"Oh Look, Another Global Conspiracy..."
The silence in the dimly lit room was suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the server cooling fans and the frantic tapping of Liam's fingers on the keyboard. Sweat trickled down his neck, but he barely noticed. The weight of the discovery they had just made was too heavy, too earth-shattering to fully comprehend. Yet there it was, laid out before him—proof of something far darker than he had ever imagined.
Liam's eyes darted over the encrypted files, feeling the tension coil in his chest. It was like watching a bomb slowly ticking down to detonation. The Mars missions, once hailed as humanity's salvation, were nothing more than a smokescreen. A global conspiracy, orchestrated by the world's wealthiest elites, whose true intentions were not about space exploration or the survival of the human race. They were about power. Control. And rewriting history itself.
"Of Course, The Elite Are Involved—Who Else?"
Liam's hands trembled slightly as he read through a document that seemed almost too absurd to be true. It outlined the formation of a shadow organization, only known by its codename: The Vanguard. The files were decades old, but they referenced the organization's plan to create an entirely new society—one that would exist not on Earth, but on Mars. What began as a race to colonize the Red Planet had morphed into something far more sinister.
"The Vanguard," Liam muttered, almost to himself. "They're not just building ships to get to Mars. They're building a new world order."
Voss, who had been quietly studying the same documents, looked up from her screen. Her expression was unreadable, her eyes wide with disbelief. "They've been planning this for decades… centuries, even. This is about more than escaping a dying planet. This is about creating a new reality—one where only the 1% survives."
The files were littered with encrypted documents, some dating back to the 18th century, others only a few years old. As Liam dug deeper, the connections became undeniable. The Vanguard had embedded itself in the highest levels of power for centuries, subtly guiding the course of history with the singular goal of building a future in which they controlled everything.
"Let's Just Ignore the Rest of Humanity, Shall We?"
Liam scrolled through pages of documents detailing the Vanguard's dealings with world leaders, governments, and corporations. It became clear that the elite had been manipulating the global economy and geopolitical landscape for centuries, all in preparation for this moment. Mars was not just a new frontier—it was the escape hatch, the lifeboat for the world's wealthiest.
"The Mars project isn't just a space mission," Liam said, his voice tense. "It's the final step in a plan that's been unfolding for centuries. The 1% are preparing to leave Earth behind, leaving the rest of us to rot while they establish their own dominion on Mars."
Voss crossed her arms, her brow furrowed. "It's not just about getting to Mars. It's about recreating humanity. These aren't just colonists—they're architects of a new world. And the rest of us… we're just pawns in their game."
The files detailed the Vanguard's involvement in nearly every major event of the last several hundred years. They had been the hidden hand behind the rise and fall of empires, the trigger behind industrial revolutions, and the catalyst for countless geopolitical shifts. Each document painted a picture of a group of individuals who believed they were destined to reshape human civilization. But it wasn't just about Mars—it was about rewriting humanity's very history.
"A Little Time Travel and Boom—You Have Your Own Planet!"
Liam leaned forward, his gaze fixed on a particular file—a historical timeline that began centuries ago. It seemed innocuous at first, just a list of events in human history. But as Liam read, he began to see the connections. Each major event—each turning point—had been subtly influenced by the Vanguard. Wars. Famine. Technological advancements. Everything was a carefully timed step in the plan to reach Mars.
"This is insane," Liam muttered. "They've been shaping human history for centuries, guiding us all toward one goal. Mars."
Voss shook her head, her voice laced with disbelief. "And we've just been along for the ride. They've been engineering everything—the rise of global capitalism, the technological breakthroughs, the wars. All of it. It was all leading to this moment."
But it was more than that. Liam dug deeper into the files and uncovered something far more troubling. There were references to a specific event that had occurred in the early 20th century—the Roswell incident. According to these documents, the crash had not been an accident. It had been orchestrated. The Vanguard had been aware of the alien technology long before the public had learned of it. And now, it seemed, they were using that technology to power their Mars missions.
"Of Course, Aliens Are Involved—When Aren't They?"
Liam's heart skipped a beat as he read further. The Vanguard's ultimate goal wasn't just Mars—it was to create an entirely new species. Using the alien technology they had uncovered, they planned to engineer a new breed of humans—ones that could survive on Mars. They would use genetics and genetic mutations to create the perfect Martian inhabitants. The rest of humanity, however, would be left behind, forgotten and discarded as Earth decayed.
Liam's thoughts raced as he tried to process the magnitude of what he was reading. He looked at Voss, who appeared equally stunned. "So, this is it," Liam said slowly. "They've been waiting for the right moment to make their move. And now, they have it. With Mars, they'll have everything. Control of the planet. Control of human evolution. Control of history itself."
Voss nodded gravely. "And we're standing in the middle of it, Liam. We're the ones who are going to stop them."
"The Vanguard's Next Step: Build a New World. Duh."
As the final piece of the puzzle slid into place, Liam understood the true scope of the Vanguard's plan. Mars wasn't just a new home—it was a laboratory. A place where the wealthiest could escape the ravages of Earth and begin anew. They would terraform the planet, breed a new generation of humans, and create a society where only the elite would thrive. The rest of the human race would be abandoned, left to suffer as Earth's ecosystems collapsed under the strain of climate change, war, and the greed of the very people who had caused it.
But there was more. The Vanguard wasn't just manipulating Earth's present—it had its eyes set on the future. With the alien technology at their disposal, they had figured out how to manipulate time itself. They had the ability to rewrite history, to alter events and shape the future to their liking. Mars wasn't just a place to escape to—it was a tool to rewrite human destiny.
"Guess What? You're Not the Hero—You're Just a Pawn!"
Liam glanced up at Voss, his mind reeling. He could feel the weight of the conspiracy pressing down on him, suffocating him. They weren't just up against a group of rich men with an agenda—they were up against a centuries-old plan, one that had been put in motion long before they were born. And now, they were stuck in the middle of it.
The Vanguard had anticipated every move they would make, and they had the power to silence anyone who stood in their way. Liam and Voss weren't just fighting for the future—they were fighting for the very fabric of human existence. They weren't just uncovering secrets—they were uncovering a war.
And this war had only just begun.
As Liam closed his laptop, a chill ran down his spine. They had uncovered the truth—but it came at a cost. The Vanguard knew they were onto them, and time was running out. He couldn't help but wonder if they were already too late.
Before he could process the weight of their findings, the door behind him creaked open, and Voss's voice broke the silence.
"Someone's here," she whispered, her voice laced with tension.
Liam turned to face her, his pulse quickening. The game had changed. And they were no longer in control.