SCRIPT ©2023 Issue #1
INSIDE FRONT COVER: Ad for the Casualties with montage of Esotera, Hellclaw, Kromita and a dark shadow of a winged figure. Show war scenes, industrial pollution, terrorism, etc.
Preview caption: In Earth’s far-flung future, oligarchs and their multinational corporations have deployed private armies to secure most of the planets dwindling resources. Multinationals grew increasingly hostile to governments and law enforcement under “hostage capitalism” as the hyper-commodification of air, water, healthcare and education would lead to the “acquisition” of most third world nations and thirteen American states as individuals become increasingly insulated, turning to cult-like mini-societies.
plus Indicia
PAGE ONE
- Splash page montage shows Young and Grown Elevena, the lab, the Twosday uprisings, corporate airships in the sky with drones, refugee encampments and body bags laid across a state capital.
BIG TITLE: ELEVENA 2222, Nightmare for humankind
PAGE TWO
- Show young Elevena in ‘maintenance’ jumpsuit, about age seven, in an elevated motorized bucket, fixing components high up in a 3-story wall of supercomputer consoles.
NARR: I don’t act like other kids. Then again, I don’t act like other adults either. - Elevena age eight, with goggles and lab coat, extracting chemicals from a multi-container with a multi-syringe, oscilloscopes and chemical analysis equipment all about. Standing by holding a tray of tools and accessories is ANJA her young looking chrome she-bot companion.
NARR: Normies waste so much time. They could be doing research to improve the world, improve their own lives. Most people would rather consume bad TV as the hours and days slip by. - Age nine, writing notes into a pad labeled “3/16/2207” in front of a bank of monitors. Displays show text readouts, wireframe images of insects, charts analyzing results of “TRIAL Z414”.
Results are graphic bar and pie charts labeled as follows:
protein strains, uncaptured waste: liquid 11% (+2%) solid 53% (+4%)
NARR: Science isn’t hard, it just requires patience. Patience to run trials and record results. Every day reveals results. The scientific method is my god, my religion, my code. Science helps me get through anything. Science can be relied on, anytime to be there, to work, to be consistent. x
TIMELINE
The creation of Elevena
2198 – Mommie created me in a DNA lab and never let me leave. After ten previous miscarriages I was her pride and joy…and I’m sure a great relief as her biological clock was ticking.
She was incredibly generous, giving me my own research facility and a rather large one at that. I had an animal lab, a bank of electron microscopes, an airplane hangar full of supercomputers, a rack of quantum computers, 3D printers and a library of rare elements and minerals to use in an underground particle accelerator built for me long before I was born.
Thats me at age two devouring books. Mom created me to be the greatest human ever, physically, cognitively and spiritually. But I was never good at the mysticism part. At the time I didn’t know how mommie acquired the tech to build her sidekick, or her weapons. I always thought it was magic until I realized there is no such thing as magic, regardless what people thought of her.
Want to see a pretty design? Here is a diatom of my hyper-efficient brain activity when I was three.
Mom wasn’t a yeller, never explicitly demanding, but I knew I could never let her down.
I was created for a purpose.
A mission.
She told me I was alive to help humans survive a catastrophe.
She never told me it was a global disaster she created, and she created me to fix it. Little did I know I was only going to make it exponentially worse.
Nice life, huh?
Science was my forté, ever since I could hold a test tube. In those days, the idea was that science was open, and sharing discoveries was the whole point. Big mistake. Big, big, mistake.
That cute cartoon suit I was wearing was actually a living hell. It was fitted with an pneumatic exo-skeleton of weighted liquid, dynamically deployed to create resistance to my every movement in AI-optimized intervals. The idea was to maximize muscle efficiency as I grew, so yeah I was pretty strong when I got the suit off. Then there was brain efficiency.
A few of my breakthrough projects as a kid became scandals when they were submitted to science journals. We had to hide that I was seven or eight, so they were submitted anonymously which made oppressive countries interrogate and torture their own scientists. We eventually found some academic institutions we could trust to launder the research…or so we thought.
