The invention of Magicode, a revolutionary point in the history of humanity, like all other inventions was as useful as it was harmless. In the year 2500, six distinguished programmers from across the globe, who also dominated the study of numerology and magic, combined the forces of philosophy and science, to create magicode, magic that was developed on top of a scientific framework.
In ancient times, magical energy was drawn out from planets in our solar system, using numbers and the position of the stars. However, the number of these planets was only 6. At the time of the great philosophers, only six planets were known.
As humanity became more advanced, philosophy became left behind unable to catch up with its counterpart, it's cases weak and ineffective. Science became the superpower of the era, yielding more effective results that philosophy failed to do so. Still, although less acknowledged, what was certain was that magic had a certain mystery to it, a power that seemed to be hidden deep beneath the curtains of knowledge.
It was after a certain event triggered humanity to the brink of destruction and a time when chaos reigned across the land, that six able, honest and brave individuals together created magicode. They combined not just just six, but all of the 2700 planets and even galaxies, as a power source, and used not just numerology, but binary code, to map out the basis of magic, so powerful that it surpassed and encompassed all other technology, and thus began the new era, known as the "Binary Mystic Age", one where the limitations of the metaphysical world became irrelevant.
As magicode developed, the field of programming bloomed, creating even powerful machines and simultaneously, even deadlier cybercrimes. Hackers began to use magicode to damage industry, and eventually threatened the integrity of government bodies. To counter this, the government instead of fighting these hackers, began hiring them, and a ranking system was developed, based upon which each individual was rated by their ability to use magicode. It was both, a skill that came naturally, and a skill that manifested to create great geniuses.
The beginners were those who could barely use simple magicode but were capable enough to get used to it. These individuals were able to draw out the power of the six original planets.
The journeymen were those individuals who could comfortably use magicode, sometimes even exceeding in complex magicode. They were adaptable and precise users of the technology. These individuals had the caliber to easily draw out the power of a hundred planets and integrate this energy into their code.
Then came the masters, those who had the potential to create new magicode from old ones, posing a threat to cyber security individuals. These were the people skilled enough to be hardly available for criminal commissioned work on the dark web. Every master who was wanted by the government was known to have mastery over at least 500 planets. The human body was only capable of this much, because more energy than this was proven to shorten the lifespan by consuming the telomeres found within the cells of the human body.
However, there was a class above that, known as the Radioactives. These individuals were sought exclusively by the governments on Earth, Mars and The Moon. All three major governments had dispatched teams whose only job was to seek out such individuals, who had complete mastery of all types of magicode, and could use the power of at least 1000 of the total 2700 planets. These people were either linked to genetically tested secret experiments by the government making their body tough, or those natural geniuses whose nature seemed to have bestowed the capacity to withstand large forces of energy. Still, the average lifespan of radioactives was 40 years. Only 4 radioactives in the entire history of mankind, had lived through the age of 60.
The job of a Radioactive was to keep the people safe from harm, monitor government affairs and most importantly, to keep the other governments from making hostile decisions that threatened the existence of the others. They were people who maintained the power balance between the three major governments, rendering all other tricks and masteries of diplomacy useless. Still, similar to all of human history past which was filled by legends and myths, this occasion too would fail to escape such an occurrence. It was said that there existed two ranks that surpassed even the radioactives. People would often hear conspiracy theories that would in one way or the other, bring light to the nonsensical urban legends, of them, who were beyond the Radioactives.
These classes were the Invisibles, and above that the "Supreme Rosschild".
It was said that beyond the radioactives who oversaw the governmental affairs, were invisibles, who would watch over the radioactives and cause subtle changes in the workings of the world. They were named after the original invisibles, who had created magicode 500 years ago, after which they had mysteriously disappeared. Some people even believed that the invisibles had continued to live, increasing their lifespans using the magicode they had created. And above the invisibles, was the Supreme Rosschild, an entity that worked alongside the devil, to eventually unify all of mankind and collectively destroy and wipe them out of existence.
However, there was no proof that such beings existed, and so the idea became a convenient one for stories and movies.
The thunder roared above the castle, the rain poured down violently against the windowpane, the garden decorated the mansion, grounded deeply within the mountain, on the hundredth floor of the Megacity "Ozymandias", also the largest and most populated megacity on Earth.
A cat lay on the floor, inside a warm room in the castle, a stream of blood flowing out of its mouth, its body still. In the same room, in the dark shadows where the fire of the hearth could not reach, stood a figure, in a black velvet suit, a menacing aura radiating out from him.
"Ah Cerebus. You too failed me, like the rest of this rotten world. Now, I will put them in place too, like I put you in your rightful place, for I am harsh upon them, who are below the Invisibles."
Then, with a kick that sent the lifeless cat straight into the burning flames, the man waves his hand in the air, making a large red magic circle appear, slowly rotating.
