Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Last Human Standing

This is the Prologue from my final assignment (interactive experience). If you are interested, let us know and I will post further details.


In the year 3,160 the human civilisation, of planet Earth has emerged victorious. The intergalactic war against the wretched invaders from the Lyra constellation’s bright star Vega has finally ended.

In order to guarantee victory the human race paid a profound price. It would seem that evolution is not without irony.

Early in the battle that took place over the better part of a fifty year period, it was learned that the Vegan army were able to locate humans during their hunts not through sight, but through olfaction. The enemy possessed a heightened sense of smell, similar to that of the insects. Initial experiments to reduce the natural chemicals omitted by the human body were futile. Then, a radical extremist discovered that the most efficient way to elude the enemy was to become a cyborg.

The world leaders at the time organised and implemented mass transformation stations and soon the human race was reborn. The Vegan soldiers were unable to detect the movements of their opponents and their swift extinction soon commenced.

As the war reached its climax, our own mother nature saw to it that as a result of the union between humans and artificial intelligence every newborn would require the immediate support of robot appendage.

In the aftermath, human civilisation is in awe of its own brilliance. As homage to the race that once consisted of pure flesh and bone, every year on the anniversary of the coronation as rulers of the universe, a tournament is held. The game is called the ‘Birdman’ competition and the setting is a mysterious remote island reformed to become a gaming centre.

The purpose is to test and witness the abilities of uncontaminated human warriors. The contestants in the competition have been transported from the peak of human civilisation, the new millennium of the twenty first century. The prize for the winner is a return ticket home, for the remaining, death waits.

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