Chapter I

His POV:

It's a typical day but I'm still at the bottom of the undying echelon system.

"This year 2573, the transition of the position and power between the former president Fedor Bastille and the new elected president Denver Franco is difficult for the community..."

I tautened my grip on the hand rail when I felt the rapid juggernaut inside the train, it made me vexed along with heterogeneous noises between the theosevision and people, a lot more passenger today made me standing in the whole journey.

This Maglev21 train should be amended or better be, completely eliminate from the transportation system. But that's least of the concern of these extraterrestrials.

Discrimination still exist, but not against Earthly races, but the invaders.

"...people want him back, but the new president is waiting for his reign..."

They say we're living in the future.But are we? The fact that I was born on the year 2561 made me the last of the oldest of the nomenclature, I am one of the Generation Omega. Being an orthodox is my key to live, the Earth is in dystopia under the 2 major invaders, being a deviant could make your life miserable. These jurisdictions left us with a consensus of waiting for the future to take over the universe.

My parents are one of the commoners and I have to exert my financial capabilities to lift my family from the giant trash can we live in. Age doesn't meet job standards, as long as you have the brain.
(A/N:Level of intelligence were gradually increased by time in this generation despite the youngest age)

Finally, the train stopped to its destination, I am the first one who stepped out the vanishing door. Cacophony greeted me in the train station, where assorted creatures; people, aliens and robots with artificial intelligence crowded the place contributing loud, annoying turbulence . One word describes the place, and it is a tumultuous MESS.

I let out a deep breath in the middle of nowhere.

I am just a man.

Man that is considered as the obtuse ones in the pyramid, it is a kind of racism, and we lied in the bottom of the food chain. Human became the slaves of their home.

Humans should've done something when that guy Bob Lazar from the S-4 base started blowing the whistle. He reverse engineered alien technology, all the evidence were there and humans still doubt. And look where we are now, the government got threatened, chokehold by the invaders.

I turned my eyes down, where the floor is also a Light Emitting Diode screen with three dimensional shape and line patterns that made me sick and merely vomit.

I just focused my gaze on the path, my hand holding the strap of my small shoulder bag, hoping that I am not late on my awaiting work.

I'm finally out of the train station, I took the crowded road, different species of creatures and robots with different sizes, colors and forms, grotesque and pleasant filled my sight. I rubbed my shoulder before snow crystals could even melt and damp my clothes, the whole continent was in winter season this last three days until now.

Before I could transition my gaze, a giant Christmas tree stole the show. I estimated it as 40-50 meters high, full of decorations with some snow on it's every surface.

Wow, just exquisitely impeccable.

It wasn't there yesterday, the A.I works so ephemeral.

I guess few of us who still care and love researching about history knows what's the purpose of that tree, many consider this thing as a fancy decoration without knowing it's real historical purpose.

This thing is just a small tribute for those few believers left out there.

I just shrugged it off and walked in the direction of the tallest building in the city. I pushed the glass door of the entrance, there's definitely no difference between the creatures outside and inside, except from the formality of clothing and actions.

This is the place where I work.

My eyes look around to find my boss.

"Hey,Yatz!"

A green skinny creature with three eyes and four arms called my code name.

"Hey!What's up dude!"

I gave him a fist bomb before the slimy, slippery substance from his hand covered my fingers. Internally screaming, while pulling out my wipes after he pass by.

I'm about to seek out again when another fat purple, 15 eyed, 2 arms and scaly skinned alien filled my sight. It is the mean ugly mid-aged creature.

"You better give me back my book,li'l man!"

"Woah, easy ma'm, I'll hand it to you later, I just didn't finish reading it."

I think she is the only one who has a book, in the world. Well, I like reading it, although it was a little bit weird. The story was entitled 'The Origin'.

"Keep your words Yahtzee."

"Yes, indeed ma'm."

I'm just about to run when a little A.I. dog snarled at me. I stayed motionless to avoid provoking the small creature.

You will recognize if the creature you've been looking was an A.I. if it has a bright glowing neon green circle patch on it's neck that symbolizes Earth.And blue neon patch if you're a robot intergalactic soldier. It is like the population is divided into the damsel in distress and the knights, an unspoken agenda to work with against the foreign creatures.

I'm just about to kick it out in front of me, but an A.I. girl pick the dog up. Oh no! She' s the daughter of Mr. Ex President, Mr. Fedor Bastille.

She just smiled at me, I gave her a genuine one too. She' s stunning with those flawless blonde hair with the bangs, she's slim and tall. Her symmetric face emphasizes her blue eyes. But who knows what lies behind those bionic orbs.

"Seems like you're in a hurry, not to intentionally watch you, but I can say that, everyone knows you. "

"Nah,not really,I'm looking for Mr. Golbach."

"Oh the director. I saw him earlier in his office."

"Oh thank you very much. What's your name?"

"I'm Hazy Bastille,and you are?"

"Do you want my true name or my code name? 'Cause only special creatures knows my real name. Do you want to be special?"

Oh dude, I can' t believe I can say these frivolous words in front of the daughter of the prestigious ex president.

"Oh yes please, I wanna feel special today, so you can confess both of your name."

She said with a enticing smile on her face.

I don't know but I feel my real name is secured with her.

"My code name is Yahtzee and my real name is Stan Travis Schwarzenegger."

"Oh, nice name you' ve got! Anyways, see you later, I gotta work to do now."

She huddled up her puppy before gaving me a small wave from her graceful slim hand.

"Bye."

My feet walked in a more comfortable pace, she brighten up my morning as she lifted up my mood.

So many floors and hallways to face before I could reach his office that is located at the very top of this 170 story building.

But this is not the highest tower on Earth, it was the Qima skyscraper that was about 571 stories in a thousand meters high.

But thankfully, this tower have some speedy elevator to make it more easy.

I took the elevator with a couple of I-think-broken A.I. robots, I have to report it to Mr. Golbach before it got worse.

Their patches are pale green in color, I turned them off, I think it wasn't prohibited. They are just an assistant cleaner robots.

The elevator opened and I pull the 3 robots out and I left them before I can reach the office.

The door was slightly open, I didn't mean to eavesdrop but I can hear some muffled exchange of words.

It was Mr. Golbach, he's an alien with 4 arms and 2 eyes with a fat blue body. He's arguing with a man. A formally suited mid-aged man.

"No I can't."

Said Mr. Golbch with disagreement in his voice.

"Yes you are, It's for the future."

Said the old prestigious looking man.

"Maybe. But please give me some time to think about it."

"Sure, perhaps you are shocked and confused by now, you have plenty of time to think Golbach. But to be clear, I want that guy, your assistant."

"My personal assistant? But he's helpful to me, it's not that easy to gave the boy up. I can't let go of him, there is no absolute chance he can get back home."

It can't be me. I'm just one in hundred of Mr. Golbach's assistant, but I can't dispute the fact that I'm his ultimate and favorite personal assistant. I don't know why but who am I to refuse right? I can earn money fast, but I do not abuse his treatment to me. There could be someone else who's more helpful to him.

"If that's your conclusion, you're wrong, just perceive about the possibilities Golbach, it wasn't that hard, more soldiers, more planets. Where running out of resources here on Earth boy, soon this planet will be just useless..."

He then stared at the upper right corner of the room. He's seemingly finding out what time it is from the software of the embedded microchip in his head.

"...I'm goin', and I'm looking forward on this agreement."

I am not sure if that was me.

High ranking humans in the society are rare. Who is that man to just talk in that way at Mr. Golbach.

A moment of silence occur before the door opens.

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