Author's Note

I like what I did with this story.

Tragic Rebirth (Edited)

Perspective: Ancient Dig
Within an underground complex, my team of archaeologists and myself are preparing a file to watch on the history of this place and its research. We didn't know what to expect from this but we were ready to see it.

To our savior or to the person who awoke him, we are forever grateful to his service. If his chamber is opened, then either his enemies have reemerged in a time later than our own and they must be silenced again before they harm the residents or he is needed to save us once more or your kind. This recording is not just for posterity, it is our history of our mistake and his tale of heroism and sacrifice, for he had to sacrifice his humanity to save ours.

In the year 199X, the governments of the world, after settling on a truce, as rigid as it was, formed the United Nations Assembly, a place where nations can gather and discuss the problems of the world. They gathered for the first time and brought a collective problem to order, the death of nations from famine and sickness, the greatest threats of the world collectively. Thousands to tens of thousands were dying from sickness and disease that could not be cured at the time and more from famine due to drought, flood or worse, either due to poverty or nature's cruelty.

In 199X, research, regarding how to alleviate this problem, was being conducted to end the cycle when, in 199X, research for a biomechanical creature, no larger than a molecule, was being conducted on human cells that had been cultivated from stem cells. These creatures were tested day and night in multiple fields from physical therapy, to curing sickness and possibly cancer, to conditioning enhancements and possibly more. Each different cell type was tested including the one that was thought to be the most difficult to treat, brain cells. Unexpectedly, the cultivated micro cells had fully reconstructed the damaged cells and restored the organ systems leading to one, final, experiment. The organ systems were placed in a single tank with the micro cells still active as a full human body was constructed with these biomechanical cells and incidentally making a unique human altogether. These micro cells, from the molecular on up, were dubbed Organites.

On the same year, the Organites were carefully constructed to be the perfect marriage of technology and biology and programmed with the basic function of incorporating non-organic compounds and materials into the human cells, increasing their survival rate and effective life cycle by making them the perfect marriage of biology and technology as well. This was the blessed birth of the Cyber Human, human beings that have taken on all of the qualities of the two fields that defined them, making their race, as individuals and as a whole, much greater than the sum of their separate parts.

As we know, time advances and life advances with it. As the Organites divided, from the molecular level on up, their construction became more effectively organic as the cells and microcells worked in tandem to improve the host, making them effectively adapting creatures for multiple situations if not all situations. This was not to last as humanity became something less than human and by exchange they became something more. Humanity had evolved into something entirely different as they took on a different appearance over the course of a few short years.

In 20XX, war broke out as it always did, but without the restriction of sickness and hunger, the wars waged for much longer as humans died and were replaced gradually. Human bodies became warped and twisted in shape and form, some dispersing into multiple entities, never to be whole again. It was nightmarish as the human race died out in one war, thus became the tragic birth of the Orgamech as their cells from the molecular level on up, became more and more grotesque. This infighting lasted until 20XX, when the remainder of the most humane Orgamechs, begged and pleaded for a cease fire. This request was headed as the war ceased in 20XX when all Orgamechs ceased fighting, deactivating their weapons.

This peace did not last as the Orgamechs resumed their world wide war in 20XX when they demanded to rule. Many were terrified, thinking they would be next until a young soul stood up to defend itself from death and participated in the carnage as a separate entity and force. The body changing into the manifestation of humanity's rage and revengeance, forming and growing weapons of unthinkable power. Wings from his body shone with the radiance of any bright star, swords gleaming with clarity that rivaled his untarnished resolved, shields and armor that had the same fortitude as his unyielding heart and powerful forms restricted in construction by only his resilient and creative mind. His devastating power could be seen across the land, sea and air. The battle field, which was everything and everywhere, bathed in the light of retribution as all of the mutated, irrational Orgamechs were destroyed.

The fight reigned for XX years as Orgamechs were ripped, sliced, gunned down, blown apart and completely eviscerated as their blood littering the ground or rain from the sky with body parts ranging from torn fibers to whole viscera laying across the battle field in varied sizes and at the center, standing atop the bodies, is the young being who took up arms and committed to genocide, like an apostle of war, fury and death, for the rest of what remained of humanity. His name, while unknown, would be forever remember as he was dubbed the Genocide Savior.

More time passed as the year 20XX rolled in. The Genocide Savior was immortalized by the public, as tales of his heroism were spread through novels, comics, tv shows and even word of mouth. In truth, he was sealed in a cryopod, never to be opened unless he was needed. His legend would be remembered as children and adults give thanks to the era of peace he has brought. For his bravery, all media would be stored in a server room for him to use, for ideas and inspiration so as to bless and ease the minds of those too afraid to stand on their own.

Thank you hero, you have given us strength, but you, for your sacrifice, will be bestowed our knowledge. Thank you.

The server room the recording spoke of was nowhere to be seen if one was to look. In truth the files had, more than likely, eroded from age or the servers themselves suffered too much from the elements. This was all that remained in the time of old, the young man from years past as, by the laws of nature, he was older than any creature.

"Something older than the princess... is in this pod." I was caught in a loop. Take the chance and open the pod or try to take the whole thing to Canterlot for display. I hadn't a clue which was better and staying here debating it wasn't going to help. Thankful, by a brief look over, the unit looked self operated and separate from everything else. We took the disks with us after careful extraction and loaded the pod on a cart fitted with metal parts for better suspension and handling.

We left the site with disks for information transfer, a few parts from the servers for Crypt to study, categorize and use and the creature in the tank would be put on display, seeing as waking him is not an option. However, we did not see the scene that was about to unfold as the my team was being followed and the tank was thawing off.