After the destruction of the Future in 2072, when the Jammers demolished the Feng Shui Gates, the Architects of the Flesh remained stranded, pulled from their very own temporal continuity.
Tomorrow stopped existing for them. There were only remainings… sealed labs, and leaders hidden into the deepest of their last bastion, The Biomass Reprocessing Center.
Hyde, in his duty as the last Director of Biotechnological Integrity, was looking to the main console while the energy pulses were fading and disappearing one after the other.
— There is no possible return…the future no longer answers – he whispered.
Around him, the surviving Head’s and Chief’s of the diverse Divisions – NeuroEngineering, Genetic Chimerization, ChronoBiochemistry…- were showing the same wear in their faces and eyes: fear beyond imagination, hidden by their tech jargon.
– How are we even supposed to continue our research if there isn’t a stable time line?– one of them snarled.
— We are alone, isolated… – replied another-. Doomed.