Melissa became extremely rich and powerful in her Genesis career. She isolated the genes that control intelligence, strength, maturity, personality, health and so on, back in 2058. “The year of Melissa” as they call it.
She only goes by her first name saying that surnames are useless. I guess she found us unbreds useless too. In 2059 we were moved down here. Although there is not many of us left now, people die what more can I say. I had diabetes so ofcourse was unable to have bred offspring. The first year of breds are also down here. I think Melissa calls them “Not quite right” or “Imperfect”. I think this was because they have hair. A feature that “only causes vanity” according to Melissa. Now ofcourse all the perfect breds have no hair. They are all six foot two inches, masculine, and have an IQ of 181 by the time they are 8. That is the maturing age for male and female breds.
We can only really guess what sort of life they lead. We hear a bit from the “stair” breds who guard the entrance to our underground home and from other unnamed sources.
We know they now have bred plants. Decorative plants such as roses “have no purpose”. We also assume they have bred animals. They probably talk. Sounds like a fairy tale to me, at least something you would read in a book.
We heard yesterday Melissa had ordered all books to be burnt. I guess she thought they were useless along-side computers.
Down here we are happy just to have electricity. I’m not sure if they use such a “primitive” form of power up there. We have clean water, and we are allowed to grow all the unbred plants we want in out dirt floors.
We are not allowed books, pets, or any other useless things they are not allowed in their world. Yet we are not allowed to have their technology either.
I can still take my insulin, as other sick people are allowed to take their medication so we survive.
But what for?
We are given a cupful of a strange liquid once a day. It is green, my favourite colour so I don’t complain, although others wonder why we are kept alive. It is known that vitamin D is in the liquid, but that is all. How else would we survive without ever seeing the sun? Or the moon or the stars?
My mind is wandering now. I often think of my school days, of Melissa back then, my family, music. I used to listen to the radio all night. It would send me to sleep. Sleep, even without the sky to guide me I know it is time for me to rest now.
Chapter Two - New Day, New Ways.
The sun on my face woke me. What! One of the “stair” breds had opened the door and
the sunlight was hitting my face as I crouched against the wall. Within a few
seconds a lot of the other unbreds were standing around, watching and waiting.
We didn’t have long to wait. A bred boy was pushed down the stairs. He was 6ft2 like
the rest of them. He had no hair, infact he looked just like the rest of them. Maybe his
voice was weird or something.
I looked around. There was fifty or so of us standing around. For once we seemed like
the heartless breds, all having the same astonished look on our faces.
The door was shut and we were left with our candles and lamps.
I was closer to him than the rest, so I took it upon myself to speak to him.
“Hello, what is your name?” I asked him.
“John, age 9. You?” he said and smiled. Well that was enough for the rest of them. As
quickly as they had gathered they were gone. I could almost hear their thoughts, “Why
did he smile? Do they have feelings?”.
“Adria, my name is Adria. You have a nice smile,” I said.
“Thanks, they didn’t expect it huh?”
I gave him a weak grin.
“It doesn’t matter. They’ll get used to us when there’s more of us around,” he said.
“They’ll be more down here?” I asked fascinated.
He rolled his eyes, “I certainly wont be the last,” he said.
The rest of them seemed scared of John. Yet I felt very close to him
almost straight away.
He explained how all the books were burnt. I told him we didn’t hear much of
their world but we knew that. He corrected me saying it was Melissa’s world. His mother
Deanne, is Melissa’s assistant. That was all he knew about her, as he wasn’t permitted to
see her. I suspected it was the same Deanne that was at high school with Melissa and I
but I didn’t say so.
We talked for a long time, as I showed him around. He seemed quite happy with our
home but I couldn’t see why. The rest of them kept as far away from us as possible. But
it didn’t worry me, I had always been alone in this place.
In the end I asked him straight out……………”Why were you sent down here?”
I had been avoiding that question.
“I kept a book. I hid it,” he replied.
“So they sent you down here?” I asked.
“Melissa did yes. I ‘went against the perfect ways’ so I am now one of you,” he said.
“Although I don’t think the rest of the people down here will believe that, they are too
scared of you because you are different”. I laughed.
He explained that a lot of children wanted to keep their books, and learn of the “old”
ways. Some of their parents were asking questions about the books being destroyed, and
about our life down here. The were told destroying the books was part of the new
ways. All they were told about life down here was how terrible it was.
Melissa hired a number of guards and it was announced that anyone who went against
the new ways would be sent down here for life.
Chapter Three - Our World, A Prison!
I called everyone to me the next day. John, looking depressed, sat in a corner. I told
them what I had learnt about their world ‘up there’. I told them of the way the breds
were asking questions about their way of life, and asking about us. I also
told them the answers they were given, and why John was here.
John asked to speak to them.
“I kept a book,” he announced, “It was the bible that my mother gave me.” He went on,
talking about religion. How and why did it die out? Shouldn’t the Christians have stood
against the destruction of our natural genes? A few sentences in I tunned right out.
I was watching the crowd slowly accepting him. But I was thinking about Melissa and
Deanne.
Melissa was Christian, but Deanne wasn’t. I kind of got the feeling Deanne gave
John the bible in hope that one day she could see him, and tell him of our old ways.