"Portal Technique: TrES-2b, I summon the path that leads me to the Roadioactive Frontier Headquarters, Earth."
A cool breeze blew across the grassy field, pushing against the soft grass and occasionally the wild weeds too, forming ripples that were the only visual proof of the soft gentle wind. A little boy cheerfully ran across the field, chasing after a pink butterfly across the plain, laughing by himself every time the butterfly narrowly escaped his grasp. It could also be presumed that he was letting the butterfly escape, for the sake of continuing his game.
The boy's legs got entangled with his long black robes, decorated with an outline of golden silk and the logo of the school sewed on both sides of his sleeves. A nice weather like this was the norm on floor number 99 of Ozymandias. Floor number 99 was known for its weather, and for the noble elite of Earth who preferred living there, for no particularly known reason except of culture. For centuries, the nobles had kept this floor exclusive to themselves, although they were not lacking in owning property on other floors. This topic had at multiple occasions had become a tool of the politicians, to garner sympathy and support of the populace. Yet the politicians known most as the representatives of this subject ironically owned the most property on floor number 99. It was less to say they enjoyed lives of luxury, one that many from their supporting masses would fail to ever imagine. Such had been the state of human politics and the unfair distribution of power, since the ancient era's and nothing changed in this regard.
The elite enjoyed many things in this heaven they had so firmly grasped. The 50 mile circumference of this entire floor was lined up with multiple layers of cedar trees, their fragrance pushing away the pollution rising from the floors beneath. This was followed by some pine, spruce and fir. Once this wall of trees was crossed, the floor was distributed in 4 geometrically precise divisions. All the divisions consisted of hundreds of rocks erected firmly and upright, disappearing amongst the clouds with each division having higher rocks than the one that came before it, and this created a beautiful spiral like view when looked at right upon entering this floor. Furthermore, all of these rocks on their highest point, several hundred meters above this wall of trees, were interconnected with bridges made of the finest and hardest grade of wood, and secured on their ends by reinforced steel. The top of each elevated pillar of rock housed a giant castle-like structure, many of which housed distinguished families of radioactives. This region was called Montem Aetherium. The name was coined after the high castles rising well above the sky. Each top was also decorated with gardens that surrounded the castles of each radioactive. On the very bottom of this floor, rivers flowed and ponds which were filled with life, maintained the ecosystem, making the place nothing short of heaven. All the rocky surfaces of this floor were covered either in vine or moss, and nothing seemed to stick out to the eye in an unpleasant manner.
On the highest elevated pillar of rock, stood the biggest castle in size. The air around this castle was, although fresh, heavier compared to the other parts of floor 99, because of the high energy density that had accumulated here gradually. This majestic castle, reinforced on all sides, was the Radioactive Frontier Headquarters, Earth. Here, the elite would send their children to study, so the eastern and southern part were reserved for governmental affairs, while the western and northern part of the castle was named TAPIAM(Technological and Philosophical Institute for Advancement of Magicode).
The child chasing the butterfly once again found himself entangled in his robes, and fell, only this time he hit a rock and bruised his elbows. Instead of laughing, he winced in pain, biting his lips but managing to hold in his tears. As he examined the wound with big round eyes, a mosaic of cuteness and innocence, to his horror a drop of blood rolled down his bruise and slowly thickened, stopping midway between his thin fragile arms.
The sun that shone above him seemed to have lost its light, as his body was cast into a shadow. He looked above him, and saw a man, with black hair and green yes, as if staring deep into his soul. The man motioned his arms forward, offering help to the boy. In the brief distance, the bells of TAPIAM rolled definitely, marking the beginning of the classes.
The child held the man's arms, thanking the gods for sending down a savior to help him out of this uncalculated peril.
"Here, I caught this for you."
The man in his heavy voice opened his palms, revealing a butterfly sitting peacefully in his palms. The boy smiled, but he had already lost interest in the butterfly. For him, a horrible future awaited it seemed, because his teacher wouldn't let him enter the classroom since he was going to be late again.
"Are you perhaps getting late for school, young man?"
The man asked, his long black hair breaking apart the sunlight into a spectrum of colours. The boy tightened his grip around the man's shoulders, now in his arms. Then the boy nodded. For some reason, he knew this man was capable of putting him out of his trouble.
"Do not worry, young man. You will not have to move a muscle, for you are bruised. I will bring your school towards you."
For the little boy, this did not matter. He neither understood clearly what had been said, nor was he interested in the method. The outcome that saved him from scolding was the most attractive feature of the current events. Still, he was surprised how he had barely blinked his eyes and there, he stood right outside his classroom. Just as the last of the bells tolled, the boy was gently pushed into the classroom, mere seconds away from disposal.
The man then silently walked outside the western grounds, releasing his tightly clenched fists, and a quashed butterfly began falling towards the ground. However, before even touching the ground, it had already burnt into a crisp, and dispersed into the air.
"As for your father, I am afraid, the bells have tolled already."