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"Fall of Genesi" By: The Crimson Archer
It would be said that throughout history, we as a society have relied solely on the blessings of a new and far more superior technology than the prior generation. The results of these blessings have been far from astounding, and from the fountain of our progress, the idea of converting electricity into a useable resource had been birthed, but the advent had its triumphs and repercussions…. It had came to our dark and naïve existence in the form of a stone, a stone wrought with writhing rays of a complex golden light from its lustrous outer shell. We knew not of its meaning or what we were to craft from this mysterious, yet seemingly manufactured object. The meaning was not clear to any; the priests or sages could not fathom the power or the manufacturer of this amulet, and therefore they had concluded it to be a bequest from the gracious and Almighty Woden, our patron god whose refinement has brought to us many grand inventions which has benefited our progression throughout our extensive history. Thus, he had called from the heavens and requested, “From this stone lies a fearful and beneficial power. We no not of its true, hidden nature. Children of my being, I have a favor of you to ask: will you find the power within this creation and harness its true energies?” From His request, we had humbly accepted the trials of the nether worldly stone. What it had harnessed in its reigns we would soon determine, but that thesis of its usage came hundreds of years later. We taught our children the manufacturing processes that we had inherited from His exalted grace, and their days had been filled with a continuous cycle of study- the countless hours dedicated to the uncovering of the very bane of its existence was the hope that kept the wheels of scientific discovery turning. The gleam in the oracle of ages past shown as flame through our constant burnings of midnight oil came through as a reminder to the work we had been given in the divine reverence of our creator. He had plans for us, we were sure of it. After hundreds of years in our studies, our stresses have paid off: we had harvested this power from the stone and declared it to be given the name of ‘electricity’- the power unleashed by lightning, and we had lived in darkness nevermore. From our discoveries, large floating cities had risen to the skies; houses were lit with the comforting glow of this abundant energy, and we began to show evidence of the life we never had the means to stabilize. Furthermore, corporations were erected in reverence to the distribution of our product throughout the land of Genesis- this corporation or cooperative was named “Genesis Corps.” Genesis Corps was a prelude to a dream. When a severe storm rolled in, they were there in minutes to repair downed power lines and blown transformers. If a deluge destroyed the mountain paths of Genesis, the corporation was there, bringing donations of free will to those affected. Alas, we were content by all means until a certain day arose- a day of calamity none could ascertain. Bolts of fury dashed from the heavens; winds of hurricane force blew across the plains. We knew not of the source, but yet, we could not help to stifle a reasoning of foreboding. Thus, from the parting skies raged a familiar voice, “To whom do you believe you are shaming? I have none who have asked for direction from my wisdom, and the sciences have ruled over all dominion. Do not forget who had placed the stone in your intelligence’s care. It is I, Woden of the heavens!” Reeling from shear apprehension, Genesi had frozen precariously in a stance without answer. Thus, said Woden in his thunderous voice, “From what opportunity I had given, you have forgotten your creator. You have forgotten who allowed you to awaken from this Dark Age. You have not thanked me for my blessing. I knew of the stone’s power, yes, and it was my curiosity to see it in humanity’s hands. Granted, all have failed. Machines of destruction rule the skies and hide the majesty of the stars. Violence stirs unrest in Genesis. My children, my blessings shall be ripped astray, for the land’s turmoil pains me. Electricity shall no longer surge the valleys with liberty.” Disheartened, we had been defeated and laid down our arms. Shards of crystallized light brightened the land, and the breath that brought us free from the Dark times dissipated into the stars.

-excerpt from Civilization Lost: the History of Genesis
Written by: Yuki Tionomi in the Year 83