The enhanced human grew out of my mother’s research on the sub-atomic pulses measured as electrolytes traversed the brain-blood barrier. She had collaborated for years with a network of Finnish scientists led by physicist Swinten Siigebahn who developed equipment that could measure nano-particle activity. The measurement of course was only half the game. I proved my mother’s abilities were based on quantum tunneling and lab-repeatable if you know how to induce transition of quantum states or get through almost any barrier. This blew up the field, not always for the best.
At age ten, I unlocked a doorway for genetic enhancement of food that won every prize imaginable. It transformed food production overnight, saving hundreds of thousands if not millions of lives just in the first few years. But this is what started the dominos falling, or maybe it was more like a runaway train…
It turned out to be a nightmare for the world. My work destroyed civilization, not because it was wrong, but because it fell into the wrong hands.
Observation: Normies are too unwilling to say say no, to let go of customs and traditions which are irrational and sometime counterproductive. Religion was supposed to help mankind, guiding our morality, but at this points it’s only been blocking progress for hundreds of years, based on beliefs long disproven as fables and fiction yet still holds mankind in its fateful grasp.
Food is also a joke. The protein is right there in front of us but people cling to their old way, stuck in cultural habits even as science describes the inferior nutrition. Taste is also cultural, also learned. But corporate food is even worse, literally a slow suicide, starting with the advent of McDonalds over 300 years ago, full of yummy toxins, offered up to a society of trusting, uncritical imbeciles.
Humans cling to these things for many reasons. No human is free from flaws and especially me. I was strong and fast and hyper-intelligent, but still had powerful feelings of claustrophobia, helplessness and anxiety, unable to leave my lab complex. I called it my prison. The training suits were even worse, a prison within a prison, making every second of my day more difficult as the musculo-skeletal development algorithm ratcheted up in rigor and unpredictability to train my reflexes for combat and endurance as I grew stronger.
I once painted I HATE MY LIFE in 45-foot letters, a message to mom that she had scrubbed without mentioning it. She would often say I’d learn later but the suffering was necessary.
2208 – It was 2208 when the shit started to hit the fan. I didn’t know it yet but mom paid for the lab and equipment by selling research – my research – to Dardwick, a prestigious and unfortunately, very greedy university’s IP program who did their all to get an exclusive deal to patent, copyright, trademark and “gate-keep” any commercial applications for my formulas.
Though they were reproducing my genetic experiments, they were still years behind in my plant research. Using nano to overlay electroencephalograms with magnetometry and light/sound subfrequency waveforms I was able to visualize elemental nano-attractions and reactions before they occur. The thing about evolutionary biology is that it seems slow but it’s actually racing and has been speeding up as breakthroughs have spurred research into the electro-chemistry of tissue plasticity. Once I understood how plants “see” elemental nano-attractions as they grow, I was able to start recording hundreds of millions of proximity trials with thousands of isotopes and compounds to gather data for a long-term investigation on nanoparticle interactions.
When I found out we were “partners”, I falsified all my enhancement trials of rats and monkeys to show they all failed. They didn’t realize because they were already making billions on global patents, and they were secretly cutting mommie out of her share of course.
After I learned they were watching, I had them completely hacked and found out mommie was not happy. But I got more concerned when I planted a fake breakthrough, a red herring and picked up pings from all over the globe. The college was swiss cheese and the situation was becoming dangerous. State actors were planning break-ins, wiretaps, kidnappings and assassinations of Dardwick officers. Can you imagine these crooked billionaires getting their skin peeled by Russian ops only to reveal their source was a 10 year old girl in Indiana County, PA. They would probably finish the job right there!
This caused a huge rift between mommie and I. Why didn’t you tell me you were selling access to my secure server? I was posting stuff on there that should never be shared. When the scientist team was honored with advances in a lens that visualized subatomic interactions we worried it would lead back to our doorstep.
I didn’t know you were doing animals, you didn’t tell me.
You were never there! I was all alone, I was always alone! Where were you for the last two months?
