WHAT WAS ONCE OUR HOME (RE-BOOT) (FUTURISTIC RP) (IC) (ACCEPTING!)

[KFar]

In the year 2105, after decades of economic decay, the United States has broken up. Some states receded into the neighboring nations, while others banded together into several smaller nations, namely: Pacifica, Gulfia, Highland, District of Columbia, Kennedy, and the Rep. of Hawaii. Aside from this, life continues on as it would have. Media technology continues to grow over the centuries. One of the last great achievements of the United States, the hydrogen fuel cell car, had become the norm by 2134. The perfection of cold fusion technology in 2242 allows the world-wide removal of fossil fuel burning power plants, the last one being shut down in 2283. International colonies on Mars established in the 2230's set the stage for deep space exploration. The general quality of life was improving for most nations.

In 2189, the “New Religion Movement” started recognizing the fandoms of the late 20th and early 21st century (Trekkies, Poké-fans, Bronies, Whovians, etc.) as religions, under the general mantra of “It doesn't matter if it's real, so long as it teaches good values.” The previously established religions (Christianity, Hinduism, Muslim, etc., since referred to collectively as “old religions”) are still practiced alongside these new religions.

In 2198, scientists had successfully created AI systems with equal intelligence to humans. AI development had pretty much stopped there, no one wanting to risk creating a robot smarter than a human. In 2224, scientists had discovered a way to physically transplant human minds into robotic bodies without altering the patient's personality, thus creating cyborgs.

In 2401, genetic engineering research lead to the creation of completely custom body built to the exact specifications of a patient that they can have their mind implanted into without altering the personality of the patient in any way, similar to how cyborgs were created. These bodies can have very few genetic similarities to the patient's original form and are fully capable of biologically reproducing with each other. The people who underwent this procedure became known as “Synths.” Because of the previously mentioned new religion movement, people from the new religions (especially Poké-fans and Bronies) took this as an opportunity to better worship their religion, and took the forms of recognizable figures from their respective scriptures. By the end of the 2500's, roughly half of all synths were based on a religion of some sort.
At first these new groups where met with hostility, similar to the racial issues of previous centuries. Like those racial groups before them, the robots, cyborgs, and synths had staged their own civil rights movements, and were soon admitted into the general population of most civilized nations. By the end of the 2500's, humans represented 55% to 75% of the population amongst civilized nations. The rest where robots, cyborgs and synths.

In 2549, Russia, China, North Korea, and other communist nations banded together to become the “Neo-Communist Union,” a direct counterpoint to the United Nations (The UN had remained in continuous operation despite all the change around them.). Both sides, not wanting to go into another cold war scenario, remained neutral to each other. This continued for some time. Tensions slowly rise until, in 2603, an attack on South Korea was made by North Korea. This was followed by Cuba attacking Kennedy, Russia attacking Finland, and so on and so-forth until nearly every country on Earth was involved. Then, in 2621, an NCU science team develops the world's first anti-matter bomb. They launch the bomb and discover that they had radically underestimated it's power. The blast radius of the bomb ends up being the size of Alaska, and the bomb has enough energy to detonate neighboring nuclear stockpiles. These stockpiles detonate the stockpiles near to them, causing a nuclear domino effect spreading outward and enveloping the world in a wave of destruction that annihilates the majority of life (natural or otherwise) on Earth.

You are one of the few survivors, tasked with surviving in the barren wastelands of Earth.

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• No Godmoding.
• No Spamming.
• Don't be op.
• Be literate.
• Post often.
• Have fun.

[KFar]

The engines of the jet plane whirred as a man flew over the cities. The insignia on his arm showed him to be a Sargent of the Pacifica Air Force. “Segal, this is ground control, report.” A voice says in his radio. He holds a button to respond.
“Ground, this is Segal, no updates on spotting as of yet.”
“Go one more cycle and bring it in, might have been a malfunction...”
“Rodger that.” The Sargent says. He continues to fly for a few more minutes before a flash causes him to recoil for a bit. “God damn it,” He says, rubbing his eyes, “The hell was that...?” He lowers his visor and holds the radio button, “Any units... um... What the hell was that?” Voices go one by one saying things roughly along the lines of “I don't know.” Then an alarm goes off on the Sargent's HUD. He looks to his left flank and sees what he can only describe as a wall of flame rapidly approaching him. “*!” he yelps as he pushes forward on his joystick. He puts his thrusters on high and attempts to get away, but he cannot turn fast enough and the explosion envelops his jet. He puts the thrusters into full throttle, escaping from the flames, but the blast had clipped his wings, the shortened ends burn as he rockets forward. Alarms and beeps blare all around him. He was going down, and fast. He manages to stabilize and reaches for the eject button. He looks back to see the flames have dissipated behind him. He pushes the button and is launched upward. The parachute unfurls and the Sargent watches as his jet crashes below him into some buildings, leaving a wake of destruction behind it. The flames had passed, but there was still a strong wind pushing him forward. He lands a few blocks away. He detaches from his seat and staggers back to his feet. He looks around at the destruction around him. Large chunks of destroyed buildings where strewn about. The only things you could hear where the howling winds and the splattering of water shooting out of a destroyed fountain into the street. The skeletons of the former buildings stood bent in a uniform direction with a few bits of masonry barely clinging to them. Bits of paper, ash, dust, and other debris whip passed the Sargent, flying on the wind. He looks up at the mushroom shaped dust-cloud towering over him, panting. He feels in his pocket and pulls out a hand held radio. “Bravo team, report.” He is answered only with static. “This is Sargent Segal, all remaining units check in.” Static. He turns a knob on his radio. “Ground control, this is Sargent Segal, do you read?” Static. “Anyone? Anyone at all?” Static. He fiddles with the knob some more. “This is Sargent Jason Segal, Pacifica Air Force, if anyone can hear me, please respond.” Static. His arms drop to his sides as he sighs. He heads off, looking for supplies.

[KFar]

((Bump))

[KFar]

((Seriously, why won't people join?))

[KFar]

((Guys, seriously, why don't you join?))

[KanzoYuki]

(( Dude because no one posted...we cant see it in the new post !!! ))