All these thoughts were suddenly pushed aside as the ‘stair’ breds threw open the door
and two more breds were thrown down. This time they were dressed in our style clothes,
jeans and a t-shirt, rather than the white dress type things they wear.
These two looked strange in our clothes. I wondered where the clothes came from, so
did the crowd. There newfound trust in John disappeared and they were away from us
in a second.
John walked up to them, “I’m John, age nine, and you are?”
“Troy, age thirty two and this is Alica, age thirty four.”
They all laughed.
“Good to have another bred around,” said John, ”No offence.”
“None taken John,” I said, “You know these two?”
“No but I will do,” he gave me a nod.
Something suddenly occurred to me. It is the year 2060 and the first round of breds
were produced in 2058. How could they be thirty two and thirty four then?
Alica explained how their time worked. I decided after hearing her long complicated
explanation I would just tell anyone who asked that their time was different.
I could see we really had been ‘kept in the dark’ down here. I had much to learn.
Chapter Four - More Breds, Less Time.
The next day four more breds arrived. The rest of the unbreds seemed to have
disappeared. I didn’t care.
Troy and Alica had been sent because they had asked one of Melissa’s guards
about unbred food. And also why they didn’t eat with knives and forks anymore. Melissa
had said knives and forks were a waste of steel. Another one of her new ways.
Melissa has now stopped anyone from seeing her or Deanne. She appointed three more
breds to be her ‘communicators’. They are to answer the breds questions. More and more
breds were asking questions. Doubting Melissa’s ways and wondering why they couldn’t
see her anymore.
I wondered if it was because she was ageing. I thought that maybe if they realise she
isn’t one of them they will reject her authority.
“She’s scared,” I whispered. Only John heard me. We talked about my thoughts privately
later on.
“Eventually,” he said, “they will find out about her. Most will reject her, but some
will not.”
“I never thought of that,” I paused,” A conflict!” My eyes widened.
“And maybe a war,” he finished for me.
My mind was racing. I asked him what weapons they had. John told me that they didn’t
have any. I told him all I knew about guns, tanks, grenades, and neuclear bombs.
Looking solemn he turned to me in horror.
“Where that asteroid landed,” he said all in a rush,” back in ummm…..”
“2034” I said.
“Yeah, well it’s creator has been filled and covered by Melissa. We are forbidden to go
near it,” he said flustered.
“The weapons must be there”, we said in unison.
Chapter Five - More Questions, Now Weapons.
John and I could not sleep that night. We tossed and turned on the dirt floors. The
other breds in our underworld prison we sleeping near us.
In the morning yet another group of breds arrived. Sandy, was kind of their leader. We
learned she had asked Melissa through her ‘communicators’ if the unbreds had
fought against each other. She had been thinking along the lines of John and I.
We sat around and I explained our theory on the creator and Sandy went into detail
over why they were sent here. Sandy and her group didn’t know what they were looking
for, but they tried to get past Melissa’s newly appointed ‘minders’ that were guarding
the creator.
One of them managed to lift up the plastic covering, but all they saw was wooden boxes.
“Could have been anything,” Sandy said.
We all agreed, but still suspected it was the old weapons hidden there.
We also heard how a third or so of Sandy’s group had got away. It wasn’t known how
much they had since found out.
That night while some of us were sleeping, others trying to, we were woken by
a gunshot. The others ofcourse did not know it was a gunshot. I screamed and then they
knew.
A group of about twenty breds came running down the stairs. One of the ‘stair’ breds
had been shot and the others were knocked out.
They ran up to Sandy, “We found weapons, though our knowledge of them isn’t great,”
one said.
“We figured we’d need them. It’s more or less a full blown war out there,” said another.
“For and against Melissa,” John whispered. I gave him a knowing look.
Chapter Six - Total Catastrophe.
Then before we knew what had happened Sandy, all her people and their guns were gone. The
rest of us we standing around stunned. The ‘stair’ breds woke up, except one ofcourse.
In the morning some more breds were sent down. The guards asked what had happened
to the ‘stair’ breds but ofcourse they didn’t get an answer.
We didn’t really speak to this new group of breds, they just walked in and sat around
with us. We learned quite a lot from the next lot though.
It seemed that a lot of Melissa’s guards had been killed or wounded.
“It has been a mad rush to get to the creator,” said one of them.
A lot of breds had been killed also, not just the guards. It seemed everyone was a
part of this war. The breds against Melissa, from what we could gather seemed to be
the stronger side, but all the same the other side was strong too.
They were now using the grenades as well as all types of guns. We assumed that the
tanks and neuclear weapons were further down in the creator.
Without many guards we expected that no-one else would be sent down here, we were
very wrong.
Chapter Seven - Melissa’s World Gone Wrong.
The doors opened suddenly, taking us by surprise. A surprise not comparable to the
next shock we got. Much older looking than I had imagined Melissa stumbled down the
stairs. The breds against he stood up defensively.
“NO,” I said firmly.
“Why should we stay? If it’s that mad out there that she is down here we must be free
to go,” said Alica.
I watched them run for the door, for freedom, they thought.
Melissa looked at me. She was crying. I could see that she was sorry and regretting
everything. All the things she had done to us suddenly seemed
to disappear. Everyone else had disappeared too, and I mean everyone.
Melissa squeezed my hand and headed for the door. She was going to walk out on me too.
