Prologue
It is the year 2400. Earth is in ruins, the sky a hazy rust color. A middle-aged man works feverishly at an old desk. He is gasping for breath, sweat dripping off his round glasses. A young man wearing an oxygen mask enters the room through the only door. He glances briefly at the 26 large machines in random places around the room. Each machine is cold and silent, but set to activate soon.
“You should be wearing an oxygen mask,” the young man says reproachfully. “Oxygen levels aren’t safe anymore.”
“No, I’m alright,” the old man answers, still periodically gasping. “Save the oxygen for yourself. I’m almost finished with the Evorsor.”
“Are you sure it will even work?”
“Positive.”
“Why are you creating a failsafe if you’ve already perfected the zirconium compound?”
“Ah, so many questions,” the old man says with a god-natured smile. “My beings are not perfect, just the…*gasp*...compound that gives them life. What if…*gasp*… all the creatures turn out evil? Why, then the…*gasp*… Evorsor will destroy them, so that when…*gasp*… Earth is once again habitable humans will not return…*gasp*… to a world of chaos. Roughly half the population…*gasp*… is waiting in space right…*gasp*… now to come home. I will not be responsible…*gasp*… for ruining out planet with evil.”
“But the escape pod is leaving soon,” the young man protests. “Fail-safe or not, we need to go.”
“You go on ahead,” the old man responds. “I’ll be there in…*gasp*… only a few…*gasp*… moments.”
“Promise?” the young man asks.
“Promise.” the old man answers.
The old man closes the seal on a tiny black tube. His latest experiment, the Evorsor, is complete. The young man is unaware of the completion.
“Come out as soon as the Evorsor is finished, okay? Goodbye.” As the young man closes the door, the older man turns to face the disappearing back of the young man.
“Goodbye,” he whispers, “Son.” With that last gasp, the old man falls to the floor. His glasses shatter, but his son is walking away on the other side of the closed door. He cannot hear the glasses. The old man takes one long, shaking breath on he floor of his lab, then the life exits his eyes forever.