After the countries of the world were brought into one, the original leaders were imprisoned together in a special penal colony built just for them. There were no cells, or guards, just a high wall that no one could scale, and no way to communicate with anyone on the other side. They were forced to figure out how to live together, planting the few seeds their angry former citizens let them have to get them started. They divvied up these seeds, and the other few resources, breaking apart into alliances, and building their own sections on the grounds. The strongest and most brutish took the most of these resources for themselves, but wasted them, for they were interested in short term satisfaction, rather than long term gains. The most intelligent of them had little, for they were feeble and easily manipulated. What they had they used well, but it was still not enough for them. The most manipulative of them let the others fight over the seeds, then bargained for what they wanted with false claims and empty promises. But all they had they traded away for things they believed to be more valuable, until they suffered diminishing returns, and too had little. Everyone was near starvation, and a new war was brewing amongst them. Their former citizens watched them from the other side of the walls and laughed joyously. “Finally, it is the rich who will know what it is to die just to protect what is theirs.” “They will know what true pain is; how the rest of us felt during the wars that they commanded from the safety of their wealth and power.” But no one died in the prison as a result of violence. A group of them who had been known to treat their civilians far more justly than the others appointed themselves as mediators, opening up negotiations amongst the others. They asked the smart ones to teach gardening to the strong ones. In turn, the strong ones built shelters, and protection from aerial predators. The mediators guided the manipulative ones into developing a stable economy, so free trade could begin. Over time, a microcosm of a society grew from nearly nothing, and over the years, it became a true society. Decades later, only the descendants of the great war remained. The penal colonists built structures so high, eventually they were able to cross over the wall, and travel to the great nation that had thrived without them. What they found there was a bustling isolated civilization, free from the resentment of their forefathers. The two cultures were absorbed into one, and all lived in peace from then on. When the wandering child removed his second hand from the canister, he discovered it to be covered in the same brilliant light as his first. It was time to learn from the third canister.
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The Advancement of Mateo Matic
Now that the lineup has been irreversibly established, and their reliance upon the direction of any external force removed from the equation, Team Matic must decide for themselves what missions to take. As they approach the year that changes everything, they may find themselves on a long detour.
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Extremus vol. 2
Now over 17,000 light years into the journey, the Extremus inducts a new Captain, and continues on towards their hypothetical new home. This is second of nine volumes in the Extremus multiseries.
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My name is Nick Fisherman III. It's not my real name, but that's not because I'm trying to hide from my former agency, or something. I named myself after someone I've known for most of my life, and he chose it in honor of his late best friend. I took up writing when I found myself failing 8th grade science, and realized I might never reach my dream of becoming a biochemist, a meteorologist, and a quantum physicist. I started developing my canon after a scouting trip to an island inspired what I thought would be my first novel. I founded this website upon the advice of many people, who told me I needed to get my work out there, and not wait for an agent to accept my manuscript. You can expect one new story every day. Weekdays are for microstories, which are one or two paragraphs long. They're usually only thematically linked, so you won't have to read one to understand another, but they do sometimes tell a combined story. Sundays are for my continuous longer story, The Advancement of Mateo Matic, which I started in the beginning, and won't end until 2066. Saturdays are for long series, most of which take place in the same universe as Mateo, and add to the larger mythology.
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