Ell, I can’t say, it’s too dangerous. But it was important, it was critical to save lives…I know you’re special but you’re just ten, child, it’s not a burden you need to shoulder…
I did what you told me! I just did what you said! You can’t just disappear! That’s not being a mom!
Come here. I know, I know, this is on me.
Sob!
We are not normal, you and I Ell. We are both here for a purpose. Me too….
It sucks, mom, it’s torture….
I know.
So this lab is expensive, Ell. The EMPA cost billions to build, and takes millions to maintain. We need to sell your findings, the world needs these advances. I didn’t think you were going so fast…
You made me! You gave me a mission.
Oh god, I know, I know.
On and on, we’d argue like this. Tears, slamming doors, storming out, periods of not talking, sulking and lots of blame to go around.
We were two days into this, weighing what to do when the phone rang, The next thing that happened was USGOV stepped in. Dardwick was making so much so fast on superfood, the feds deemed it “critical infrastructure” and deemed the lack of security at the department a “national security risk”. They surely were picking up the foreign chatter about imminent foreign attacks and seized all the IP.
This was a disaster as USGOV was leakier and more corrupt than Dardwick. I saw foreign competitors getting their hands on the formulas, but they were altered, meaning they were planting fugazi versions into the ecosystem, unhealthy, useless formulas that did nothing.
Thats when I went public with the formulas. I gave them all away online, to the WHO and trustworthy scientists serving underdeveloped nations. It had to be done though. USGOV was apoplectic, Dardwick was reeling. Mommie knew I was going to do it but didn’t know the timing. I leaked it out slowly to the bigger manufacturers and NGOs in position to produce the food but word got out within a few months it was all public domain now. Billions in monetized patents and commercial applications went poof overnight.
That’s when the bad actors all started asking what else the formulas could do. Dardwick knew I was doing animal trials, they just didn’t know it was working…yet. But I knew they could be questioned and tortured at any time, maybe even by Uncle Sam. Would they give me up? The clock was ticking.
How, you ask did I unlock these evolutionary-level biological secrets? It’s just science and relentless trial-and-error. Starting with Swinten’s decillionth percentile theory. His breakthrough research observed pattern of mutation probability of evolutionary-level change in elasticity of cell masses. While the scientific establishment was exploring the existence of evolutionary mutations, I was cataloging and recreating them.
The theory became reality when the decillionth generation mutation became quasi-repeatable, predictable within a margin of error. I started researching early embryonic formation and continued periodic experiments in which stomach linings in early stages of development were coated with stem cell tissue creating an outer layer that adapted to digest organic matter from food that would ordinarily have been waste, yet still had potential nourishment and energy that could been broken down far further using quantum tunnelling.
The truth about the downfall of society is that the more the extraordinarily gifted resistance scientists innovated, the more it fell into the hands of the DeHubertons, either by theft, hacking, coersion or simply reverse-engineering. The key was keeping scientific advances completely and totally secret for as long as possible. This was the biting irony to haunt both Esotera and Elevena.
Elevena not only changed the nutritional value of the food supply on the plant side, she could enhance human physiology, a secret kept as long as she could. Thus the longstanding tradition of scientific review and universal collaboration was forever changed. Breakthrough knowledge was no longer to be shared for fear it would be commodified and weaponized by the few malign actors who controlled the megacorps.
Elevena nonetheless posted educational questions frequently on public channels. Public outreach was crucial to amass large followings and worldwide support. Also neverending were her appeals for DNA matches, dispatching hundreds of portable kiosks to analyze samples in search of enhancement candidates.
In a typical public post, Elevena asked “When we look around and see so many types of hair color. Do we ever think how this became part of the evolutionarily survival of strains of DNA. What caused this evolutionary twist to simply have a different outward color? It was survival. To be the outlier in a sea of dark hair was a novel twist that thrives today. We see every day in the many people with light colored hair. Same goes with eyes and facial structure encoded in DNA – the great mystery remains what evolutionary switch goes off, and whether that can be contained or harnessed in a laboratory.”
