Co-authored by: Ray of Meep (GM)
23XX A.D, over a century after the Zhongzhi event
Li Ming Star System, Planet Zhuque, Yunwang City
Li Shi Cheng watched helplessly as his neighborhood in the Beijing megalopolis was turned into a warzone. Due to reasons far beyond his understanding as a child, the kids and their parents of the other apartment block, folks who he went to school with and celebrated the holidays together, were throwing Molitav cocktails at those in his own apartment block, who responded in kind with firearms. How did they get firearms anyways? Shi Cheng would've thought, if his small body wasn't trapped under a pile of rubble, and if his left arm wasn't in so much pain that he'd rather cut it off.
There was a cry from the other room, his parents, familiar and ensuring. They entered, their faces covered in soot, panicked, crying, but they were there. Or so Shi Cheng thought, before more rubble and flames well between them.
"AAAHH!" Shi Cheng immediatley sat up from his bed, startling his wife, Shu Yang, besides him. He gasped for air as he looked around him. It was the familiar, small bed room in the institute's housing complex. The Zhu Moon let light in softly through the windows. Below on the campus grounds were the dwindling lights of student protestors, while the rest of the city hummed along peacefully. In the distance was the seemingly infinite expanse of the planet's red vegetation and all its natives and wilderness, yet to be tamed by the new order.
"Nightmares again?" Shu Yang asked softly, one hand on Shi Cheng's clothed chest. He looked at his left arm, currenly with the size and strength of that of a five year old child, then looked back his wife, whose cybernetics were exposed on the left hand side of her face.
"Yeah... yeah. The usual." Shi Cheng looked down and nodded.
23XX A.D, over a century after the Zhongzhi event
Li Ming Star System, Planet Zhuque, Yunwang City
Li Shi Cheng watched helplessly as his neighborhood in the Beijing megalopolis was turned into a warzone. Due to reasons far beyond his understanding as a child, the kids and their parents of the other apartment block, folks who he went to school with and celebrated the holidays together, were throwing Molitav cocktails at those in his own apartment block, who responded in kind with firearms. How did they get firearms anyways? Shi Cheng would've thought, if his small body wasn't trapped under a pile of rubble, and if his left arm wasn't in so much pain that he'd rather cut it off.
There was a cry from the other room, his parents, familiar and ensuring. They entered, their faces covered in soot, panicked, crying, but they were there. Or so Shi Cheng thought, before more rubble and flames well between them.
"AAAHH!" Shi Cheng immediatley sat up from his bed, startling his wife, Shu Yang, besides him. He gasped for air as he looked around him. It was the familiar, small bed room in the institute's housing complex. The Zhu Moon let light in softly through the windows. Below on the campus grounds were the dwindling lights of student protestors, while the rest of the city hummed along peacefully. In the distance was the seemingly infinite expanse of the planet's red vegetation and all its natives and wilderness, yet to be tamed by the new order.
"Nightmares again?" Shu Yang asked softly, one hand on Shi Cheng's clothed chest. He looked at his left arm, currenly with the size and strength of that of a five year old child, then looked back his wife, whose cybernetics were exposed on the left hand side of her face.
"Yeah... yeah. The usual." Shi Cheng looked down and nodded.