Title: Rem-Us
Series: Chronicle
Writer: P E Leody
SYNOPIS:
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MOTHER: HERE HE COMES!
SON: HURRY UP DADDY
MOTHER: 8 YEARS HE'S BEEN AWAY AND HE STILL MANAGES TO KEEP PROMISES TO THE NEAREST MINUTE
SON: WE'VE A BIRTHDAY PARTY READY TO START
MOTHER: HE'LL BE HERE VERY SHORTLY AND NOW THAT YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND I'LL EXPLAIN
SON: OH GOODY A STORY, I'LL SIT COMFORTABLY
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MOTHER: AROUND 500 YEARS AGO, IN A LAND FAR ACROSS THE SEA, A GREAT EMPIRE WAS IN DECLINE. ITS INJUSTICES HAD FINALLY CAUGHT UP WITH IT
MOTHER: A GROUP OF DISAFFECTED SCIENTISTS, WARRIORS AND SLAVES TEAMED UP TO ESCAPE AND SET OFF ON A MASSIVE TREK.
MOTHER: THEY HEADED FOR A LAND THEY BELIEVED EXISTED BUT THEY HAD NO PROOF.
MOTHER: AFTER A SET OF ADVENTURES THAT WOULD FILL MANY VOLUMES THEY FINALLY REACHED THEIR DESTINATION
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MOTHER: THE LAND HAD MANY SURPRISES. AN EDIBLE TUBER THAT COULD BE DEEP FRIED, DELICIOUS FRUITS THAT GREW ON STRANGE TREES AND AN ABUNDANCE OF RAW MATERIALS.
MOTHER: WITHOUT BUREAUCRATS TO HOLD THEM BACK THEY BUILT FINE STONE HOUSES, ELEGANT EXHIBITION CENTRES, ENCOURAGED ART, SPORTS AND THEATRE
MOTHER: AFTER INTENSIVE TRAVELLING AND STUDYING THEY MASTERED HEAVY MACHINERY, RAILED TRANSPORT, TELEGRAPHY AND IN THE RIGHT THERMALS MANNED FLIGHT.
MOTHER: THEY EMULATED THE GRAND ARCHED AND DOME STRUCTURES OF THEIR HOMELAND AND FINESSED THEM WITH THE DISCOVERY OF CONCRETE AND THE BIRTH OF STEAM POWER.
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MOTHER: HUNDREDS OF YEARS LATER STRANGE ALIEN CREATURES SPORTING UNKNOWN TECHNOLOGY SOUGHT TO BEFRIEND THEM
MOTHER: AFTER A SLIGHT DISAGREEMENT OVER SALT FLATS THE ALIENS TURN ON THEM AND THEY ARE FORCED TO FLEE AND HIDE.
MOTHER: BANDED TOGETHER WITH THEIR PRIMITIVE WEAPONS THE LAUNCH FORWARD
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FATHER: OH MY DEAR SON, HOW I'VE MISSED YOU
SON: DAD YOUR BEARD TICKLES
FATHER: HELLO DEAR, IT'S FINALLY OVER, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON THIS IS YOUR PRESENT
SON: OH THANK YOU
MOTHER: WHAT OF THE FUTURE?
FATHER: WE'VE REMOVED ANY EVIDENCE THAT WE EVER POPULATED THIS LAND. HAVING ALIEN TECHNOLOGY NOW WOULD EXTINCT OUR SPECIES. MAYBE IN 1000 YEARS WE'LL BE READY.
MOTHER: YOU'RE HURT
FATHER: FATAL I'M AFRAID. DON'T LET THE STANDARD TOUCH THE GROUND SON, IT'S UNLUCKY. WE'VE SECURED EVERYTHING IN CASE THE ALIENS COME BACK, WHERE WE FIRST MET
MOTHER: GROOM LAKE?
FATHER: LOVE YOU
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