ON THE MOON,
Max strode through the labyrinthine corridors of the lunar facility, the faint hum of the machinery echoing in the otherwise silent tunnels. The base, buried deep beneath the Moon's surface, was a marvel of engineering, a testament to the capabilities of the Syndicates and their enigmatic leader, THE MAN. Hidden from Earth's prying eyes, it was a fortress of secrecy and power, dedicated to the surveillance and control of humanity a species that had shown an alarming capacity for both brilliance and destruction.
The Moon base had been established long before the first human set foot on the lunar surface. Even before the Sapollo 1.1 mission in 1966, the Syndicates had recognized the need to monitor Earth closely. Max, now one of the facility's superiors, had heard the stories from his predecessors about how Aldwin, one of the astronauts, had noticed strange footprints on the Moon's surface. Footprints that should not have been there, footprints that could not have been explained away as the relics of a forgotten mission. When Aldwin reported his findings to NASA, it sent the organization into a frenzy, leading to a series of heightened surveillance missions. But the Syndicates, with their advanced technology, had managed to remain undetected, dodging every wave detection system Earth could muster.
The facility was manned by a peculiar workforce. The AS 100's squad, genetically engineered eunuchs, were devoid of personal desire, identity, or any sense of self beyond their programmed duties. Created in the labs of the Syndicates or abducted from Earth and transformed, they were the perfect workers, tireless, efficient, and loyal. Max, unlike them, was an Earthling by birth. His presence here was the result of a contract with the Syndicates, a pact that granted him longevity, power, and a role of leadership in exchange for his unwavering loyalty. But this deal had its price: isolation, the burden of secrecy, and the constant knowledge that he was now a cog in a machine far greater than himself.
Max made his way to the command center, where rows of screens flickered with data from across the solar system. The room was vast, its walls lined with monitors displaying real-time information—gamma rays, photon particles, cosmic radiation, they could not detect dark energy since that technology can not be excessed by Human's current intellect ,all being meticulously analyzed by the AS 100 units. The data streams flowed like rivers of light, their constant flickering a silent reminder of the vastness of the universe and the Syndicates' reach within it.
The Moon base was just one of many scattered across the universe. Each galaxy under the Syndicates' control contained at least ten divisions, with each division hosting up to five facilities like this one. The Moon had been chosen as a base not just for its proximity to Earth, but because of Earth's peculiar significance. Humanity's rapid technological advancement after World War II had been a wake-up call for the cosmic beings. In a few short years, humans had conquered the skies and reached space a feat that, while impressive, also made them a potential threat. The base had been established as both a monitoring station and a failsafe, a way to keep humanity's ambitions in check.
Max remembered the legends of THE MAN, One of the three supreme beings who ruled over the universe with an omnipotent hand. It was said that THE MAN had visited Earth multiple times, drawn by humanity's resilience and capacity for innovation. Unlike other planets, where life evolved slowly and predictably, Earth had produced a species capable of great good and equally great evil. It was this duality that fascinated THE MAN, leading him to choose the Moon as a base for his Syndicates a place from which to observe and, if necessary, intervene.
The Syndicates themselves the creation of Triquetra, there are different syndicates created by THE MAN , the one who encountered with Ozwel previously, and there are other two members of triquetra who have other operations to deal with and but The Man is preserver of this universe, he does not destroys or create but keeps everything in check, if needed he destroys as well.
As Max observed the data streams, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. The Authority of the Syndicates was absolute, yet even they could not predict every move humanity might make. Earth was a wild card, its people unpredictable and driven by an insatiable curiosity and indomitable spirit that kept them improving, that sometimes led them to greatness, and other times to the brink of annihilation. The Syndicates had the means to manipulate events on Earth, to nudge humanity in one direction or another, but direct intervention was always a last resort.
At the Time when humans first set foot on the moon, it was sudden and it had to be kept in check, the fall of soviet was the only way to stop their rapid space exploration growth.
The Syndicates preferred to work in the shadows, to remain unseen and unknown, their influence felt but never traced back to its source.
The aftermath of World War II had been the tipping point. The devastation wrought by that conflict had shown the Syndicates the potential danger that humanity posed ,not just to themselves, but to the entire universe. Their rapid advancement in technology, especially in fields like biotechnology, artificial intelligence, and space exploration, was a cause for concern. If left unchecked, humanity could become a force of destruction on a cosmic scale. The base on the Moon, and others like it, were established to ensure that this would never happen.
Max's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden spike in one of the data streams. He leaned in closer, his sharp eyes scanning the information displayed on the monitor. A fluctuation in cosmic radiation, an anomaly that hadn't been there moments before. He frowned, his mind racing as he processed the data. This could be nothing, a minor glitch, or it could be something far more significant. The humans on Earth were on the verge of several technological breakthroughs. Max knew that one misstep, one discovery that they were not yet ready to handle, could spell disaster.
He turned to the lead AS 100 unit, a humanoid figure standing motionless beside him, its expressionless face illuminated by the glow of the monitors. "Keep a close watch on the Earth signals," Max ordered, his voice steady but carrying an underlying tension. "Report any anomalies immediately."
The AS 100 unit nodded silently and returned to its duties, its fingers dancing across the control panel with mechanical precision. Max watched it for a moment, then turned his attention back to the data streams. The unease in his gut was growing, a knot of anxiety that he couldn't shake. He had seen this before—a calm before the storm. The humans on Earth were pushing the boundaries of their knowledge, reaching further and further into the unknown. They were on the brink of discoveries that could change everything, and not all of those changes would be for the better.
The Authority of the Syndicates was there to ensure that the cosmic order was maintained, that the balance was never tipped too far in any direction. But Max knew that even the Syndicates, with all their power and knowledge, could only do so much. Humanity was unpredictable, and that made them dangerous. Max had spent years on the Moon, watching, waiting, and occasionally intervening. But he knew that the true test was yet to come. The humans were on the cusp of something significant, something that could either elevate them to new heights or bring about their downfall.
Max leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he watched the data streams flow across the screens. The fate of Earth, and perhaps the entire solar system, hung in the balance. The Syndicates would do whatever was necessary to maintain the cosmic order, but Max couldn't shake the feeling that the coming days would bring challenges that even they might not be prepared for.
As the hum of the machinery filled the room, Max made a silent vow. Whatever happened, he would be ready. The Syndicates had given him power and purpose, and he would use both to ensure that the delicate balance of the universe was preserved. But deep down, he knew that the humans would surprise them once again. They always did. Just like they did it again.
"Tuckhtuckht Tuckhtuckht"
Max's Transponder Device rang
"Yes, Hm, What? You traced the cause of that dark energy?"
"Okay, What! You Lost The StaFfFF? You are a higher being Damn it! Filled with power , strength and many more."
"Oh it was a.. Consciousness? How can you get defeated by something that does not even exist?"
"Sorry ,Sir , It was something very unusual to hear, I will behave."
"Khutchak"
Max's normally composed demeanor was shaken as he stared at the coordinates displayed on the screen before him. The impossible had happened—a dark energy burst combined with an anti-matter pulse had been detected. In the million years of the Syndicates' existence, nothing like this had ever been recorded. The source was unmistakably Earth, and he knew what had to be done. Without wasting another moment, Max began preparations, his mind already calculating the next steps.
BACK AT NAKUL'S LABORATORY