snickers in the drivers seat. I try to avoid eye contact with everyone

It has been 2 years since my father started the Hyperion Project. It's been 1 year since the rift opened. 3 months since the western hemisphere fell to the Torn. Everyone who is still alive and out of favour with the Torn's human following escaped east to Asia. In Asia, people have fled as far inland as possible. The city of Novosibirsk became a massive hub for humanity. This city of 1.5 million became a megacity of 500 million. People from Europe, the Americas, Africa, and Australia have fled here. I've been living in Novosibirsk for 3 months. I fled from my father before he started the Hyperion Project. He only cared about his machines, ne