Why did dad send me here? He knew that Asuro was a corrupt company with a tendency for false advertising. Relaxing, exotic military colony my-ass. It’s more like planet of the damned. There’s not too much I can do about it now, though. Here I am on Pluto. I think it’s 2155, but after working in the mines for years I’ve pretty much stopped keeping track. All the miners work for at least 14 hours day, sweating in our enviro-suits and tediously working in the drillers, constantly searching for an iota of any sort of valuable metal. We have only 15 minutes to eat a meager, company-provided meal of trash. Everyday, the only color I see is blue. The entire planet gives off an iridescent indigo glow. I don’t even know if I can still see any other colors. To make things worse, a plague has been spreading through the mines, killing thousands of miners. No one knows the cause or the cure for the plague, but when people start to suddenly collapse and spasm around the mines, everyone becomes cautious. Cautious of something they cannot even identify. Asuro has hired mercenary guards to control the miners and keep us on task. They all treat us like shit. Lately, there have been wanted posters up all over the mines. Someone going by the name Sôl has started a revolution among the miners, calling themselves the Blue Rebellion. Sôl claims that Shyft, CEO of Asuro, is responsible for the plague as some sort of conspiracy. I don’t know about that, but the idea of a revolution seems pretty visionary. The miners outnumber the guards a thousand to one; we have a pretty good chance of overpowering them, even without any firepower. Well, until anything really happens, I’m still stuck here in these hellish mines, waiting for the day I am become free from this life. A life of slavery.
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“Kid! You there! Hey kid!” I came out of my daydream to hear a fellow miner calling me. “Hey kid, shift’s over; time to get some well-needed sleep.” I blankly glared at him, “I have a name, you know.” He raised an eyebrow at me and said, “Fine, kid. What’s your name?” I noticed that he said everything with a strange sound of ease for a forced miner. “OG. My name is OG,” I replied. “OG? Like the letters, eh? Well, good meeting you OG. I’m Jim,” the miner said. We began walking towards the barracks together, carrying on what could be called a conversation. Basically, he talked, and I pretended to listen, catching a few phrases here and there. I thought to myself, do I really look that much like a kid? I mean, I’m eighteen now. Wow. Eighteen. I’ve been on this godforsaken planet for three years. The three longest years of my life. That means it is 2155; I guess I have a pretty good sense of time. Three years ago my father sent me here. He told me that, according to the advertisements, Asuro was offering jobs on Pluto to anyone who would volunteer. They said we would get paid, therefore, dad, being cheap by nature, decided that he’d rather never see me for the rest of his life than have to pay for my needs. The bastard. I hate him and I always will hate him.
“Ow!” I yelped. The speaker inside my helmet blasted into my ear. “ATTENTION! OG ORELIUS! YOUR ROOMMATE HAS DIED FROM THE PLAGUE VIRUS! JAMES KARLSON WILL BE YOUR NEW ONE!”
“What’s the matter kid?” Jim said with a concerned look on his face.
“My damn suit is screaming at me. Argh. By the way, Jim, your last name wouldn’t happen to be Karlson, would it?”
Jim looked stunned, “Yea, it is. How’d you know that?”
“Well, it seems you’re my new roommate.”
“What a coincidence! You better lead the way, then”
We walked along for another few minutes. Again, he talked and my mind wandered off. I thought mainly about how much I truly loathe this place. This planet. This…world.
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Suddenly, something Jim said caught my attention.
“Wait, Jim, what did you say? About S–ôl?”
“Oh, I said that there have been rumors going around lately that Sôl is gonna order all the miners to fight against the guards sometime this week.”
“Interesting. Pretty much all of the miners hate the guards. I think we have a good chance of overtaking them.”
We reached my room where I stopped and heaved a sigh of relief.
“Here we are, Jim.”
I walked through the automatic door and Jim followed. As soon as the door closed shut and I heard the room being pressurized, I took off my helmet, feeling the cool air whisp through my hair. Falling onto my bunk, I fell asleep after only a few seconds. A deep sleep full of recently acquired assurance that I would get off this rock pretty soon.
I woke up to the alarm blaring over the loudspeaker in the room.
“Augh!” I groaned as I slowly got out of bed. I looked over and saw that Jim was also getting out of bed, yet with a little more enthusiasm than I had. We were assigned to the same mine section that day and, once again, he talked and talked while we worked, being frequently reminded by the guards to “Shut up and work.” Besides that, it was just another typical day in the mines, working until your muscles began to do the work themselves without any real conscious control. A typical day…until just a few minutes after our meal.
Everyone continued working when from the speakers inside every miner’s suit came a voice. He did not say his name, but from just the tone he used, everyone knew it was Sôl.
“Miners! Now is the time to fight back! Now is the time to regain your freedom! Fine your way to Gemulon, the headquarters of the Blue Rebellion! Blue Rebellion! Blue…”
The voice of Sôl was suddenly cut-off and replaced with a very mechanical voice. “ALL MINERS ARE REMINDED TO IGNORE ANY PROHIBITED ANNOUNCEMENTS.”
But even with out the voice of Sôl to guide us, the chant continued and, gradually, the miners began to join in. Before I knew what I was doing, the chant began flowing out of my throat, full of a strange sense of pride. The guards attempted to control all the miners and force everyone down with their electric prods, but they were too outnumbered. Jim and I sneaked up behind one of them and knocked him out. I grabbed the unconscious guard’s pistol with its holster and Jim took the prod. We weren’t sure of what to do so we followed everyone else. The miners began splitting off into different groups going in different directions. Jim and I were in a group of about four other people. We began heading along one tunnel that seemed to be going uphill. As we continued our journey, we would encounter a couple guards every now and then. Because they all carried only prods, they were easily beaten and we were soon all armed with shockers. I also had my pistol, but I was saving it in case I really needed it. There could be no telling when I’d find any ammunition.
