All Chapters of The Alpha Protocol: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The way back from the Aether City felt less like a retreat, but rather like breaking into a pilgrimage. We didn't just wear our equipment, but the future of Earth in the form of the Carbonium data core with us. He pulsated in my backpack in a soothing, deep rhythm that is almost like the a living being felt. “The seismic data is unambiguous,” Silas said, while we have the heavy gates closed behind us and returned to the pale daylight of the plaice. ‘The Aether city has an autonomous energy source, but it is on heat exchange with Atlantis relies. We now have the blueprint to turn the thermal cycle close. If we do this, the atmosphere above the continent will be within shall be freed from toxic fog for weeks.’; “We need Thalassa”, I said and looked over the endless width of the red Canyons. “It is the only one that can modify the abyssal pumps so that they absorb the energy from the core of PlanetHero without overloading.” Kael stepped next to me and laid the arm around my

The healing of the world was not a gentle process. She was an explosion.Six months after we fired the PlanetHero protocol, the Earthamong us an oversized hyperactive greenhouse. Theatmospheric seed – the tiny, kinetic Nanites that cleanse the skyhad – was on the fertile mud of the dried oceans and theburned earth of the continents fallen. And nature hadn't wasted time.I leaned over the control panel of the MK-III steel lungs and stared through thePanoramic disc. We flew over the equator, over an area in the oldMaps of Silas once when the Amazon Basin was recorded.It wasn't just green. It was a growing, bioluminescent ocean fromgigantic ferns, massive slinging plants and giant trees whose crownsalmost reached our altitude.“The bio-signatures down there are completely beaten out,” said Kael, whostood and looked at Silas' old scanner console, which we firmly integrated into the cockpithad. He only wore a light, sleeveless shirt, and I could see how theMuscles tensioned on

The vibrations in the ground were stronger. Water in our up-cycled Filter basin crawled in the cycle of vibrations. Boom... boom... But that wasn't the most disturbing thing. To the heavy quake, second, far finer noise. It was a fast, metallic mosquito through the dense leaves of the fern trees cut like a scalpel. Click-click-click. I pulled my kinetic pistol and uncovered it. “Do you believe that?” I whispered and stared in the deep shadows of the jungle. Kael joined me, his sword firmly in his hand. The black claws of his left hand drove out with a quiet surre. “It’s not an animal. The monsters make the click.” He was right. It was the unmistakable, icy sound of high precision Servo motors and locking relays. Something original was awake in the jungle. The dense, man-high ferns on the edge of our lightning became more brutal, mechanical violence torn aside. It was a machine of consortium, but it wasn't like a fighting drone that we from the archives. She looked like

The journey to the ground was not a march, it was a downward spiral into hell. We used the remains of the worshipper's son, which we had with the the most powerful drives of the steel coils and a massive layer of the Pirscher-Panzer had modified. It was no longer a flying ship, but a powerful, armored drill that sat in the rock under our camp. Kael sat at the wheel of the construction while I was in the narrow of the machine room last wires of the camouflaged signal relay. Vibrating the drill head shook my bones so strong that I could hardly hold the cable. “We reach the first geothermal layer!” Silas called via the Com-Link. He sat in one of the rear capsules serving as a mobile research station. ‘The Temperature outside rises to two hundred degrees! The armoring glows!” “Stop the shields!” Kael shouted. The machine smiled as we were through a massive layer of volcanic rock broke. Then, with a dull blow, the resistance lost among us. We shot into a huge tunnel. It wasn

The journey back to the surface was a slow, almost meditative journey through the healed arteries of the planet. The old drill – our improvised ship scrap – seemed to feel the calm of the earth almost. As we have the upper layers of Jungles broke through and our capsule gently placed on the light, that was first what we heard, not clicking the machines or the circle of the Drones. It was silence. A deep, rich, living silence. We got out. The air was crystal clear, almost intoxicating, and the gold of the the world dipped into a light I had never seen before. It was like the planet itself had remixed its colors. The purple fern lighted in a gentle gold tone, and the metallic fruits of the nightshade Shrubs now seemed to glow in a soft, amber-colored light. Silas was the first to get out. He knelt into the high grass, planted a handful Earth and rubbed it between the fingers. “No more residues,” he murmured, and his eyes were damp. “The Nanites have completed their work. W