2213 – Invents sonic cannon at age 15. Used Q-Druid research to develop a set of lenses that detect nanoparticles and display real and potential bands of attraction and repulsion based on a menu of desired interactions. Then added audio pods that convert proximal interactions into soundwaves. Immediately foresaw malign uses and encrypted all findings, but began animal trials on permanent corneal and cochlear implants and impacts on genetic coding.
2215 – Completed a paper entitled “Theory of mutable cell pathology”. Research on hormonal enzymes and pheromone emissions to “unlock” cells. Found most effective on stem cells, grafting to organ tissue during conception, aka “playing god”, during growth (cellular division) and to cure disease. Trying to unlock the wave question syncing up and down patterns, but what about hot and cold intervals? Programmed AI to investigate trials of chemical enzymes in brain catalyzing quantum entanglement. Also study adrenal overdrive mode triggering temporary tissue growth and effect/permanence on growth, strength and cognition.
2216 – The race was on. I found interval of mutation reliability at 88%.
Mommie always prepared me. I knew what needed to be done. I had to operationalize the formula in humans before they did. All around the world there were governments, research institutes, military labs and all manner of independent mercenaries doing human trials, butchering subjects as they aimlessly experimented. Nobody was on the right track, they were grasping at straws with many of the experiments tracing back to my red herrings.
By now I was backwards mapping the quantum interactions of stem cells, honing in on the characteristics of waves as a variable in the increased intensity of quantum tunnelling, a concept built off the Schodinger equation of the 1920s. We asked AI to connect this to biometric readings from Claudine Mars aka Hellclaw.
My working theory was that matching the frequency of charge exchanges to the upward and downward amplitude of a wave with the proper matching interval frequency, the efficiency of cell reproduction would be fractionally enhanced. But the effect is even greater in subjects that had the breakthrough enzyme at the key embryonic moment – the first formation of human DNA. The wave amplitude and interval can be controlled by photonic or acoustic pulses, even more so with radio signals, but when used in the optimum proportion together with an electromagnetic charge, it creates a “phase shift” in the subject, thereafter more prone to fractional increases in quantum tunneling to boost cell and metabolic efficiency, to boost physical and mental capability throughout the subject’s lifespan. When applied effectively in a lab, the formulae creates “glowers”, born with natural resistance to cell deterioration.
2216 – I was now 18 and legally an adult, I was free from the lab. I felt liberated. I went to parties, well one party. It was a rave, I saw what kids my age do – annihilate their own brain cells. Others meanwhile put their bodies on the line at protests and autonomous encampments. I quickly met some great people who weren’t interested in parties. They were in a wide variance of cult-like orgs, focused on the coming civil unrest, harm reduction, corporate boycotts and general strikes. I wasted no time and invited them to get off the streets.
They had names like EngageNow and Pathway, but we merged them all to form a hacker collective on the site of the former Dardwick campus which mom and I now owned. After USGOV remanded the golden-goose revenue-producing IP they ripped off, mom sued the crap out of them for breach of confidentiality and incalculable damages, but the board had seen enough and was begging mom for protections. They knew the only way the college could sustain operation was to jettison the leadership and turn the campus over. Mom quickly declared it an open sanctuary for resistance-minded cults and it filled to legal capacity faster than an Oklahoma land rush, with capacity set aside for families with young kids, older folks with tech chops, “buy ins” who had significant assets to contribute and no shortage of trancers among the hundreds of cult offshoots who made a home there.
But it was a terrible time for America and the world. Society had become unglued. Young people were dwindling, and most weren’t getting school-like experiences following the usual patterns, they were disaffected, going off grid, participating in general strikes, violent rebellion or
Also on my 18th birthday, an large number of cults signed on, across the world – within countries and 12 US states signed on. Utah was the 13th state that never was, seeing massive riots and conflict that got bloody when DeHuberton neo-Pinkertons came. The state government was rent in twain, and legislators had to pick sides, often connecting with state and county police forces to provide security in local “vassal states”.
2217 – Some of my research turned up in the hands of the DeHubertons following a settlement and “hostile takeover” of rights to my research acquired by Dardwick. It was from the original work-ups and postulates for my early rat and monkey trials, before I found out about Dardwick. The Dehuburtons were conducting mass human trials in prisons and refugee colonies, mostly going horribly wrong but they did successfully graft stem cells to organs to get small short-term enhancements. They didn’t know about the timing, but they were stumbling down the correct path, which meant trouble.