I started to cry. But Melissa just shut the door and came back to sit beside me.
“I never expected this,” she sobbed.
“I know,” I said, “remember year eleven Chemistry? When you decided to be a Geneses?”
I smiled at her.
“Yes,” she didn’t lighten up at all, “I regret that more than anything. I was proud of
what I’d done. But I got sick of being proud. I wanted power, and respect. The only
respect I ever really got was from my own people. And I locked them away. I lied to the
breds. I hate them. I wish I’d never made them.”
“Lied?” I questioned.
“I told them how horrid unbreds were, and how bad it is down here. But you’ve been
forced to live here all this time, and, and,” she took a deep breath,” You forgive me don’t
you?”
“I do Melissa,” I said and I knew I meant it. She knew it too.
I gave her a hug. She didn’t let go. So we sat there, huddled in a corner together.
“What now?” she asked.
“Are the neuclear bombs and tanks in the creator?” I asked her.
“Yes, down the bottom,” she replied.
“Well then, we just have to wait,” I said.
“For what?” I looked at her.
“You’re the smart one, you tell me!” I exclaimed.
We laughed, a frightened, weak laugh.
That’s the last thing I remember, before Melissa’s world blew up.
The End!
I wrote this story in year ten (1997). I hope you enjoyed it.
Back
I looked around. There was fifty or so of us standing around. For once we seemed like the heartless breds, all having the same astonished look on our faces.
The door was shut and we were left with our candles and lamps.
I was closer to him than the rest, so I took it upon myself to speak to him. “Hello, what is your name?” I asked him.
“John, age 9. You?” he said and smiled. Well that was enough for the rest of them. As quickly as they had gathered they were gone. I could almost hear their thoughts, “Why did he smile? Do they have feelings?”.
“Adria, my name is Adria. You have a nice smile,” I said.
“Thanks, they didn’t expect it huh?”
I gave him a weak grin.
“It doesn’t matter. They’ll get used to us when there’s more of us around,” he said.
“They’ll be more down here?” I asked fascinated.
He rolled his eyes, “I certainly wont be the last,” he said.
The rest of them seemed scared of John. Yet I felt very close to him almost straight away.
He explained how all the books were burnt. I told him we didn’t hear much of their world but we knew that. He corrected me saying it was Melissa’s world. His mother Deanne, is Melissa’s assistant. That was all he knew about her, as he wasn’t permitted to see her. I suspected it was the same Deanne that was at high school with Melissa and I but I didn’t say so.
We talked for a long time, as I showed him around. He seemed quite happy with our home but I couldn’t see why. The rest of them kept as far away from us as possible. But it didn’t worry me, I had always been alone in this place.
In the end I asked him straight out……………”Why were you sent down here?” I had been avoiding that question.
“I kept a book. I hid it,” he replied.
“So they sent you down here?” I asked.
“Melissa did yes. I ‘went against the perfect ways’ so I am now one of you,” he said.
“Although I don’t think the rest of the people down here will believe that, they are too scared of you because you are different”. I laughed.
He explained that a lot of children wanted to keep their books, and learn of the “old” ways. Some of their parents were asking questions about the books being destroyed, and about our life down here. The were told destroying the books was part of the new ways. All they were told about life down here was how terrible it was.
Melissa hired a number of guards and it was announced that anyone who went against the new ways would be sent down here for life.
Chapter Three - Our World, A Prison!
I called everyone to me the next day. John, looking depressed, sat in a corner. I told
them what I had learnt about their world ‘up there’. I told them of the way the breds
were asking questions about their way of life, and asking about us. I also
told them the answers they were given, and why John was here.
John asked to speak to them.
“I kept a book,” he announced, “It was the bible that my mother gave me.” He went on,
talking about religion. How and why did it die out? Shouldn’t the Christians have stood
against the destruction of our natural genes? A few sentences in I tunned right out.
I was watching the crowd slowly accepting him. But I was thinking about Melissa and
Deanne.
Melissa was Christian, but Deanne wasn’t. I kind of got the feeling Deanne gave
John the bible in hope that one day she could see him, and tell him of our old ways.
All these thoughts were suddenly pushed aside as the ‘stair’ breds threw open the door
and two more breds were thrown down. This time they were dressed in our style clothes,
jeans and a t-shirt, rather than the white dress type things they wear.
These two looked strange in our clothes. I wondered where the clothes came from, so
did the crowd. There newfound trust in John disappeared and they were away from us
in a second.
John walked up to them, “I’m John, age nine, and you are?”
“Troy, age thirty two and this is Alica, age thirty four.”
They all laughed.
“Good to have another bred around,” said John, ”No offence.”
“None taken John,” I said, “You know these two?”
“No but I will do,” he gave me a nod.
Something suddenly occurred to me. It is the year 2060 and the first round of breds
were produced in 2058. How could they be thirty two and thirty four then?
Alica explained how their time worked. I decided after hearing her long complicated
explanation I would just tell anyone who asked that their time was different.
I could see we really had been ‘kept in the dark’ down here. I had much to learn.
Chapter Four - More Breds, Less Time.
The next day four more breds arrived. The rest of the unbreds seemed to have
disappeared. I didn’t care.
