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Session: 07

When it became evident that the world was headed for total disaster the brightest scientific minds of the day joined together in the Phoenix Foundation. A project created in the hopes that the knowledge and history of the culture would be preserved. A secondary goal was to avoid another worldwide disaster of this magnitude.

Images of people span the walls. All dressed similarly in some type of white coat with a colorful piece of cloth around their necks. A metallic symbol shines brightly in the center of the front wall. A symbol of a bird with spread wings and raised head amidst flames.

So this facility was created and the project was begun. It was decided that a gatekeeper was necessary so that the knowledge contained in this archive did not fall into the wrong hands, hands that would attempt to use it for their own personal gains. That gatekeeper took the form of a new scientific development, a synth-organic construct designed to guard the secrets of the past and tasked with finding the hope for the future. In order to fully blend into a world without technology the construct was given an organic overlay to the internal electronics and control systems. Again images from before flash across the screen, images of the birth, or rather, creation of Karil.

The protocols set forth required that the agent be worthy of the knowledge and power and would put it to non-selfish use to raise from the ashes of our fallen society a new, better society based on the technology and knowledge of the past.

Bonjoe shifts uncomfortably on the bench that rose, no…formed from the floor below as if the room itself sensed he desired to sit down.

You Bonjoe, are that agent. The Agent of the Restoration. Below the words appearing on the front screen a series of images begins to show in sequence. Images of things Bonjoe has been doing since he met Karil. Images of him secretly moving weapons from old buildings under cover of darkness, sneaking the dirt out of the shop from the construction of his underground chamber.

Karil was activated when your specific brainwave patterns were sensed. Since that day she has been relaying information via secret satellites to this location for analysis and it has been determined that you are indeed a person worthy of this task.

Images of massive flying machines circling the planet show up in the upper corners. Bonjoe is astonished by it all.

Karil has the capabilities to communicate with the archive from almost anywhere on the planet provided the satellites in the sky have not been destroyed. She is tasked with preserving your life and the goal of the Phoenix Foundation. She was designed to not only be an informational guide to the Restoration but also a companion and protector.

You may have noticed that she has begun to develop certain abilities that you would not think possible in a normal human. Her augmented strength and awareness will serve you well in the times to come and her personality was modeled to be compatible with the individual we sought. The fact that you two have shared so much time together in harmony shows the programs were successful.

Suddenly all the screens go blank and clapping ensues from the doorway. Bonjoe spins around to see Tomar and Darmon standing there. Darmon carefully claps his palms together so as not to jar his broken fingers.

“What a great story, too bad it is all wrong. I am the one who will possess this power and knowledge. I am the one that will shape the new world order.” Darmon takes a few steps forward taking in the size of the archive.

“Tomar, how could you go back to working with him? After he killed those people in front of us and threatened us.” Bonjoe's distress is evident in his voice.

“I need to eat and live Bonjoe. I cannot survive on the scraps of the past like you do.”

“The scraps of the past will build the future Tomar.” Darmon interjects. “They will be the basis of what is to come. The time of Darmon!”

“No it will not.” Karil rises from the chair and turns to face them, her eyes glowing faintly red in the dim light of the now dark wall screens. “You are not worthy of the Archive. You will not have it and I will stop you.” She slowly draws the katana from her back and lowers herself into a crouch, like a cat ready to spring.

“Tomar, take care of her.” Darmon says with an air of superiority waving a hand in her direction. Tomar looks from Karil to Darmon and back. The low, menacingly red lights of her eyes carefully watching him as he tentatively takes a step forward.

Karil springs to the attack jumping high into the air, easily clearing the ten paces or so to Tomar and descending toward him with blade raised high.

“Stop!” Bonjoe yells just in time to keep her blade from separating the head from Tomar’s shoulders. “Stop Karil. He might not be a good person, but he is my brother and I can’t allow you to kill him.”

“Then I will kill this one.” Her blade blurs then comes to rest with its tip firmly placed against the throat of Darmon.

“No you won’t kill either of them. It is not right.” She glances back at Bonjoe watching him move toward them and the door. It is then that Darmon decides to make a move and tries to wrest the blade from Karil’s hands underestimating her strength. With one swift movement the blade spins in a half circle neatly cutting off Darmon’s left arm at the elbow. As he stumbles back his forearm remains with hand still gripping Karil’s wrists. Blood pours from the stump of his arm, his eyes going wide in realization of what has happened and the sight of his life blood spilling forth.

Having seen all this Tomar decides it is not the best time for a confrontation and backpedals toward the still open door.

“You will see me again dear brother and at that time I will make you regret having spared my life today.” He disappears through the door and the thudding of his running feet echoes back into the Archive chamber.

Darmon is attempting to grip the stump of his arm tightly in an attempt to stem the flow of blood from it. Failing utterly he passes out within moments and slumps to the smooth black ground.

“Why did you stop me from killing them Bonjoe?”

“Because Karil, it is not the way I want, or the way they wanted the Restoration to begin.” The walls jump to life with three-dimensional faces of the Phoenix Foundation creators. The main screen shows flames slowly receding and a Phoenix rises from the ashes. The first sound of the Archive coming to life is heard as it screeches once, startling Bonjoe into stumbling to the ground. The three-dimensional images of the creators’ heads begin to move as if looking at one another in some silent counsel. Finally all of the heads stop and face the center of the room.

“You have opened the locks to the Archive Bonjoe Prime.” The creators all speak as one.
“You are now the Agent of the Restoration.”
“Umm. Thanks. I’ll try and er…do... Do…whatever it is I’m supposed to do.” Turning to Karil and then to Darmon, Bonjoe decides on the first step.

“We need to stop that bleeding or he'll die Karil.”