JAN 28, 2217 – I had already enhanced my immediate team. Charvelle was first, In June, Shadowe was second, in December, Pitchblende was the 3rd.
2218 – February – Quadra was 4th in April – Chevronne, aka Zyrna Brodie was fifth. They were caled The Rectifiers.
2218 – THE COMPANY MAN SAGA. Human trials by foreign actors started to show up using the same methods. The Dehubertons likely acquired it on the black market but had a year head start on clueless government labs. A liaison was intercepted and divulged that the Dehubertons were enhancing family members and their own security forces. This means they had stable formulas and reliable methods.
This was also the year foreign government actors commandeered some major international corporations. Serves them right for headquartering in failed states. Military regime of Oman, Kenya, Nairobi and the Sudans.
2219 – The Twosday Movement: I’m 21, now a legal adult in all jurisdictions. I start purchasing land, as much as I can for my growing collective. We start psy-ops on the other major cults for young people, trying to lure and deprogram as many adherents as we can. We folded in Earth Kingdom and Anarchy West this year but the biggest cults, including the Twosday Umbrella cults remained elusive. The key to their coalition was the long-controlling influence of the Mayo Twins, a sprawling, intergenerational society comprised of families that include the many twins and sometimes triplets or poly-sibs in the successively larger and larger birth boomlets that begun when the Mayo Clinic Advanced Institute for Fertility perfected a reliable treatment for synthesizing sperm from female DNA in the 2140s.
The men and women in these generations had a kinship and a brand of collectivism that was fed for decades by a sizable charitable endowment with foundations in every state.
The guiding philosophy was since that so many members of the order were “twosomes” they were twice as productive. Over the decades they rolled out hundreds of popular and effective sustainable community developments that relied on energy production, innovations in large-scale civil engineering including “portable cities” and robotic agriculture, all powered by their well-guarded Sciences Division.
Closing ranks within the movement was necessary as “women-derived men” were targeted in hate crimes, derogatorily dubbed ‘eggboys’ for decades, as divisions in society grew and grew, accelerated by the advent of the P-bots in the 2XXX.
Meanwhile USGOV got more aggressive, trying to arrest and subpoena everyone involved in the Dardwick debacle including me and Mommie, processed as Jane Coe and Jane Doe. The academics went in for depositions but the corporations circled the wagons and stonewalled. We were never served in our real names so we did nothing. No one still at Dardwick knew our real names or location anymore, only my codename Debbie-Sue (a variation on debesu varti, Latvian for heaven’s gates).
To be frank, faith in governments was faltering widely as street violence and acts of terror, mass killings and political unrest became more frequent with law enforcement struggling mightily to keep up.
2220 – The Twosday cult is growing faster, their metaverse ranks doubling every six months, to over 35 million or almost half of known young people in the US. More than ever, I need to make inroads with them as I’m looking for human subjects with distinct characteristics, or needles in a haystack so to speak.
The violence and terrorism begins to be a daily affront to normal life, the dwindling federal and local patrols unable to keep pace. I knew I needed to make my move soon, and kept buying tracts of land in exchange for superfood stockpiles. Another commodity I controlled: subscriptions for exclusive access to new nutrition boosting formulas released quarterly that were essentially licenses to print money for commodity and ag market movers. I was cashing in with a vengeance in order to acquire real estate in bulk. In one deal, I was poised to buy an entire rural county in Arizona when I was outbid at the last second by Amerizon.
Jan. 1, 2222 – it’s clear USGOV is actually going to fall, maybe even before February. Over a million federal employees had already stepped down, selling out to corps, taking gigs with shadow government orgs, or throwing in with one youth collective or the other. A youth collective is a nice way of saying a cult that has a legit public front. My formula was working reliably, increasing human speed and strength and brain processing capability so I started using it on three young women. They were genetic unicorns, the highest scorers in our screeners, who had become close confidantes and senior members of our internal “Rectifiers” security force.