Troy and Alica had been sent because they had asked one of Melissa’s guards
about unbred food. And also why they didn’t eat with knives and forks anymore. Melissa
had said knives and forks were a waste of steel. Another one of her new ways.
Melissa has now stopped anyone from seeing her or Deanne. She appointed three more
breds to be her ‘communicators’. They are to answer the breds questions. More and more
breds were asking questions. Doubting Melissa’s ways and wondering why they couldn’t
see her anymore.
I wondered if it was because she was ageing. I thought that maybe if they realise she
isn’t one of them they will reject her authority.
“She’s scared,” I whispered. Only John heard me. We talked about my thoughts privately
later on.
“Eventually,” he said, “they will find out about her. Most will reject her, but some
will not.”
“I never thought of that,” I paused,” A conflict!” My eyes widened.
“And maybe a war,” he finished for me.
My mind was racing. I asked him what weapons they had. John told me that they didn’t
have any. I told him all I knew about guns, tanks, grenades, and neuclear bombs.
Looking solemn he turned to me in horror.
“Where that asteroid landed,” he said all in a rush,” back in ummm…..”
“2034” I said.
“Yeah, well it’s creator has been filled and covered by Melissa. We are forbidden to go
near it,” he said flustered.
“The weapons must be there”, we said in unison.
Chapter Five - More Questions, Now Weapons.
John and I could not sleep that night. We tossed and turned on the dirt floors. The
other breds in our underworld prison we sleeping near us.
In the morning yet another group of breds arrived. Sandy, was kind of their leader. We
learned she had asked Melissa through her ‘communicators’ if the unbreds had
fought against each other. She had been thinking along the lines of John and I.
We sat around and I explained our theory on the creator and Sandy went into detail
over why they were sent here. Sandy and her group didn’t know what they were looking
for, but they tried to get past Melissa’s newly appointed ‘minders’ that were guarding
the creator.
One of them managed to lift up the plastic covering, but all they saw was wooden boxes.
“Could have been anything,” Sandy said.
We all agreed, but still suspected it was the old weapons hidden there.
We also heard how a third or so of Sandy’s group had got away. It wasn’t known how
much they had since found out.
That night while some of us were sleeping, others trying to, we were woken by
a gunshot. The others ofcourse did not know it was a gunshot. I screamed and then they
knew.
A group of about twenty breds came running down the stairs. One of the ‘stair’ breds
had been shot and the others were knocked out.
They ran up to Sandy, “We found weapons, though our knowledge of them isn’t great,”
one said.
“We figured we’d need them. It’s more or less a full blown war out there,” said another.
“For and against Melissa,” John whispered. I gave him a knowing look.
Chapter Six - Total Catastrophe.
Then before we knew what had happened Sandy, all her people and their guns were gone. The
rest of us we standing around stunned. The ‘stair’ breds woke up, except one ofcourse.
In the morning some more breds were sent down. The guards asked what had happened
to the ‘stair’ breds but ofcourse they didn’t get an answer.
We didn’t really speak to this new group of breds, they just walked in and sat around
with us. We learned quite a lot from the next lot though.
It seemed that a lot of Melissa’s guards had been killed or wounded.
“It has been a mad rush to get to the creator,” said one of them.
A lot of breds had been killed also, not just the guards. It seemed everyone was a
part of this war. The breds against Melissa, from what we could gather seemed to be
the stronger side, but all the same the other side was strong too.
They were now using the grenades as well as all types of guns. We assumed that the
tanks and neuclear weapons were further down in the creator.
Without many guards we expected that no-one else would be sent down here, we were
very wrong.
Chapter Seven - Melissa’s World Gone Wrong.
The doors opened suddenly, taking us by surprise. A surprise not comparable to the
next shock we got. Much older looking than I had imagined Melissa stumbled down the
stairs. The breds against he stood up defensively.
“NO,” I said firmly.
“Why should we stay? If it’s that mad out there that she is down here we must be free
to go,” said Alica.
I watched them run for the door, for freedom, they thought.
Melissa looked at me. She was crying. I could see that she was sorry and regretting
everything. All the things she had done to us suddenly seemed
to disappear. Everyone else had disappeared too, and I mean everyone.
Melissa squeezed my hand and headed for the door. She was going to walk out on me too.
I started to cry. But Melissa just shut the door and came back to sit beside me.
“I never expected this,” she sobbed.
“I know,” I said, “remember year eleven Chemistry? When you decided to be a Geneses?”
I smiled at her.
“Yes,” she didn’t lighten up at all, “I regret that more than anything. I was proud of
what I’d done. But I got sick of being proud. I wanted power, and respect. The only
respect I ever really got was from my own people. And I locked them away. I lied to the
breds. I hate them. I wish I’d never made them.”
“Lied?” I questioned.
“I told them how horrid unbreds were, and how bad it is down here. But you’ve been
forced to live here all this time, and, and,” she took a deep breath,” You forgive me don’t
you?”
“I do Melissa,” I said and I knew I meant it. She knew it too.
I gave her a hug. She didn’t let go. So we sat there, huddled in a corner together.
“What now?” she asked.
“Are the neuclear bombs and tanks in the creator?” I asked her.
“Yes, down the bottom,” she replied.
“Well then, we just have to wait,” I said.
“For what?” I looked at her.
