Sci Fi

Arkabur
In the year AD 2217, after the nuclear war came to an end, a new country was formed to the east of North America, Arkabur. By the influence of money and power, the Genji family ruled the nation indirectly. The top government officials allowed themselves to be manipulated by the family when wealth and rewards were flaunted before them, within no time they became the family’s puppet. So, all the scenes that transpired in Arkabur were the consequence of actions executed by the family, and everybody knew that. From Heavy tax impositions to the construction of unethical chemical factories, the family executed it all with no second thought. The citizens pleaded to the government for help but not only the government turned their back but also punished everyone who raised their voices against the matter. They segregated the rich from the poor. The poor had to live in areas under heavy Methanium releases, a deadly emission that is in the atmosphere due to the factories while the residues from the nuclear war still remained in the air. While the rich and powerful lived-in separate areas far from the rest, inside big walls where it was chemical-free. The people outside the walls were not allowed to enter inside without permission. The people were tired of unemployment, poverty, and seeing their loved ones suffer and perish because of the heavy chemicals in the atmosphere. When it was too much, a rebellion was formed, calling themselves the Red Society. Within no time their numbers grew. The rebellion protested against the government and the family. They decided to take the whole matter into their arms. They took down the factories and plantations operated by the family. Their next aim was to see the dead bodies of every single member of the Genji family. On December 31st AD 2249, Red Society broke inside the walls in huge numbers. The rebellion took over the local police stations, and later surrounded the 40-acre mansion of the Genji family, because of the tight android security systems, the rebellion couldn’t get inside. The hackers within the rebellion tried effortlessly to deactivate the security systems for about a whole day. Meanwhile, outside the Genji family residence. . .
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