Konnan's Adventures

The suns shone in the far reaches of known space and the inhabitants of the planet Seron enjoyed the bounties of life and the relative calm of their lands.

Survival

Atila silently ponders all his worries while the elevator transports him above the clouds to the highest peak of the architecture created by Diego Calat. The light of the closest star to him, Venaticorum, filters its silver rays until it hits the glass of the skyscrapers that dare to invade his territory. The oxygen at these heights is far below what is necessary, which leads to the use of an artificial ventilation system to prevent nitrogen from leaking into the offices of the military delegation. Opening the elevator door he is greeted by one of the estrarios, the most prominent servants of the empire, dedicated to cleaning every corner of the planet, maintaining infrastructure and other tasks that have turned society into an accumulation of useless .

Slavery

No one has appeared at the cell door for an exceptionally long time today. Despite the lack of a window in this little cubicle, Diva knew that dawn had risen some time ago. Some light shone into the room through the narrowly spaced bars in the door. She approached them slowly and glanced down the wide corridor. No one walked on the pale floor, no footsteps echoed against the sand-colored walls. She stared at her dark eyes at the tiny window located just below the high ceiling, through which only a little bit of soil was visible. The dungeon in which she had spent most of her life was several meters underground. The diva no longer remembered how to walk with bare feet on the grass, how to breathe in the scent of trees and flowers carried by the wind, how birds sing and how quickly the water in the stream hits the stones. It sometimes came to the surface, but hardly ever outside the stately building. If any of the guards led her to the wide stairs, it was only to take her to the stern face of General Bortus. The Diva's bad luck did not only boil down to the fact that she lost her family, tribuum and freedom - she also became the favorite of the perpetrator of this bloody slaughter. It was the worst aspect of all this bondage. Bortus clearly hoped Diva would keep him entertained. He tried to break her in many ways, but there was nothing left to take from her. ...

Gate

Carmen woke up on the lab floor. The lights pulsed crimson red. The paralyzing squeal in my ears slowly turned into the regular wail of alarm sirens. She leaned on the remnants of a micronymic plastic tabletop. There was a metallic taste of blood in her mouth. She raised her head and looked around the room.
Dark soot covered most of the gear. Puffs of smoke rose above the ceiling. Carmen limped in front of her, trying not to step on the remnants of the priceless apparatus. As she neared the explosion-damaged Superpositioner dome, a desperate groan escaped her throat:
- Oh no, oh no! Act, piece of scrap metal ... Act!
She struck a fist on a digitized batch. Silence. She struck again. After a long moment, as the last of all hope was leaking from her, a buzzed sound inside the device. The machine moved and the artificial intelligence operating the Superpositioner restored the connection with Dr. Carmen's implant. A holotype appeared displaying the results of the experiment. With a swift movement of her hand, the woman removed a series of tables and charts from the field of view to enlarge the view of the two transparent tanks inside the Superpositioner with another wave. The test subject was intact. Her eyes glazed over, her mouth twitched in a faint smile. Managed to!