“You’re the smart one, you tell me!” I exclaimed.
We laughed, a frightened, weak laugh.
That’s the last thing I remember, before Melissa’s world blew up.
The End!
I wrote this story in year ten (1997). I hope you enjoyed it.
Back
“I kept a book,” he announced, “It was the bible that my mother gave me.” He went on, talking about religion. How and why did it die out? Shouldn’t the Christians have stood against the destruction of our natural genes? A few sentences in I tunned right out. I was watching the crowd slowly accepting him. But I was thinking about Melissa and Deanne.
Melissa was Christian, but Deanne wasn’t. I kind of got the feeling Deanne gave John the bible in hope that one day she could see him, and tell him of our old ways. All these thoughts were suddenly pushed aside as the ‘stair’ breds threw open the door and two more breds were thrown down. This time they were dressed in our style clothes, jeans and a t-shirt, rather than the white dress type things they wear.
These two looked strange in our clothes. I wondered where the clothes came from, so did the crowd. There newfound trust in John disappeared and they were away from us in a second.
John walked up to them, “I’m John, age nine, and you are?”
“Troy, age thirty two and this is Alica, age thirty four.”
They all laughed.
“Good to have another bred around,” said John, ”No offence.”
“None taken John,” I said, “You know these two?”
“No but I will do,” he gave me a nod.
Something suddenly occurred to me. It is the year 2060 and the first round of breds were produced in 2058. How could they be thirty two and thirty four then?
Alica explained how their time worked. I decided after hearing her long complicated explanation I would just tell anyone who asked that their time was different.
I could see we really had been ‘kept in the dark’ down here. I had much to learn.
Chapter Four - More Breds, Less Time.
The next day four more breds arrived. The rest of the unbreds seemed to have
disappeared. I didn’t care.
Troy and Alica had been sent because they had asked one of Melissa’s guards
about unbred food. And also why they didn’t eat with knives and forks anymore. Melissa
had said knives and forks were a waste of steel. Another one of her new ways.
Melissa has now stopped anyone from seeing her or Deanne. She appointed three more
breds to be her ‘communicators’. They are to answer the breds questions. More and more
breds were asking questions. Doubting Melissa’s ways and wondering why they couldn’t
see her anymore.
I wondered if it was because she was ageing. I thought that maybe if they realise she
isn’t one of them they will reject her authority.
“She’s scared,” I whispered. Only John heard me. We talked about my thoughts privately
later on.
“Eventually,” he said, “they will find out about her. Most will reject her, but some
will not.”
“I never thought of that,” I paused,” A conflict!” My eyes widened.
“And maybe a war,” he finished for me.
My mind was racing. I asked him what weapons they had. John told me that they didn’t
have any. I told him all I knew about guns, tanks, grenades, and neuclear bombs.
Looking solemn he turned to me in horror.
“Where that asteroid landed,” he said all in a rush,” back in ummm…..”
“2034” I said.
“Yeah, well it’s creator has been filled and covered by Melissa. We are forbidden to go
near it,” he said flustered.
“The weapons must be there”, we said in unison.
Chapter Five - More Questions, Now Weapons.
John and I could not sleep that night. We tossed and turned on the dirt floors. The
other breds in our underworld prison we sleeping near us.
In the morning yet another group of breds arrived. Sandy, was kind of their leader. We
learned she had asked Melissa through her ‘communicators’ if the unbreds had
fought against each other. She had been thinking along the lines of John and I.
We sat around and I explained our theory on the creator and Sandy went into detail
over why they were sent here. Sandy and her group didn’t know what they were looking
for, but they tried to get past Melissa’s newly appointed ‘minders’ that were guarding
the creator.
One of them managed to lift up the plastic covering, but all they saw was wooden boxes.
“Could have been anything,” Sandy said.
We all agreed, but still suspected it was the old weapons hidden there.
We also heard how a third or so of Sandy’s group had got away. It wasn’t known how
much they had since found out.
That night while some of us were sleeping, others trying to, we were woken by
a gunshot. The others ofcourse did not know it was a gunshot. I screamed and then they
knew.
A group of about twenty breds came running down the stairs. One of the ‘stair’ breds
had been shot and the others were knocked out.
They ran up to Sandy, “We found weapons, though our knowledge of them isn’t great,”
one said.
“We figured we’d need them. It’s more or less a full blown war out there,” said another.
“For and against Melissa,” John whispered. I gave him a knowing look.
Chapter Six - Total Catastrophe.
Then before we knew what had happened Sandy, all her people and their guns were gone. The
rest of us we standing around stunned. The ‘stair’ breds woke up, except one ofcourse.
In the morning some more breds were sent down. The guards asked what had happened
to the ‘stair’ breds but ofcourse they didn’t get an answer.
We didn’t really speak to this new group of breds, they just walked in and sat around
with us. We learned quite a lot from the next lot though.
It seemed that a lot of Melissa’s guards had been killed or wounded.
“It has been a mad rush to get to the creator,” said one of them.
A lot of breds had been killed also, not just the guards. It seemed everyone was a
part of this war. The breds against Melissa, from what we could gather seemed to be
the stronger side, but all the same the other side was strong too.
They were now using the grenades as well as all types of guns. We assumed that the
tanks and neuclear weapons were further down in the creator.