Still I needed access to the Twosday membership. We befriended, schmoozed and bribed their top brass, and – in a tough ethical decision – decided to enhance three key “superhero” influencers in order to close the deal on a merger, agreeing to keep the Twosday brand, we folded in our other cults of over 60 million affiliated members including about 2,000,000 living in person or making pilgrimages to our lifecamps. The mission was still prepping for the fall of USGOV but would also take a decidedly anti-corporate direction with our new combined buying power. We acquired several states at that time, and huge tracts of arable land and solar farms including a 40-mile stretch of the Green Mountains region in Vermont.
Back in the lab, we immediately took possession of biometric data for tens of millions of members, scraping DNA off postcards and licked envelopes as we sent out new surveys asking for hair. In that first round, we identified over twenty glowers, all female, who we asked to come in. We sent Rectifiers out in transports. There were only 8 weeks left till Feb. 2 and we needed them safe and secure.
Jan. 21, 2222 – Meanwhile USGOV was faltering in a standoff with the DeHubertons, finally issuing arrest warrants, but they were unable to round up any principles and some of their low-level collars who ended up in prisons incited deadly “kamikaze” riots. On January 21, FBI, federal marshalls, state troopers and national guard tanks surrounded their “fortress” headquarters in Leslie County, Kentucky with all principals believed to be inside.
Thats when the war began. DeHuberton hired guns began assaults on government positions but the USGOV presence across the corporate states was already diminished. The Regime Militat, or RM, was already 220,000 strong as a paramilitary force with 70,000 full-time active and another 150,000 reservists “pledged” for post-Twosday deployment.
The call went out a few weeks early.
The Dehubertons launched noxious gas grenades which sent the feds scattering and passing out. The ground started to shake and in a huge cloud of dust, the land around the structure collapsed to reveal deep moats. Shots were fired, so out came big guns on both sides, RPGs, 50 cals turret mounts and tank fire started taking out windows floor by floor. The cops were sitting ducks as mortar rounds and anti-tank artillery took out all manner of armored vehicles. But the feds had plenty of ground support over the ridge who started rolling in.
Thats when a loud low rumble began to build and in a huge burst of white smoke, the outer layers of the building started to collapse in a ball of flame and the feds realized the inner core was a 20-story rocket blasting off and incinerating everything in it’s wake. By the time the Air Force scrambled fighter jets, the rocket was miles up into the stratosphere and escaped pursuit, to UAE territory as we would eventually learn. But down on the ground, the Dehubertons weren’t done, deploying a phalanx of black drones who set about releasing deadly radioactive poison gas, making the site a toxic deathtrap. The drones then lit up the countryside releasing the gas till they were shot down and exploded in mushroom clouds that drifted for days, killing and sickening Kentuckians from Lexington to Knoxville.
We didn’t know then that the Dehubertons and their corporate allies were planning “geographical thinning” to poison the entire North American continent, but we knew something really really bad was going to happen. We furiously began to train our members for survival, combat and self-sustaining practices. In the lab, we began to enhance the inner-circle strike force to defend humankind from corporations. Some were given goggles, some had elemental nano-interaction scanners implanted in their eyes.
The reality is they have been profiting off poisoned skies and water for centuries but decided to cut to the chase and just wipe out most of the population. We had to stop them, or at least try.
2237 – “8s” and “9s” first reported, teens of 14-15 years old set who new height records set as enhanced breeding of giantess females. Foreign billionaires intrigued. Giantism continued through decades of controversial travails, getting rarer and rarer after the depopulations, plus they lived only to 40s-50s, as cell depletion takes toll. A giantess pit-fighter would emerge later but she was killed by the Unbeknownst One.
Elevena’s Surrender: Following the devastation of the megapocalypse, the DeHubertons have the upper hand. In a critical compromise, Elevena agrees to surrender to lifetime incarceration along with her immediate team.
