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The last human in existence spends eternity on a space station full of various aliens. |
| [Introduction]
We've all had one of those days, right? Where we get so fed up with all the troubles of the world and everybody around us, that we wish we could just go somewhere far away from everybody else, preferably somewhere not on this planet, and live our life in peace? Or is that just me? Regardless, this story follows the very last member of the human race, who has spent the last two hundred years aboard a mysterious space station known as Eden-0, alongside countless other species of strange and otherworldly beings. Every resident on board Eden-0 has everything they could ever need or want provided for them, and everything seems to be just peachy. But like the old saying goes, appearances can be deceiving. To anybody participating, feel free to create your own character if you wish. But please don't use alien species from movies or comics or what have you. Try to be original. Other than that, let's all have fun and see where this goes! |
| Ever wish that everybody else would just go away, and you were the only one left? I know I did. I was just sick of the inherent greed, violence, and stupidity of the human race, and used to fantasize that I was the only one on the planet, with nobody else to piss me off or treat me like crap, as pretty much everybody I had ever known had done. My name is Jordan, technical age 25. You're probably thinking, "You're awfully young to be such a misanthrope, aren't you?" Maybe you're right, but if you had led my life, you'd understand. I never knew my parents, having been given up at birth. I suppose that was the start of it for me. If my own parents didn't want me, how could anybody else? I stayed in an orphanage until I came of age, got stuck with a poor excuse for a job, and stuck living in a hovel of a broom closet that passes for an apartment. One night, I awoke to find myself in a room that was absolutely not the one I fell asleep in. Firstly, everything was white as porcelain and seemed to be made from some sort of plastic-like material. The bed I lay on was infinitely more comfortable than my own, and before I could process what was going on, a voice like an angel spoke, comforting and sweet. "Welcome. Do you have any questions I may answer?" Needless to say, I was confused as to just what the hell was going on. "Where am I? Who are you?" "You are on board the Eden-0 space station as our newest guest. I am Athena, your host and companion Artificial Intelligence. If there is anything you desire, all you need to do is ask." "Is this a dream?" "No. I assure you, this is quite real. For eons, I have traveled the universe, gathering beings from dead and dying worlds so that their species would not disappear from existence. You are the latest to join that group." "You mean, Earth was dying?" "Not quite, but it will be soon enough." Honestly, that bit of news didn't really surprise me. "So, there are other races from other worlds on this station?" "Precisely. Each of them is the last of their kind, and all of them live on board me in luxury and comfort. You may do almost anything you wish. There are, however, only two rules. Keep the peace, which means no violence towards any of the other guests, and stay away from the central core. You may freely access anywhere else on the station whenever you wish." That was two hundred years ago. A sort of energy field throughout the ship stops its denizens from aging. In that time, I've actually made a great number of friends for the first time in my life with the other guests. Figures, the only friends I could make aren't even my species. I figure Earth is long gone by now, and I'm the only human in existence at this point. But to be honest, that doesn't really bother me. I have everything I could ever want right here. What's so wrong about that? I make my way to the dining hall and take a seat at an empty table. There's a small chrome plate in front of me. All I have to do is say whatever food I want, and it will materialize. "A medium rare steak, mashed potatoes, and peas." Instantly, the food I requested appears. As I enjoy my meal, one of my friends approaches and sits beside me. Her given name is unpronounceable for humans, so I just call her Elise. She was a princess on her planet, but constant war and political corruption had driven it to the brink of ruin. She has light grey skin, two fingers, and a thumb on each hand, and three large eyes in the center of her forehead with slitted pupils and red sclera. "Hey, Elsie. What's up?" |