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Our hike went on for some time when we turned a corner and I suddenly had this strange sense. A gut feeling. An instinct. I pulled Jim back around the corner just as I heard an automated door open only a few yards from where the rest of our group stood. I then watched in horror as each of my former group members was pierced with a storm of bullets. Blood splattered onto the wall behind them and the lifeless bodies slumped to the ground just as the thunder of machine gun fire halted and echoed through the tunnel. After a brief pause, heavy footsteps began moving towards the bodies. I signaled Jim to be silent and replaced my pistol with the shocker in my holster. I grasped the firearm with both hands and pointed it directly at the corner. A heavy-set guard appeared right in front of me and had time only to glance at me before two shiny pistol rounds replaced his eyes. The blowback hit my faceplate with scattered drops of blood. I hesitated before tossing the pistol to Jim and walking to the body, that strange instinct still lingering in my gut. I leaned over to pick up the large machine gun when another door opened up down the hall behind me. Jim looked up and his face filled with sudden fear and shock.
“OG! LOOK OUT!” Jim shouted. I whipped my head to the right and saw a guard out of the corner of my eye. With just the side of my peripheral vision, I could see that he was armed with an assault rifle; it was aimed at me. The instinct returned, but stronger. In a different form. Time began to move more slowly and adrenaline pumped through my veins. I did an aerial and then back-flipped off the wall. I heard bullets whizzing by, barely missing my head. Without fear, only determination, I ran towards the guard, seeing every shot fly towards me and dodging each one. As I neared the guard, I pulled out my shocker. I was right next to him and jammed it at his neck. I didn’t realize the amount of force that I was using, but the prod impaled the neck of my victim, killing him instantly. I just stood there for a while, breathing heavily and examining my prey. Squatting down, I picked up the assault rifle, still held within the hands of the dead body. Jim came jogging towards me holding the machine gun looking somewhat shocked.
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“How the hell did you do that?!?” Jim asked in disbelief.
“I have no idea.” I replied as I checked the ammo-meter on the rifle. “Damn. Only a few shots left in the clip.” I searched the guard and found a couple more magazines. “I have a feeling we’ll be needing these.” I pocketed the magazines and said to Jim, “Toss me the pistol, but keep the machine gun. There’s a lot of ammo left for it but it’s a little big for me. This rifle suits me better.” Jim tossed the pistol and I caught it and twirled it into my holster with a wink. Jim just smirked and chuckled at me.
We continued our advancement through the automated door that was closest to us when I received a message from the speaker in my suit. “Come in. Do you read me? Come in.”
“Yea, I hear you, who is this?” I replied into the communicator.
“This is Sôl. What are your and your companion’s names?”
“I’m OG and this is Jim.”
“OG, I have hacked into the Asuro computer system and modified the system to not identify the tracking systems of you two. They can no longer track your every location. I have also obtained information regarding the current state of my carefully planned rebellion. It seems that you two are the only survivors in your sector to not be captured. You are near the transit system where you can hitch a ride to Gemulon. I have planned for a ship to arrive in approximately two hours, so you better keep moving, or you might not make it. Unfortunately, if you take the most direct route, you must go through the Asuro home base, which is heavily guarded and protected by guards.”
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“That’s all right,” I replied to Sôl, “this shouldn’t be too hard.” Jim and I sneaked our way to the transit system with only minimal contact with guards and hopped onto a ride. Sôl was right, we needed to go through the Asuro base and the only way through is to fight through. The transport stopped at the base where numerous guards were watching for me, getting ready to kill. Well armed, Jim and I easily took out each and every one of the opposition thrown at us. Finding ourselves within the depths of the base, we suddenly encountered a small, old man with numerous different cybernetic implants. Shyft.
“You pathetic fools,” said Shyft, “do you really think you can outwit me?” He began to float and our bullets seemed to hit nothing but some sort of personal shield. Using his enhancements, he rained down bullets on us like there was no end to his supply of ammunition. These were all effects of his implants.
“Jim! He’s got some sort of shield. Get to his other side and distract him, I have a plan.” I was actually not completely sure of what I was going to do to Shyft, but I continued my plan anyway. Jim hit Shyft from one side while I continued my fire from where I stood. Suddenly, the shield began to flicker and weaken until it was no longer existent. One of my rifle rounds hit his foot, causing the malfunction of the hover system. Shyft fell and hit the ground with a horrific crunch. While falling, Shyft frantically fired his weapon, a stray bullet ricocheted off a wall and hit Jim. I ran over to see how he was doing, but it was too late; Jim was dead. I went over to Shyft’s body, still hardly alive.
“Did you cause the plague? What is the antidote?!?”
“Of course caused it. Things with characteristics like the plague can’t be natural. I knew that eventually you miners would revolt. I just thought that using the plague to kill off any potential revolutionary leaders would reduce rebellious activity and prevent me from losing any of my power.” He still had not completely answered my questions.
“The antidote! What is the antidote?!?” I screamed at him, many people need to be vaccinated.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he replied before completely losing his life.
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A message came into my suit. “OG! This is Sôl. If Shyft had an antidote for the plague, then it’s probably somewhere within his computer files. I will try my best to hack in and get as much information as possible from the system. Your last transit to Gemulon is leaving in one minute. Get to the transport area opposite of where you came in. Go! Now!”
I ran through many doors in the direction given to me by Sôl. I encountered no opposition as everyone seemed to have evacuated the base. I reached the transit just as the doors were closing and the tram leaving. I arrived at Gemulon just in time. The evac ship just arrived and was just finishing up its pre-flight checks. I hopped on board, ready to go home. Ready to make dad pay for all the trouble that I’ve been through.