The Cosmic Prison: A Tale of Gods
Scorched Legacy: A Genesis Under Curse
We thought we were children of the gods... until we dug up the judgment slab on the Moon:
"Designation: Adam. Designation: Eve. Crime: Root-Level Violence. Sentence: Eternal Exile."
Ten millennia ago, two interstellar criminals had their memories wiped and were banished to a savage Earth.
On the brink of extinction, "Black Monoliths" descended, bestowing survival techniques. Humanity revered them as divine miracles.
But the savagery deep within their genes grew with civilization: Stone axes splitting skulls, bronze swords piercing chests, iron-shod hooves trampling cities...
Within the high civilization's monitoring station, a cold arbitration echoed: "Violence entropy exceeds threshold. Initiate 'Great Flood' cleansing protocol."
The Cosmic Will suddenly manifested: "Violence is the birthmark of low-tier civilizations! Intervention violates the Law of Hierarchy!"
As the probe brushed aside moondust, revealing the buried crystal stele, humanity finally saw the mark of original sin branded in their blood.
Chapter 1: The Cleansing
Time here was a discarded luxury. Space was a viscous sludge, thick enough to smother the whispers of stars. This wasn’t darkness, nor light, but a churning primordial soup where existence and void were forcibly blended.
At the heart of a forcefield cage, two specimens hung suspended.
Adam, his musculature once a testament to power, now hung limp, a dead serpent robbed of its spine. Eve coiled tighter, long lashes fluttering in the weightlessness as if drowning in an endless nightmare. They were swaddled in featureless, silver-gray bodysuits—prison garb and burial shroud in one. No weapons. No insignia. Only absolute, suffocating blankness.
The silence was shattered by a Voice. It bypassed air, detonating directly within their consciousness—cold, precise, devoid of inflection, like the absolute zero at a star’s core.
Designation: Adam. Designation: Eve.
The words reverberated through the chaos, each syllable weighted to crush souls.
Judgment: Eternal Exile. Crime: Root-Level Violence Tendency. Ultimate Desecration of Cosmic Harmony.
At the cage's edge, memories exploded—not projections, but fragments ripped raw and made manifest. Stars burned! Colossal starships shattered like fragile glass baubles. Energy beams wove nets of death, vaporizing, tearing apart countless lifeforms. Silent screams (more piercing than any sound), futile escapes (rendered absurdly slow-motion in vacuum), planetary surfaces seething like molten sores… The scale of destruction defied comprehension. A shard flashed Adam’s face, cold as carved ice, pupils dancing with the ecstasy of annihilation; Eve’s form appeared within a command nexus, fingertips gliding elegantly across a light screen, each touch triggering the precise detonation of a civilization’s cradle. In their eyes, no pity—only an artistic rapture for destruction itself.
Memory Purge Protocol: Initiated. The icy pronouncement.
Twin pillars of pure, absolute white light lanced down, striking their skulls with viper precision.
Silent screams tore through them. Adam’s body arched violently backward, as if struck by an invisible sledgehammer to the spine, muscles bulging grotesquely beneath the gray suit. Eve’s coiled form convulsed wildly, every nerve seeming ripped out and shredded. Within the light, countless motes of gold—memory, knowledge, identity—were violently stripped away, scattered like fireflies torn apart by a hurricane. *Who were they? What had they destroyed? Why?Everything constituting the "Self," along with the monstrous guilt and power, dissolved into dust within the blinding white. What remained: two husks, emptied and spasming, filled with a nausea-inducing void deeper than any cosmic abyss.
The light vanished. The cage walls turned transparent, revealing a young, alien planet swathed in blue oceans and green continents—Earth.
Exile Coordinates: Sol System, Third Planet. Designation: Eden.
An irresistible force seized Adam and Eve, hurling them like refuse towards that waiting blue sphere. Tumbling through crushing emptiness, stripped of all past, they plummeted towards a land destined to be soaked in blood. The forcefield cage dissipated behind them, as if it never was. The primordial chaos reclaimed its silence, the icy verdict echoing like a ghost: Root-Level Violence... Ultimate Desecration...
Chapter 2 is currently in the works. This sci-fi novel is being shared and published for free, and I hope to receive some feedback and ideas. Thank you.