Without many guards we expected that no-one else would be sent down here, we were
very wrong.
Chapter Seven - Melissa’s World Gone Wrong.
The doors opened suddenly, taking us by surprise. A surprise not comparable to the
next shock we got. Much older looking than I had imagined Melissa stumbled down the
stairs. The breds against he stood up defensively.
“NO,” I said firmly.
“Why should we stay? If it’s that mad out there that she is down here we must be free
to go,” said Alica.
I watched them run for the door, for freedom, they thought.
Melissa looked at me. She was crying. I could see that she was sorry and regretting
everything. All the things she had done to us suddenly seemed
to disappear. Everyone else had disappeared too, and I mean everyone.
Melissa squeezed my hand and headed for the door. She was going to walk out on me too.
I started to cry. But Melissa just shut the door and came back to sit beside me.
“I never expected this,” she sobbed.
“I know,” I said, “remember year eleven Chemistry? When you decided to be a Geneses?”
I smiled at her.
“Yes,” she didn’t lighten up at all, “I regret that more than anything. I was proud of
what I’d done. But I got sick of being proud. I wanted power, and respect. The only
respect I ever really got was from my own people. And I locked them away. I lied to the
breds. I hate them. I wish I’d never made them.”
“Lied?” I questioned.
“I told them how horrid unbreds were, and how bad it is down here. But you’ve been
forced to live here all this time, and, and,” she took a deep breath,” You forgive me don’t
you?”
“I do Melissa,” I said and I knew I meant it. She knew it too.
I gave her a hug. She didn’t let go. So we sat there, huddled in a corner together.
“What now?” she asked.
“Are the neuclear bombs and tanks in the creator?” I asked her.
“Yes, down the bottom,” she replied.
“Well then, we just have to wait,” I said.
“For what?” I looked at her.
“You’re the smart one, you tell me!” I exclaimed.
We laughed, a frightened, weak laugh.
That’s the last thing I remember, before Melissa’s world blew up.
The End!
I wrote this story in year ten (1997). I hope you enjoyed it.
Back
Troy and Alica had been sent because they had asked one of Melissa’s guards about unbred food. And also why they didn’t eat with knives and forks anymore. Melissa had said knives and forks were a waste of steel. Another one of her new ways.
Melissa has now stopped anyone from seeing her or Deanne. She appointed three more breds to be her ‘communicators’. They are to answer the breds questions. More and more breds were asking questions. Doubting Melissa’s ways and wondering why they couldn’t see her anymore.
I wondered if it was because she was ageing. I thought that maybe if they realise she isn’t one of them they will reject her authority.
“She’s scared,” I whispered. Only John heard me. We talked about my thoughts privately later on.
“Eventually,” he said, “they will find out about her. Most will reject her, but some will not.”
“I never thought of that,” I paused,” A conflict!” My eyes widened. “And maybe a war,” he finished for me.
My mind was racing. I asked him what weapons they had. John told me that they didn’t have any. I told him all I knew about guns, tanks, grenades, and neuclear bombs. Looking solemn he turned to me in horror.
“Where that asteroid landed,” he said all in a rush,” back in ummm…..” “2034” I said.
“Yeah, well it’s creator has been filled and covered by Melissa. We are forbidden to go near it,” he said flustered.
“The weapons must be there”, we said in unison.
Chapter Five - More Questions, Now Weapons.
John and I could not sleep that night. We tossed and turned on the dirt floors. The
other breds in our underworld prison we sleeping near us.
In the morning yet another group of breds arrived. Sandy, was kind of their leader. We
learned she had asked Melissa through her ‘communicators’ if the unbreds had
fought against each other. She had been thinking along the lines of John and I.
We sat around and I explained our theory on the creator and Sandy went into detail
over why they were sent here. Sandy and her group didn’t know what they were looking
for, but they tried to get past Melissa’s newly appointed ‘minders’ that were guarding
the creator.
One of them managed to lift up the plastic covering, but all they saw was wooden boxes.
“Could have been anything,” Sandy said.
We all agreed, but still suspected it was the old weapons hidden there.
We also heard how a third or so of Sandy’s group had got away. It wasn’t known how
much they had since found out.
That night while some of us were sleeping, others trying to, we were woken by
a gunshot. The others ofcourse did not know it was a gunshot. I screamed and then they
knew.
A group of about twenty breds came running down the stairs. One of the ‘stair’ breds
had been shot and the others were knocked out.
They ran up to Sandy, “We found weapons, though our knowledge of them isn’t great,”
one said.
“We figured we’d need them. It’s more or less a full blown war out there,” said another.
“For and against Melissa,” John whispered. I gave him a knowing look.
Chapter Six - Total Catastrophe.
Then before we knew what had happened Sandy, all her people and their guns were gone. The
rest of us we standing around stunned. The ‘stair’ breds woke up, except one ofcourse.
In the morning some more breds were sent down. The guards asked what had happened
to the ‘stair’ breds but ofcourse they didn’t get an answer.
We didn’t really speak to this new group of breds, they just walked in and sat around
with us. We learned quite a lot from the next lot though.
It seemed that a lot of Melissa’s guards had been killed or wounded.
“It has been a mad rush to get to the creator,” said one of them.
