In the peaks of midwinter lies an unconscious young man with snowlike hair and startling, duotone eyes. His features blend so much with the tundra he just may disappear. Strangely captivating, but such an appearance is no doubt unhuman.
Then enter Combat Unit One and a man who, despite his irritating personality, is unfortunately a little bit eye-catching.
“If I had to assign a relationship…” the man says with a low curve of his lips, “it would be prisoner and captor?”
“Colonel Yang,” he replies sharply, “you are cracked in the head.”
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Year 2066 – a population of eight billion was wiped down to the marginals. Particle radiation hit a rotating satellite, then a spaceship, then… mass mutation, mass extinction.
Theoretically, when the geodynamo fails, those left behind will become some sort of extraterrestrial. Humanity's always had a stubborn streak, however, so the intelligent will thrive and the combatants will fight.
But, alternatively, while most have sacrificed for this planet, a young man decides, fuck it all.
