A young man named Jason Hiro is depressed and feels as if his life is aimless, thus he volunteers to enter a cryogenics program so his body will at least be useful for science. He wakes up 100,000 years in the future, only to discover that humanity has gone nearly extinct, the humans who remain are all slaves, and the slave masters are the Demons. Humans are nothing more than chattel for their new overlords.
Demons now rule the galaxy, but Jason discovers he has a unique power called Wordsmithing, a magic which descends from the legends of King Arthur and Solomon, one that can rewrite the fabric of reality based on his imagination and cast by speaking a single Word of Power. Will Jason be able to uplift and save humanity? Or will the forces of evil prove too powerful to overcome?
"Hell yeah, I wanna go exploring." Jason says to Calanthra with a smile. "How do we navigate around Ripspace though? Traveling to other galaxies is going to take billions of years, right? Surely, there’s a shortcut." "Ripspace is not as it seems." Calanthra explains, gesturing grandly to the epic sight before them. "It is a…
"Convergent Evolution." Jason repeats. He pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts. "The tendency for species to evolve toward certain similar characteristics over time, ones which are often evolutionarily superior or grant significant advantages. For example, having an even-number of legs to walk on, such as two or four or six." The Wordsmith materializes…
"Fifty million years?" Jason asks, as he looks at Lady Calanthra in shock. "That feels a little over the top!" The Fairy Matriarch smiles at the young Wordsmith with kind eyes. "It is not as exaggerated as you believe, Jason. The Angels were formed from the dust of the Cosmos. They are many billions of…
On the world of Volgarius, inside the Founder’s Thumb. Unarin calmly walks into the main command center of the upper floors. He pauses for a second, looking at the dedicated team of Technopaths and Changelings who keep his mighty empire running, with all of them either directly linked to massive central networks that collect and…
An hour after the conclusion of the Great Debate, Jason and Phoebe sneak back to their room to finally enjoy some private time together. For Phoebe, a little over three weeks have passed since her husband went to Chrona. But for Jason, he has not seen his beautiful wife in a substantially longer period of…
Following the end of the two opening and closing arguments, the Great Debate enters a new format. No longer do Phoebe and Neil speak unopposed, but instead they both stand at their respective podiums on the left and right, with Yamir positioned between them. The Minotaur holds up a microphone and speaks. "People of humanity,…
When Phoebe steps up to the podium, her heart wavers for a moment. Neil’s twisting of reality, and his manipulation of the masses has truly gone far beyond what she could accomplish. In her eyes, only one word describes the man seated behind her. Shameless! It doesn’t take her much effort to deduce that Neil…
Phoebe Hiro takes a few seconds to compose herself, and to allow the crowd to fall silent before she finally begins to speak. "Everyone, thank you for coming here today, and for tuning in on countless screens and audio-casts across all of Tarus II and other portions of human-controlled space. I’d like to also offer…
On the southern side of the Fortress of Retribution, well off the plateau of the upper city, a massive stadium stands erected; none other than the same stadium where Beelzebub’s Inquisition was held, along with the other traitors to humanity. But today, that stadium has been reworked to fit its new purpose as a venue…
Five more days pass in realspace. During this time, a growing sense of anticipation fills the air. Posters spring up all around Tarus II’s sole major city, the Fortress of Retribution. These posters show the faces of Neil Adams and Phoebe Hiro, and speak of a Genesis Point, a coming debate that will change the…