A lot of breds had been killed also, not just the guards. It seemed everyone was a
part of this war. The breds against Melissa, from what we could gather seemed to be
the stronger side, but all the same the other side was strong too.
They were now using the grenades as well as all types of guns. We assumed that the
tanks and neuclear weapons were further down in the creator.
Without many guards we expected that no-one else would be sent down here, we were
very wrong.
Chapter Seven - Melissa’s World Gone Wrong.
The doors opened suddenly, taking us by surprise. A surprise not comparable to the
next shock we got. Much older looking than I had imagined Melissa stumbled down the
stairs. The breds against he stood up defensively.
“NO,” I said firmly.
“Why should we stay? If it’s that mad out there that she is down here we must be free
to go,” said Alica.
I watched them run for the door, for freedom, they thought.
Melissa looked at me. She was crying. I could see that she was sorry and regretting
everything. All the things she had done to us suddenly seemed
to disappear. Everyone else had disappeared too, and I mean everyone.
Melissa squeezed my hand and headed for the door. She was going to walk out on me too.
I started to cry. But Melissa just shut the door and came back to sit beside me.
“I never expected this,” she sobbed.
“I know,” I said, “remember year eleven Chemistry? When you decided to be a Geneses?”
I smiled at her.
“Yes,” she didn’t lighten up at all, “I regret that more than anything. I was proud of
what I’d done. But I got sick of being proud. I wanted power, and respect. The only
respect I ever really got was from my own people. And I locked them away. I lied to the
breds. I hate them. I wish I’d never made them.”
“Lied?” I questioned.
“I told them how horrid unbreds were, and how bad it is down here. But you’ve been
forced to live here all this time, and, and,” she took a deep breath,” You forgive me don’t
you?”
“I do Melissa,” I said and I knew I meant it. She knew it too.
I gave her a hug. She didn’t let go. So we sat there, huddled in a corner together.
“What now?” she asked.
“Are the neuclear bombs and tanks in the creator?” I asked her.
“Yes, down the bottom,” she replied.
“Well then, we just have to wait,” I said.
“For what?” I looked at her.
“You’re the smart one, you tell me!” I exclaimed.
We laughed, a frightened, weak laugh.
That’s the last thing I remember, before Melissa’s world blew up.
The End!
I wrote this story in year ten (1997). I hope you enjoyed it.
Back
In the morning yet another group of breds arrived. Sandy, was kind of their leader. We learned she had asked Melissa through her ‘communicators’ if the unbreds had fought against each other. She had been thinking along the lines of John and I.
We sat around and I explained our theory on the creator and Sandy went into detail over why they were sent here. Sandy and her group didn’t know what they were looking for, but they tried to get past Melissa’s newly appointed ‘minders’ that were guarding the creator.
One of them managed to lift up the plastic covering, but all they saw was wooden boxes. “Could have been anything,” Sandy said.
We all agreed, but still suspected it was the old weapons hidden there. We also heard how a third or so of Sandy’s group had got away. It wasn’t known how much they had since found out.
That night while some of us were sleeping, others trying to, we were woken by a gunshot. The others ofcourse did not know it was a gunshot. I screamed and then they knew.
A group of about twenty breds came running down the stairs. One of the ‘stair’ breds had been shot and the others were knocked out.
They ran up to Sandy, “We found weapons, though our knowledge of them isn’t great,” one said.
“We figured we’d need them. It’s more or less a full blown war out there,” said another. “For and against Melissa,” John whispered. I gave him a knowing look.
Chapter Six - Total Catastrophe.
Then before we knew what had happened Sandy, all her people and their guns were gone. The
rest of us we standing around stunned. The ‘stair’ breds woke up, except one ofcourse.
In the morning some more breds were sent down. The guards asked what had happened
to the ‘stair’ breds but ofcourse they didn’t get an answer.
We didn’t really speak to this new group of breds, they just walked in and sat around
with us. We learned quite a lot from the next lot though.
It seemed that a lot of Melissa’s guards had been killed or wounded.
“It has been a mad rush to get to the creator,” said one of them.
A lot of breds had been killed also, not just the guards. It seemed everyone was a
part of this war. The breds against Melissa, from what we could gather seemed to be
the stronger side, but all the same the other side was strong too.
They were now using the grenades as well as all types of guns. We assumed that the
tanks and neuclear weapons were further down in the creator.
Without many guards we expected that no-one else would be sent down here, we were
very wrong.
Chapter Seven - Melissa’s World Gone Wrong.
The doors opened suddenly, taking us by surprise. A surprise not comparable to the
next shock we got. Much older looking than I had imagined Melissa stumbled down the
stairs. The breds against he stood up defensively.
“NO,” I said firmly.
“Why should we stay? If it’s that mad out there that she is down here we must be free
to go,” said Alica.
I watched them run for the door, for freedom, they thought.
Melissa looked at me. She was crying. I could see that she was sorry and regretting
everything. All the things she had done to us suddenly seemed
to disappear. Everyone else had disappeared too, and I mean everyone.
Melissa squeezed my hand and headed for the door. She was going to walk out on me too.
I started to cry. But Melissa just shut the door and came back to sit beside me.
“I never expected this,” she sobbed.
“I know,” I said, “remember year eleven Chemistry? When you decided to be a Geneses?”
I smiled at her.
