REPUBLICS OF DUST | CHAPTER I
In October of 2077, nuclear war broke out across the globe. Civilizations that had been building and building for years, destroyed in the blink of an eye in atomic fire. Some survivors blamed China for finally causing the nuclear war humanity finds itself in, with others blaming themselves for engaging in war in the first place. The United States of America was fractured, with pockets of civilization scattered over the vast regions of what used to be the greatest nation on earth. Years later, these pockets of civilization came together in various regions of the ruins of the once great nation to build a new life. What they didn't count on however, was how different humanity can really be when born on opposite sides of a border. Will you serve humanity and help it rebuild? Or will you enslave and conquer. The world is yours, but you must always remember the simplest truth known always to mankind. No matter what side you take and what battles you fight, war...war never changes.
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McConnell Air Force Base
"Now testing Eyebot Documentary Narrative Assistant. Say hello ED-NA." An eyebot would begin to transmit back to the man, as he would continue. "Begin recording ED-NA. You and I have a lot to document." The eyebot would begin to make robotic noises again, as the man would sit in a chair and eye the eyebot on his desk. "Enclave Personal Documentation Log One, Doctor Rockwell. A famous man from the backwind times used to say two things in this world are infinite. The universe being one of them and human stupidity being the other. And according to him, he wasn't entirely sure about the universe. This opinionated statement was spoken by one of the top scientist of his decade in a time far before me. Interestingly enough, the inventions of this same man making these same statements, is the reason that the Wasteland even exist. The irony of human stupidity I guess, but who am I to judge. On the eastern regions of the world laid a country by the name of India. The current status of which.." Rockwell paused, scratching his chin for a second. He knew exactly what became of India, but documenting it on his personal journal was not something he wished to do. In the event of some unfortunate accident leaving Rockwell dead, he did not wish for these memoirs to draw increased speculation then he had already. Being from where he was and how he came to be, he didn't wish for those stories to reach anyone in the post-apocalyptic world that he couldn't trust. As he stayed silent, he looked back to his eyebot before choosing to proceed.
"Is unconfirmed, but old satellite footage suggest the entire landscape is decimated. A lot of people in India were either Buddhist or another religion known as Hinduism. However, something interesting about Buddhism was the idea that human beings could be reincarnated into another life after death, depending on the deeds in which they engaged in before hand. I personally don't believe in reincarnation into another life, however I do believe your current life can be reincarnated into different paths in which you have full control. Humanity is a stubborn species, but one that continues to adapt and endure trying times. It's no wonder how even after 200 years, new groups and civilizations have sprung up across the Wasteland to try and carve out an existence. As for me, my origins in the conflicts of the wasteland would astound anyone who heard it. And hence why I chose never to tell it, at least willingly at this point in time. Falling back on the buddhism discussion, in an old life I used to lead armies in the name of a patriotic cause. At the time, it was all I imagined my life to be, but unforeseen circumstances forced me to adapt a new life in the various sciences of our time. Every time I walk into our labs here, I truly believe the other scientists are just baffaled by the theories and explanations I come up with that only later prove to be true. Maybe they think I found a cheat sheet, or know a lot more then I let on. While these may not be entirely false, it's fun to entertain their stories and maybe that lead to my reputation around this place being one of mystery." A knock was soon heard on his door, "Doctor Rockwell. We need you in the lab!"
Doctor Rockwell simply smiled, as he shouted back. "Alright, I'll head down in a second!" Rockwell continued back to his eyebot after shouting, "Well, I guess duty calls. Not sure what the point of me doing these logs, but maybe I can instill some knowledge into whoever may come across this if I no longer can function to keep this knowledge safe. It'll serve as my personal and professional archive, and one that will be a closely guarded secret. So if someone managed to find these, I hope you're ready for all that will be inscribed within. Doctor Rockwell, closing out narrative." Doctor Rockwell soon stood up, grabbing coat as he proceeded to the lab within the base.