Fracture: PrologueMay 15, 2067
Marhk12, a multi-billion dollar company, which specialized in advanced robotics and artificial intelligence, branched out from their usual work, and, in secret, developed an AI to match that of humans, as well as the other sentient races that now roamed Earth. The head of this development team, namely, James Jackson, named this AI after himself. The JMK1 was born, a tall, thin boy, the age of 13 with long brown hair and cold blue eyes. They outfitted him with black cargo pants and a black jacket to suit. It, rather, he, was marvelous. Gifted the power of flames by his Tech Father and aunts and uncles. Something, however, troubled this young AI. It was unknown to the crew of Marhk12-6. Something deep inside of him stirred, and whispered horrible, gruesome things into his ears. This voice lingered, until the JMK1 could handle it no more. He went berserk and injured and killed a fair portion of Marhk12-6.
January 9, 2069
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Steve's Journal: #4Hey, Journal, I'm starting to lose sleep. That dream has been reoccurring for over a week now since it first started.
This pickaxe I have really isn't that good. I need something faster and more durable than rock. I need steel, iron, something so I can keep my back safe from the things that lurk in those dark caves. I can hear them hissing and clicking and groaning right around the corner when I explore and I get paranoid. I have to leave in fear for my life. Maybe I can get the furnace hot enough to melt some rock. I could cool that down in a mold I could make from wood. I could make a weapon. I'd definitely prefer stone over wood for weapons any day. I'll be back in a little.
Alright, after I made the new sword (It worked very well actually) I went down into the cave I got my coal from. I kept following it's winding ways and eventually found some iron. There was something weird about this find, though. There was plenty of iron and everything else was okay, I had killed all the creatu