Going Chimeric
“Thousands of years ago, the Earth fell to the Lyr Monarchy, an alien civilization far more advanced than ours.
Throughout the generations, human labor became commonplace. Due to this, humans became very physically fit in return, shortening their average lifespan.
My dear, a human can only live 30 years.
When you turn 5, your body will be as strong as it ever will become. You may grow physically bigger, but you will not grow stronger. You will be as smart as the average adult, but you will never learn more.
The only way to break this cycle is to evolve, or in other words, go Chimeric.
Few get a choice, my dear. If you ever do, hold the fuck on and don’t let it go,”
My mother always said that to me. She’d rub her worn hands through my hair, giving me what warmth she could with what little she had. She told me stories of lands far away, of seas both gold and blue.
Even if the words that graced her lips were most often crude, uneducated even, she was the light of my life for the little time I had her.
By the time I reached her hip, she could no longer support herself. Then the foremen took her away. I never saw her after that. I heard from the rumors that she was put in the mass grave. Life never felt as unfair as that day.
That is until today.
Nameless.
Basically, a slave class to the Numbered, but even then, the Numbered still bow to the Named.
They say the Named can evolve. They say the Named protect us from supreme existences, and in exchange, we give our “labor”.
That’s all we are, nameless.
But if I ever get that chance to choose, I will never let it go.