The Showdown: Shortly after her surrender, Elevena is shackled and visited upon by UB1 who wants to not only gloat but take his pound of flesh and humiliate Elevena. The meeting is dramatic, with Elevena tied to a repositionable rack. UB1 starts the typical misogyny and bragging, stating how Elevena should have known her place and how much he is going to enjoy complete subjugation and ownership of Elevena. But she retorts sharply, reminding him that he is not a scientist, he is an heir who was handed everything. And it was her advances that provided their power, stolen from her, stolen from the Q-druids in bad faith criminal assaults for which there should be no honor, no bragging, just shame.
UB1 is angered and starts hitting her, to which she doubles down. Hitting someone tied up? Really? What a worm, what a maggot you really are. The culmination of all mankind’s accomplishments and developments, sullied by a rich, criminal enterprise grown through corruption, thieves of scientific secrets, that know nothing of honor or even-handed combat. Plunderers and murderers that don’t belong in the 2200s, they belong in the dark ages. Those tapes showed your whole family are criminals, fraudsters, liars and traitors, unfit to lead and ethically bereft. But look at what you said, what you’ve done.
The whole world knows now. You’re such a murderous lying rat, you can’t even show your face anymore. You’ve been officially excommunicated, right? No longer useful to the family image, never managed a division, just born rich, inherited everything and then you get enhanced, a muscle-bound child of privilege shot up with cocktails to make you what you are. But its thanks to me, those were my formulas you stole. You contributed nothing to technology or to the world and then you even failed your own corrupt family of lying thieves. What a perfectly insignificant waste of space you are, a coward and a fraud.
This enraged UB1 but he knew not to release her. Instead he ripped off her clothes and forced himself onto her. He told her “you could say anything, but nothing will change the position you are in”. He was in control. “I own you, body and soul and I’ll take what’s mine now. Keep thinking about that as you feel what’s coming, there’s nothing you can do to stop it”.
Elevena screamed as he penetrated her, as loud as she could muster. She didn’t want to give him any satisfaction but it was actually a distraction so UB1 would be momentarily delayed in noticing that his member was cut off by a vaginal guillotine. He backed off, gushing blood and realizing the severity, shrieked in horror. Elevena watched as he froze, not knowing what to do. She said nothing, trying to meet his eyes and drink in the moment, until he ran off for medical attention – without his penis. Elevena lay strapped to the rack, covered in blood, knowing this would just make her punishment worse.
“You’re dead!” she heard echoing from the causeway tunnel. “You’re dead!”. But did he have the authority to kill her? And how would he explain this to the family without further embarrassing himself? Thirty minutes later, a nurse came looking for the penis. Elevena explained that she would lose her fingers if she tried to retrieve it. She was allowed to return to her cell in exchange for the penis.
Elevena’s death: a lesson on the rapid advancement of science and the need to “leave it in the ground” so to speak. Elevena’s Lesson was that her breakthroughs never should have happened, they only accelerated the rise of the corporate overlords. There is no way to put the genie back in the bottle. Scientific advancements cannot be kept secret and therefore must not exist. Her followers disagree, but it’s all over. She has been petitioning for a face to face meeting with the DeHubertons for decades, but they will not agree for fear she will blow them all up in a suicide attack.
Fast forward, Elevena has been in captivity for over fifteen years now. She spends some time in the prison lab, knowing eyes are on her every move. But much of her time is spend reminiscing and immersing herself into old 3DV footage, poring over decades of memories captured by scancams. She was also communicating surreptitiously with resistance forces through Ismal Navaji, a medium and futurist in the Sentient Dome who believed that watching old footage was the most effective way to attempt to influence “the future of the past”. Long studying the phenomenon of particle physics as a young scientist (of 85 years), Ismal determined that the subjects in old movies and audio recordings could at times “feel the presence” of observers, even though it would happen in the future. Ismal’s computations involved the scientific study of quantum entanglment with respect to observation, then a burgeonng field of inquiry which posited that particles in various superpositions could be triggered by observation by conscious beings, with particles entangled independent of timeframe. Ismal’s experiments were conducted in secret however, infiltrated nonetheless by Dehuberton arch-mercenaries and parceled out to the highest bidder.