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Regardless, as this war began █ █ █ █ to wane, it slowly moved out of the public's eye, and they █ █ █ █ began to pick up the pieces and try to make better lives █ █ █ █ for themselves. Not since the years following World War II █ █ █ █ had such prosperity been felt across the planet; even █ █ █ █ war-ravaged regions received a "Marshall Plan" of sorts, █ █ █ █ having their infrastructures built up far beyond what they █ █ █ █ ever were before. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ As prosperity grew, so too did the ventures of capitalism. █ █ █ █ In this day and age, science was the 'new capitalism,' █ █ █ █ fueling the growth of amazing new technologies. The first █ █ █ █ high-profile ventures into the creation of a viable █ █ █ █ fusion energy source, an offshoot of the efforts of the █ █ █ █ aging multinational oil companies, began in 2105 in the █ █ █ █ United States, with the backing of billions of dollars in █ █ █ █ venture and government capital. The International Power █ █ █ █ Initiative of 2112, an agreement among nations investing █ █ █ █ in the fusion power project, but eventually including many █ █ █ █ hundreds of other projects based on energy, radically █ █ █ █ restructured how science was to approach new energy █ █ █ █ sources. The level of freedom granted to a group of █ █ █ █ corporations might have been dangerous one hundred years █ █ █ █ ago, but it was felt that today since there was not a █ █ █ █ rivalry in the race to find the secrets of fusion power █ █ █ █ first, that giving a corporation autonomy to do what it █ █ █ █ needed to do would foster creativity and growth on an █ █ █ █ unheard-of scale. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ It didn't. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ Some corporations took the spirit of the intent behind the █ █ █ █ International Power Initiative to heart, but a few did █ █ █ █ not. Old habits û greed, lust for power û died hard, and █ █ █ █ the freedoms that the Initiative afforded caused a █ █ █ █ cancerous growth of selfishness to seep into some. One █ █ █ █ major corporation founded on the west coast of the United █ █ █ █ States in 2116 û M.A.G.M.A. Energy Corporation û was █ █ █ █ responsible for tooling some of the machinery that would █ █ █ █ harness the power of a fusion reaction. █ █ █ █ M.A.G.M.A. û which stood for "Multinational Atomic █ █ █ █ next-Generation Millennium Augury" û had one of the more █ █ █ █ lucrative and high-end jobs out of all the corporations █ █ █ █ formed for this international project. As a result, some █ █ █ █ in power saw a potential for creating possibilities out of █ █ █ █ the materials provided û possibilities that ended in █ █ █ █ massive profit, at any rate. Soon, M.A.G.M.A. had created █ █ █ █ dozens of branches throughout its West Coast empire, █ █ █ █ creating many massive facilities throughout the northern █ █ █ █ California wilderness. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ By 2158, the corporations of the world had made █ █ █ █ significant progress and were projecting being less than a █ █ █ █ generation away from a pure, safe source of fusion energy. █ █ █ █ Despite this, a few continued to worry over the carte █ █ █ █ blanche given to the corporations under the Initiative. █ █ █ █ However, the constant good publicity, as well as secrecy, █ █ █ █ around so many of these projects fueled the worry of a few █ █ █ █ that would be involved if anything went wrong. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ Many of these worriers, including General Francis J. █ █ █ █ Baker, commander of the US I Corps in Ft. Lewis, █ █ █ █ Washington, wondered how soon the military would be called █ █ █ █ out to help clean up the disaster when something big took █ █ █ █ out half of the West Coast. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ The M.A.G.M.A. Energy Corporation had delved into energy █ █ █ █ technologies that created a new generation of laser █ █ █ █ firearms, which was still in its infancy but of great █ █ █ █ interest to the Pentagon and other governments û including █ █ █ █ those terror cells that never fully died. The laser weapon █ █ █ █ technology that M.A.G.M.A. was leading was a story that █ █ █ █ had been reported throughout the world û and had been █ █ █ █ noticed. With such weapons, those in dark places whispered █ █ █ █ to each other, we could change the balance of power. We █ █ █ █ must do it before the hated oppressors turn them against █ █ █ █ us. