Post by nebulaflare on May 4, 2014 16:21:23 GMT
The video started to play on the screen. A young woman, in her mid twenties, was reflected against a framed glass screen – likely a mirror. Her dark red hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. She wore a simple tanktop, cargo pants, and combat boots. A shoulder holster was fastened around her shoulders, with a gun tucked to her side. She stared back out, her green eyes peering out from a pair of fancy eyeglasses. A long scar ran down the length of her left shoulder, seeing to have scabbed and healed.
“My name is Rose Watson,” She said quietly. “If you are watching this, it means I am likely dead. I went by many names. Roxi Wallace, Angel McCoy, Terra Smith, Vivian Gale, Ruth Bishop, and Celestia Hills. But I assume the name that will strike you the most, is Rosie Thorns.
“Upon my death, I have instructed this video to be broadcasted. It is to reach all corners of the universe, and be heard by as many people as possible. Start recording now, before a plug is pulled and the video is ended. It will be broadcasted over and over again, so if you miss it, you should see it again.”
“I am the living proof of NanoTrasen’s cruelty. A high classed military research project, Project Red Roots, is being conducted. It is to research Loyalty implants, and the effects on a person’s mind. I was the first test subject of Red Roots. It destroyed me, shackled me, and drove me to insanity. When the project was deemed to fail, I was ordered to be executed, and wiped off as a simple loss on assets. It is by the kindness of others that I was hidden away, until I could recover from this treachery.”
At this point, Rose tilts her head back, closing her eyes. She speaks briefly, “I survived.”
Rose turns to face the screen again, eyes more stern than before. “Project Red Roots was not ended with my death. They have enlisted another test subject as their point of focus – my brother, Hawk Silverstone. He will become another victim of the project. He will be tortured, emotionally and physically, until his mind cracks like mine did. He was bred to serve NanoTrasen – a cadet of the Delta Forces.”
“I have remained hidden for months. My death will ensure the end of this project – if not by my hand, then by others. IF there is still a trace of kindheartedness left, a will of resistance, a desire to fight, then I know there will be assistance to this cause. This is my vision of hope. No person deserves enslavement, no soul deserves pain. No one should be loyalty chipped. Enforced loyalty is not true loyalty. Loyalty is meant to come from the heart, to be true and honest, just and sincere. For a mega-corporation to manufacture loyalty and shove these chips into the skulls of its well-respected members, is a crime.”
“I preferred to gather intel quietly and effectively, attempted to peacefully shut this down from inside. But my hand has been forced – as this message is playing. I have grown desperate, and my desperation forces me to take drastic measures. Upon my death /all/ files that I have lifted off of project Red Roots are now exposed, posted on the internet, for all eyes to see. Names of researchers and their victims, visible and open to the public. It will spread like wildfire. I have allowed myself to turn into a pinnacle, a turning point, and my death will be the catalyst to shift the path of events. I will not allow these actions to go unpunished.”
“I ask for those that knew him, guard and protect my brother. He is a victim, not a culprit. He has been brainwashed beyond resolve.” Rose’s eyes soften, almost saddened. “I wish I could have done more for him, as his older sister. Hawk Silverstone, I am – sorry. For everything. I wish I could give you the best of life, my little brother. You did not deserve this fate. I wish I could let you see and understand what I have been through, but I know you will forever reject me. It breaks my heart, knowing you will hold steadfast in the lies you have been fed.”
Rose lifted her head again. “There is more. I suffer from dissociative identity disorder – a scar inflicted on me by project Red Roots. Her name is Thorns. Rose and Thorns – we are each unique in our own way.”
Rose tilts her head, slightly; a glimmer of malice briefly glinting in her eyes. “And what Rose does not have the capacity or will to do, where she is not insensitive to accomplish our goals, I take over. And I have something to say…this death, is but a setback. Human will shall conquer. IT is not money that fuels NanoTrasen – it’s the ego. It always has been, always will be. But this ego will be its own downfall.”