“Yes,” she didn’t lighten up at all, “I regret that more than anything. I was proud of
what I’d done. But I got sick of being proud. I wanted power, and respect. The only
respect I ever really got was from my own people. And I locked them away. I lied to the
breds. I hate them. I wish I’d never made them.”
“Lied?” I questioned.
“I told them how horrid unbreds were, and how bad it is down here. But you’ve been
forced to live here all this time, and, and,” she took a deep breath,” You forgive me don’t
you?”
“I do Melissa,” I said and I knew I meant it. She knew it too.
I gave her a hug. She didn’t let go. So we sat there, huddled in a corner together.
“What now?” she asked.
“Are the neuclear bombs and tanks in the creator?” I asked her.
“Yes, down the bottom,” she replied.
“Well then, we just have to wait,” I said.
“For what?” I looked at her.
“You’re the smart one, you tell me!” I exclaimed.
We laughed, a frightened, weak laugh.
That’s the last thing I remember, before Melissa’s world blew up.
The End!
I wrote this story in year ten (1997). I hope you enjoyed it.
Back
We didn’t really speak to this new group of breds, they just walked in and sat around with us. We learned quite a lot from the next lot though.
It seemed that a lot of Melissa’s guards had been killed or wounded.
“It has been a mad rush to get to the creator,” said one of them.
A lot of breds had been killed also, not just the guards. It seemed everyone was a part of this war. The breds against Melissa, from what we could gather seemed to be the stronger side, but all the same the other side was strong too.
They were now using the grenades as well as all types of guns. We assumed that the tanks and neuclear weapons were further down in the creator.
Without many guards we expected that no-one else would be sent down here, we were very wrong.
Chapter Seven - Melissa’s World Gone Wrong.
The doors opened suddenly, taking us by surprise. A surprise not comparable to the
next shock we got. Much older looking than I had imagined Melissa stumbled down the
stairs. The breds against he stood up defensively.
“NO,” I said firmly.
“Why should we stay? If it’s that mad out there that she is down here we must be free
to go,” said Alica.
I watched them run for the door, for freedom, they thought.
Melissa looked at me. She was crying. I could see that she was sorry and regretting
everything. All the things she had done to us suddenly seemed
to disappear. Everyone else had disappeared too, and I mean everyone.
Melissa squeezed my hand and headed for the door. She was going to walk out on me too.
I started to cry. But Melissa just shut the door and came back to sit beside me.
“I never expected this,” she sobbed.
“I know,” I said, “remember year eleven Chemistry? When you decided to be a Geneses?”
I smiled at her.
“Yes,” she didn’t lighten up at all, “I regret that more than anything. I was proud of
what I’d done. But I got sick of being proud. I wanted power, and respect. The only
respect I ever really got was from my own people. And I locked them away. I lied to the
breds. I hate them. I wish I’d never made them.”
“Lied?” I questioned.
“I told them how horrid unbreds were, and how bad it is down here. But you’ve been
forced to live here all this time, and, and,” she took a deep breath,” You forgive me don’t
you?”
“I do Melissa,” I said and I knew I meant it. She knew it too.
I gave her a hug. She didn’t let go. So we sat there, huddled in a corner together.
“What now?” she asked.
“Are the neuclear bombs and tanks in the creator?” I asked her.
“Yes, down the bottom,” she replied.
“Well then, we just have to wait,” I said.
“For what?” I looked at her.
“You’re the smart one, you tell me!” I exclaimed.
We laughed, a frightened, weak laugh.
That’s the last thing I remember, before Melissa’s world blew up.
The End!
I wrote this story in year ten (1997). I hope you enjoyed it.
Back
“NO,” I said firmly.
“Why should we stay? If it’s that mad out there that she is down here we must be free to go,” said Alica.
I watched them run for the door, for freedom, they thought.
Melissa looked at me. She was crying. I could see that she was sorry and regretting everything. All the things she had done to us suddenly seemed to disappear. Everyone else had disappeared too, and I mean everyone.
Melissa squeezed my hand and headed for the door. She was going to walk out on me too. I started to cry. But Melissa just shut the door and came back to sit beside me. “I never expected this,” she sobbed.
“I know,” I said, “remember year eleven Chemistry? When you decided to be a Geneses?” I smiled at her.
“Yes,” she didn’t lighten up at all, “I regret that more than anything. I was proud of what I’d done. But I got sick of being proud. I wanted power, and respect. The only respect I ever really got was from my own people. And I locked them away. I lied to the breds. I hate them. I wish I’d never made them.”
“Lied?” I questioned.
“I told them how horrid unbreds were, and how bad it is down here. But you’ve been forced to live here all this time, and, and,” she took a deep breath,” You forgive me don’t you?”
“I do Melissa,” I said and I knew I meant it. She knew it too.
I gave her a hug. She didn’t let go. So we sat there, huddled in a corner together. “What now?” she asked.
“Are the neuclear bombs and tanks in the creator?” I asked her.
“Yes, down the bottom,” she replied.
“Well then, we just have to wait,” I said.
“For what?” I looked at her.
“You’re the smart one, you tell me!” I exclaimed.
We laughed, a frightened, weak laugh.
That’s the last thing I remember, before Melissa’s world blew up.
The End!
I wrote this story in year ten (1997). I hope you enjoyed it.
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