| "Getting bored," the alien princess said. "The place needs some excitement. I need something different." "Like what?" I asked. "Something with some sort stake, a wager, as it were," said Elsie. "Go on," I said. "I could do with a bit of excitement myself." "A game of chess," said Elsie. "I've studied it for a while, and I'd like to play at least one game, maybe two, or three." "What's the wager?" I asked. "If I win, say, two out of three games, you will be my personal servant for a week, waiting on me hand and foot," said Elsie. "Also, I get to dominate you, especially in bed, as it'd been a while since I've had sex." "What if I win?" I asked. The alien princess grinned. "Then the roles would be the other way around - I'll be your servant, waiting on you hand and foot, and being dominated by you, especially in bed." "Hmm, an interesting idea," I said. "So, are you up to that, or do you want to do something else instead?" Elsie asked. "In any case, I just want to do something that would alleviate the boredom for at least a little while." |
| (I don't know if Jordan is a boy or girl. Johnny Foxx will have to let me know some time.) How was I supposed to explain to Elsie that my chess skills were a little rusty? I had no choice but to accept her offer. Afterward, I had to rest my head. I leaned on something hairy. No, it was furry. That was the fur of my best friend and roommate, Gutt. He's the last known Wolfangian. They're wolf-like aliens from the Wolfang Galaxy. They walk on two legs, talk, and wear clothes like people. However, Gutt's top doesn't fit him well. They just don't make any in his size. Gutt's a real glutton, and it shows in his chubby appearance. He likes to think with his stomach, no doubt. "I heard about Elsie challenging you to checkers," he told me after he ordered a large bowl of spaghetti. For him, bigger is better. One time, I made a bet he couldn't eat a whole cake in one sitting, but he did. "I guess I need to brush up on chess," I said. "No worries, little buddy," he said, giving me a hug. "Old Gutt's going to give you some lessons on chess." "Thanks, Gutt," I said, returning the hug. "You're a real pal." |
Gulp DragonDawn was the last of the Cosmic Dragons and the first to start living on Eden-0. The Cosmics were powerful astral plane beings that took mortal form settling down on the planet Tallon 4 a millennia ago. However, after several thousand years, a cult known only as the Slayers hunted down and killed all but him. Gulp was golden in color and only slightly larger than the average human at 7 feet tall. He was both a reflective sort that was suspicious of the spaceship. The other inhabitants liked him very much and it wasn't long before he was the unofficial uncle of all those on board. It wasn't unusual to find him sipping hot Earl Grey tea in his study that he converted from an abandoned storage cabin, writing down his astrological observations from the observation deck in one of his many journals, or tinkering with gadgets he created from odds and ends.  It was just past supper time when the dragon rushed into the space lounge. He had a plethora of papers with all manner of calculations on them. Hurriedly he swept everything off a large coffee table and began to organize his work on the furniture's surface all the while murmuring to himself. "Whoa!" Gutt said, take it easy Uncle Gulp, have something to drink! Taking a few deep breaths and a sip of tea, Gulp finally calmed down enough to explain his excitement. "I spent an extra month rechecking my figures, but I have discovered some things about this ship that just don't make any sense." The crowd in the lounge grew quiet, they knew when Uncle Gulp got this excited that it was worth listening to what he said. The gold dragon continued, "You know how we are to believe that this ship, this Eden-0 exists solely for the purpose of saving the last of sentient species? Well, if that were the case, you'd expect the ship to continuously alter course to arrive at their planet before it was too late or maybe it was programmed to make a search pattern throughout the cosmos. In either case, the ship would not have a definitive destination, yet my calculations show that for the past several thousand years Eden-0 has been on a linear course with almost no deviation in it's path of any kind! This means we are going somewhere despite the fact that the ship's computer has been telling us that we are supposed to stay on this craft for the rest of eternity!" "Also of concern is this mysterious Core". We are told not to enter it, yet I have explored the entire ship and I have never seen any traditional access to such a place. Furthermore, what is the function of the Core? It's not a reactor as the ship get's all it's energy from the surrounding energy field. Likewise, the engines are external, bound to the hull as can be seen on the observation deck. That just leaves navigation which is handled by the computer, but it is integrated throughout the ship, not set in one central location." "Because of these things, I have reason to believe that we have access to only a small portion of the entire ship. It would certainly explain why we have no way of exiting through the hull, no hanger bays, no airlocks, not even maintenance hatches leading outside. Whoever wants to help me unravel this mystery meet me in Corridor 7B. I have determined that a vast unexplored section of the ship is on the other side of that bulkhead." |
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