The video shifts slightly, as if recording was paused and restarted. Rose stands there again, but she seems more relaxed, more casual. Her demeanor and stance suggests she is a completely different person. “The threat of NanoTrasen must be met with force, but we alone cannot face them. I, Thorns, am the product of Red Roots. I am birthed from Rose’s pain. I exist as the enigma that flourished from a failed experiment. I have been seeded in by the crimes of humanity, nurtured from a life of conflict, and bloom again to take up arms.” Her eyes flick up to the screen, gazing out quietly. “Along with project Red Roots, Rose and I have lifted off data on cloning. A copy of my genetic DNA has been forwarded to NanoTrasen, and the Syndicate. Rose may be killed, but I – will live again. I will take up the task Rose started, to end Red Roots. Blood has been spilt, and blood will run. I will endure the pain inflicted on me by a legion, and see through our goals until the task is complete. I have protected Rose from harm, and guarded her from deceit. She will remain safe, as long as I live. And even if killed, I cannot die.”
Thorns unholstered her gun, pointing it at the screen. “If things do not change, I am better off dead – there was no hope left to begin with. I implore you all, do not let it come to that. I have lived, and I loved it. I have embraced my fate, and my decisions. I am free – and freedom is sweet. Lead others to freedom. Guide them and protect them. Gears have been set in motion – I only wish I was there to watch.”
“Those who fear the wrath of the Thorns, should never crave the sweetness of the Rose.” She pulled the trigger, and a crack of gunfire shattered the reflection into multiple pieces. Images of the young redhead – some of Rose, others of Thorns – stared back in silence, daring the universe to stand in her way. She lowered her gun, still smoking. “Our hands were forced. Let fate decide what happens next,” she spoke. “Let the winds of change blow forth, and let others decide where it shall lead. I leave a message, a warning – use this knowledge wisely. Lead our unified races into a golden age, not the accursed path it spirals in now. This is the product of greed and cruelty – the sins of an empire. I rally those who hear my plea. Do not let my sacrifice be in vain. Do not let me die forgotten and lost. Do not let me become a symbol of remorse, or regret. Let me inspire. My words, my actions, my pain and my joys, my life and my meaning – let it spur you to victory.”
“My name is Rose Watson,” She said quietly. “If you are watching this, it means I am likely dead. I went by many names. Roxi Wallace, Angel McCoy, Terra Smith, Vivian Gale, Ruth Bishop, and Celestia Hills. But I assume the name that will strike you the most, is Rosie Thorns.
“Upon my death, I have instructed this video to be broadcasted. It is to reach all corners of the universe, and be heard by as many people as possible. Start recording now, before a plug is pulled and the video is ended. It will be broadcasted over and over again, so if you miss it, you should see it again.”
“I am the living proof of NanoTrasen’s cruelty. A high classed military research project, Project Red Roots, is being conducted. It is to research Loyalty implants, and the effects on a person’s mind. I was the first test subject of Red Roots. It destroyed me, shackled me, and drove me to insanity. When the project was deemed to fail, I was ordered to be executed, and wiped off as a simple loss on assets. It is by the kindness of others that I was hidden away, until I could recover from this treachery.”
At this point, Rose tilts her head back, closing her eyes. She speaks briefly, “I survived.”
Rose turns to face the screen again, eyes more stern than before. “Project Red Roots was not ended with my death. They have enlisted another test subject as their point of focus – my brother, Hawk Silverstone. He will become another victim of the project. He will be tortured, emotionally and physically, until his mind cracks like mine did. He was bred to serve NanoTrasen – a cadet of the Delta Forces.”
“I have remained hidden for months. My death will ensure the end of this project – if not by my hand, then by others. IF there is still a trace of kindheartedness left, a will of resistance, a desire to fight, then I know there will be assistance to this cause. This is my vision of hope. No person deserves enslavement, no soul deserves pain. No one should be loyalty chipped. Enforced loyalty is not true loyalty. Loyalty is meant to come from the heart, to be true and honest, just and sincere. For a mega-corporation to manufacture loyalty and shove these chips into the skulls of its well-respected members, is a crime.”