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ Terrorist activity across the globe had declined except in █ █ █ █ small, remote areas, far from the west coast of the United █ █ █ █ States and even farther from the public's eye. Over that █ █ █ █ time, the remaining groups nursed their hatreds and █ █ █ █ planned for when the time would be right to reawaken a █ █ █ █ global revolution. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ Something else had planned, too... something far darker █ █ █ █ than anything a terrorist could imagine, something far █ █ █ █ more dangerous than any world government could possibly █ █ █ █ comprehend. It boiled and rolled in ecstasy over its █ █ █ █ discovery, its excitement barely contained at the █ █ █ █ expectation of the juicy, warm power awaiting it just █ █ █ █ beyond the gate. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ On that same May night in 2161, it struck. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ Terrorists selected and attacked a relatively █ █ █ █ out-of-the-way facility of the M.A.G.M.A. Energy █ █ █ █ Corporation, located deep in the rolling forested hills of █ █ █ █ northern California, one of the main sites for the █ █ █ █ creation of energy weapons. Overpowering the bored gate █ █ █ █ guards was a simple task, as was silencing their screams. █ █ █ █ The gate slid open, and in they poured. Not having faced █ █ █ █ any security breach of any kind for fifty years had made █ █ █ █ the security component of these facilities extremely lax, █ █ █ █ and no alarm was raised, no steel doors slammed shut. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ And then, It came. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ The Gate boiled and rolled, deep inside the M.A.G.M.A. █ █ █ █ Energy Corporation facility, as hundreds upon hundreds of █ █ █ █ employees and family raced and panicked over the alarms █ █ █ █ that finally blared in response to the terrorist attack. █ █ █ █ It smothered the air around it, sucking those unfortunate █ █ █ █ few nearby into its dark embrace, which made it stronger, █ █ █ █ larger. A few security personnel, responding to the odd █ █ █ █ reports from the scientists and family, men, women, and █ █ █ █ children, screaming and running for their lives, found it █ █ █ █ at the end of a large vehicular hallway, a black mass that █ █ █ █ pulsed like a heart. Tendrils, as dark as night, slid █ █ █ █ outward and into the walls, ceiling, and floors, seeking, █ █ █ █ touching, killing û feasting. And yet, that was not █ █ █ █ enough. The presence of so many carbon life forms would █ █ █ █ have made it weep with joy, had it tears to shed. It █ █ █ █ released the Host, much as a mother would release a baby █ █ █ █ to allow it to crawl across a floor in search of a █ █ █ █ favorite toy. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ The security guards that were unfortunate enough to be so █ █ █ █ good at their jobs as to be there, saw a creeping, rolling █ █ █ █ mass of unholy creatures come out of the blackness; some █ █ █ █ were spider-like with bladed legs and massive fangs, █ █ █ █ others that walked on what seemed to be hind legs, █ █ █ █ dinosaur-like, but the most hellish version of any █ █ █ █ dinosaur any of them had seen. So many came out that the █ █ █ █ ceiling, floor, and walls were black with racing legs, all █ █ █ █ seeking the delicious flesh in front of them... the Gate █ █ █ █ pulsed with pride as it sought the incredible energy, █ █ █ █ sucking it down, feeding its ability to guide the Host █ █ █ █ into this world, which would keep the carbons at bay while █ █ █ █ it sought to help the Queen turn the planet into a █ █ █ █ husk... The terrorists were not stupid. They found the █ █ █ █ central security core and sealed the base off from the █ █ █ █ outside, to ensure that no scientists would escape; they █ █ █ █ knew families were here, knew that they would be excellent █ █ █ █ leverage when prying the secrets of the laser weapons out █ █ █ █ of them. The screams that filtered in through the complex █ █ █ █ had been going on for some time, but nobody noticed one █ █ █ █ monitor that showed the alien forms tearing a handful of █ █ █ █ security guards apart far below. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ The Host spread throughout the complex like wildfire, █ █ █ █ feasting upon the humans, tearing through doors and █ █ █ █ partitions to get at the soft, tasty meat that cowered in █ █ █ █ fear. The Gate continued to eat power, enough to finally █ █ █ █ obey the bidding of the Queen, whom it had been studiously █ █ █ █ trying to put off as it reveled in the delicious feast of █ █ █ █ its own. The Queen would not stand for it, as her children █ █ █ █ needed her attention. She stepped through the Gate, much █ █ █ █ to the disappointment of the latter, for this meant it █ █ █ █ would have to go, to search for a new world while the █ █ █ █ Queen assimilated this one. The Gate would be able to come █ █ █ █ back if it needed more power, but for now, it was no █ █ █ █ longer needed. With a flash of anger, the Gate dissolved █ █ █ █ upon itself. