Once Human Base Blueprints Novels & Stories

Those that were lucky to conceive, eventually die. Some were lucky enough to stay alive to bear at most three young ones and eventually die immediately after the third one. They are only one percent of them out of the whole supernatural world combined. However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily.

Hope said, pointing toward a small pharmacy at the base of the Hill. A group of "Baselines"—humans who had never shifted—were gathered at the entrance. The electronic locks were jammed. the refrigerators holding the insulin and the vaccines were offline, their digital thermostats flickering with "Error" messages. To these people, our "Resonant Miracle" looked like the End of Civilization.

Time to go home. The two of them piloted the hovercraft back. Ray had taken the time to repaint it white, so even if a satellite scanned the snowy expanse, the craft would blend into the landscape. Better safe than sorry. Ray didn't want anyone noticing him—especially national powers. From his perspective, the government had likely initiated the "Human Seed Project," possibly building massive underground cities to shelter survivors. But ability users were the real wildcard. Perhaps by now, those underground cities had already been taken over—or were in the process of being taken—by ability users.

We all lived in peace, and things seemed great, but some creatures went rogue and started to kill humans for food or fun, and the humans with advancing technology started to be against us and threatened us. So our ancestors destroyed all the proof we existed, and we all went to places to hide and build our homes. Things work out well. Most of us appear to be human most times anyway and the ones that dont prefer places that are out of view to live anyway. Even though everyone knew over time, it became stories, not facts, and now it's movies sharing our facts and just being fun for humans. There weren't many questions for us, and people started giving us their blueprints as they started gettin

It will have the most recent blueprints so we can find out where their safe rooms are throughout the base. A scream is heard from outside as the fighting gets closer. The humans have started bringing out their big guns and shooting at anything that moves unfortunately. Sacrificing their own people. Their own families for what they think is the greater good. I turn the corner to get outside and notice that the boys are all in the alley next to a blown out building. "Humans have mortars now. Fucking pussies cant face us themselves." Gregory said venomously. I nodded in return. "Server room next. Kill the fighters. Leave the innocents. Direct them where to go." I instructed gruffly. The men nod

We had won this battle, but the war was far from over. "Sir, we need to take them to the base in Othmarchen". Ade suggested. "You mean the naval base?" "Yes, it is only based that had not been captured by the shapeshifters and is safe for humans," Ade answered I nodded at Ade's suggestion. Taking the humans to a government naval base in Othmarchen was a risky journey, but it was also their best chance of survival. The base was one of the few left that hadn't been captured by the shapeshifters, and if they could get there, they might have a chance to regroup and fight back.

"The Guest didn't leave. It just went deeper." ​Before I could reach him, the heavy iron door of the engineering booth slammed open. Liam stumbled onto the catwalk, clutching a handful of charcoal sketches that were shaking in his grip. He didn't look like a mechanic; he looked like a ghost. ​"The blueprints are changing," Liam yelled, thrusting the papers toward me. "I was drafting the new gear ratios for the southern lift, but the ink is moving. Look at the lines!" ​I snatched the paper. The geometric drawings of gears and pistons were being overwritten by organic, flowing patterns that I recognized with a jolt of ice in my veins. They were the neural maps of the Black Mountain—the same on

Marcus pointed toward the projection. Everlyn looked. Then froze. Because she immediately understood why he was excited. The display showed communication patterns. Not on Earth. Beyond it. Silence filled the room. The expansion efforts had accelerated over the previous decade. Orbital habitats. Lunar settlements. Deep-space research platforms. Humanity had begun extending itself outward. Slowly. Carefully. But steadily. And now something remarkable had appeared. Independent cultural evolution. The off-world settlements were developing differently. Not radically. But noticeably.

I mean, the usual omega's still live within, but the others are either in newly built homes or staying in their incomplete structures for privacy since they are newly mated. We haven't been building anything fancy since we don't have a power grid or a complete plumbing system—just homes with basic septic tanks systems and candles for lighting. The few engineers and architects we have are a bit overwhelmed at the moment, but blueprints for each pack's layout have been drawn up. The mansion is still connected to the humans' power grid, which has been convenient, but that will change soon. And we can always shift to do our business. A wolf does poop in the woods.

The codes were recorded on his phone, but the system couldn’t read it. It was a coded message invented by Dr. Lim himself. He specially organized this coded language that no computer or highly intelligent system could decode. It contains not only the information about the weakness of the mutated robots but also how you can trigger them to follow you through maneuvering the brain from which the instructions are being sent. “You mean, we could hack through the system of each humanoid?” Dr. Smith cleared himself of confusion. “Exactly,” replied Jude. The core team of researchers have been busy doing manual work and experiments to attain the goal and devise a plan, but with careful attention to