“I preferred to gather intel quietly and effectively, attempted to peacefully shut this down from inside. But my hand has been forced – as this message is playing. I have grown desperate, and my desperation forces me to take drastic measures. Upon my death /all/ files that I have lifted off of project Red Roots are now exposed, posted on the internet, for all eyes to see. Names of researchers and their victims, visible and open to the public. It will spread like wildfire. I have allowed myself to turn into a pinnacle, a turning point, and my death will be the catalyst to shift the path of events. I will not allow these actions to go unpunished.”
“I ask for those that knew him, guard and protect my brother. He is a victim, not a culprit. He has been brainwashed beyond resolve.” Rose’s eyes soften, almost saddened. “I wish I could have done more for him, as his older sister. Hawk Silverstone, I am – sorry. For everything. I wish I could give you the best of life, my little brother. You did not deserve this fate. I wish I could let you see and understand what I have been through, but I know you will forever reject me. It breaks my heart, knowing you will hold steadfast in the lies you have been fed.”
Rose lifted her head again. “There is more. I suffer from dissociative identity disorder – a scar inflicted on me by project Red Roots. Her name is Thorns. Rose and Thorns – we are each unique in our own way.”
Rose tilts her head, slightly; a glimmer of malice briefly glinting in her eyes. “And what Rose does not have the capacity or will to do, where she is not insensitive to accomplish our goals, I take over. And I have something to say…this death, is but a setback. Human will shall conquer. IT is not money that fuels NanoTrasen – it’s the ego. It always has been, always will be. But this ego will be its own downfall.”
The video shifts slightly, as if recording was paused and restarted. Rose stands there again, but she seems more relaxed, more casual. Her demeanor and stance suggests she is a completely different person. “The threat of NanoTrasen must be met with force, but we alone cannot face them. I, Thorns, am the product of Red Roots. I am birthed from Rose’s pain. I exist as the enigma that flourished from a failed experiment. I have been seeded in by the crimes of humanity, nurtured from a life of conflict, and bloom again to take up arms.” Her eyes flick up to the screen, gazing out quietly. “Along with project Red Roots, Rose and I have lifted off data on cloning. A copy of my genetic DNA has been forwarded to NanoTrasen, and the Syndicate. Rose may be killed, but I – will live again. I will take up the task Rose started, to end Red Roots. Blood has been spilt, and blood will run. I will endure the pain inflicted on me by a legion, and see through our goals until the task is complete. I have protected Rose from harm, and guarded her from deceit. She will remain safe, as long as I live. And even if killed, I cannot die.”
Thorns unholstered her gun, pointing it at the screen. “If things do not change, I am better off dead – there was no hope left to begin with. I implore you all, do not let it come to that. I have lived, and I loved it. I have embraced my fate, and my decisions. I am free – and freedom is sweet. Lead others to freedom. Guide them and protect them. Gears have been set in motion – I only wish I was there to watch.”
“Those who fear the wrath of the Thorns, should never crave the sweetness of the Rose.” She pulled the trigger, and a crack of gunfire shattered the reflection into multiple pieces. Images of the young redhead – some of Rose, others of Thorns – stared back in silence, daring the universe to stand in her way. She lowered her gun, still smoking. “Our hands were forced. Let fate decide what happens next,” she spoke. “Let the winds of change blow forth, and let others decide where it shall lead. I leave a message, a warning – use this knowledge wisely. Lead our unified races into a golden age, not the accursed path it spirals in now. This is the product of greed and cruelty – the sins of an empire. I rally those who hear my plea. Do not let my sacrifice be in vain. Do not let me die forgotten and lost. Do not let me become a symbol of remorse, or regret. Let me inspire. My words, my actions, my pain and my joys, my life and my meaning – let it spur you to victory.”