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ M.A.G.M.A. response teams sent to the facility noted the █ █ █ █ gate had been opened; they secured the outer compound and █ █ █ █ closed the gate, sealing it, posting guards. They noted █ █ █ █ the entrances were locked, and had their tech people begin █ █ █ █ to work around the problem. Damn computer problems, they █ █ █ █ thought. Meanwhile, they continued to try to raise the █ █ █ █ interior, with no result. The calls from the outside █ █ █ █ alerted the terrorists, who had made no progress so far in █ █ █ █ finding their quarry, at about the same time that part of █ █ █ █ the Host boiled up onto their floor. Frantically, the few █ █ █ █ hundred terrorists securing that level defended █ █ █ █ themselves, tearing the creatures into exploding bags of █ █ █ █ bloody jelly, but for every one that fell two more took █ █ █ █ its place. The hydra-like mass of evil swarmed over the █ █ █ █ terrorists, tearing them limb from limb, consuming in the █ █ █ █ process.Outside, the tech guys finally had the doors about █ █ █ █ open, when another one finally managed to tap into the █ █ █ █ interior's camera system. █ █ █ █ Their jaws dropped at the incredible carnage, and watched █ █ █ █ helplessly as small groups of skittering, spider-like █ █ █ █ creatures chased small knots of people down blood-smeared █ █ █ █ hallways... █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ " Holy God," the officer in charge said. "Err, Gossett, go █ █ █ █ ahead and re-lock those doors. We gotta re-stage and call █ █ █ █ in some heavy artillery." With an empty feeling in the █ █ █ █ pits of their stomachs and their knees like water, they █ █ █ █ packed their gear; they numbered twenty men total, half █ █ █ █ the complement of this facility, and from what they saw, █ █ █ █ they'd need an army to even think about going back in. █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ Just before the monitors were turned off, a tech guy █ █ █ █ caught an image of a bloody teddy bear leaning awkwardly █ █ █ █ against a wall. He snipped the image off, his mind reeling █ █ █ █ M.A.G.M.A., not having much of a security back-up force to █ █ █ █ count on, took the recorded images of inside the facility █ █ █ █ and immediately put the call in to the military. General █ █ █ █ Baker, who had for a decade been preparing himself and his █ █ █ █ men for something, anything, sprung into action. It took █ █ █ █ two days to gather a large force armed with the most █ █ █ █ modern firepower and body armor the military could █ █ █ █ provide. Without higher authority, General Baker led the █ █ █ █ column to the south and into the unknown. Reports █ █ █ █ continued to filter in during their journey, and other █ █ █ █ M.A.G.M.A. facilities went dark. What the hell was going █ █ █ █ on? █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ They arrived a day later, the highway cops along the route █ █ █ █ clearing as much traffic as they could. When a M.A.G.M.A. █ █ █ █ representative asked what she and her corporation could do █ █ █ █ to help, General Baker flashed her a hooded look. "Get █ █ █ █ body bags. And all the security personnel you can. Call in █ █ █ █ favors, if you have to, get whomever you can and get them █ █ █ █ fast." He hesitated, then handed her a list. "Here's some █ █ █ █ people that have done some... work for us in the past. I █ █ █ █ know them and can vouch for them. You'll have to pay █ █ █ █ through the nose, but they're well worth it, trust me." █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ Nodding vacantly, the representative, still shaken from █ █ █ █ the image she saw a few minutes ago of the bloody teddy █ █ █ █ bear, pulled her cellular phone out and began to dial █ █ █ █ Personnel back in San Francisco. She hoped they'd have the █ █ █ █ checkbooks ready, judging from some of these people's █ █ █ █ descriptions... █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ Your phone rings. You ignore it, exhausted from a long █ █ █ █ week. Money was getting scarce, and the prospects of █ █ █ █ finding a "real" job has kept you up late with worry for █ █ █ █ weeks. The phone stopped ringing after the twentieth █ █ █ █ ring... paused... and rang again. Growling, you answer the █ █ █ █ phone. What you hear barely registers in your █ █ █ █ sleep-deprived mind, but your fingers ache in █ █ █ █ anticipation. Real work. A real enemy. And General Baker, █ █ █ █ he was good people. 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