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The Marshamals Book 1: Chapter 1: Proposing The Thoughts Of Frankenstein

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The story is a very long one, so to not make you have to scroll down to reach the comments section, I put the different sections in different spoilers. Each chapter is roughly 15 pages long on a google doc, so it'll be a lot to read. It would be nice to receive some criticism (hopefully constructive) but reading it is enough. Actually reading it is a very good thing; no one I know has ever read the entire thing besides me, the creator. So enjoy I guess!
Also, it'd be nice if you could point out any mistakes I make.

Basic Intro To Story: Claude is a scientist,eager to escape his life at the sewers who encounters a machine. The machine possesses the ability to restore and give life, and what ensues is a giant conflict. This sci-fi story bases itself around the questions of life, on it's value, meaning and evaluation.


Welcome To The World! (First 2 sections)

Earth, the planet which you inhabit, was declared uninhabitable in the year 2768. After 3 more world wars, the world was in shambles, pieces scattered all throughout. There were several events beforehand, that which no scientist at Area 51, no man of the future could even begin to explain. Of what can be explained, was only bad news for the humans of the planet. They had used too many fossil fuels, and despite their attempts to stop the boulder rolling, the momentum was too much, and it destroyed the Earth. Wars then came, atomic bombs turning all of Asia, and parts of the Middle East into nuclear wastelands.

Then in the year 2313, the Cataclysmic events occurred, a series of rapidly progressing events that utterly destroyed the Earth. Fires, climate change and the creation of several mutants led to many people shutting themselves indoors. There were a few outbreaks, like the reoccurrence of the dancing epidemic in 2380, the poo flu of 2755, the sewer virus of 2992 and the parasitic zombie worm, but it was rather uneventful until around 2512. During that time several events led to the release of several experiments from Area 51, such as several knockout rats, who didn’t have magical powers nor were hideous in appearance. In 2666 everyone but two men disappeared, and the following year they caused another world war. It wasn’t much really, but they were the entire world’s population of human, so it still counts.

In 2845 The Wipe occurred, a mysterious moment when all of the human’s technologies were replaced by a different type of technology. After that, another World War took place, one involving advanced quantum technology. The last event was in 3012, a meteor storm ironically killed all the meteorologists.

They don’t know when but one day all the females on the surface of the earth disappeared, but they know who caused it. Jonathan Adams, a billionaire who decided to start playing chess with the universe caused it. He was long dead when the main character of this story was around, but yet he still controlled the world, and this story is the story of how his plan worked, but also of the creation of a new species that would enact his plan.

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However, this story starts in the oddest of places. It is one about living marshmallow creatures, but we’ll get to that later. For now, the scientist Claude awoke in bed, smelling the same smell every day. He had gotten used to the stench of his odious coat and home. The water at his feet was the only water he had, so he scrubbed his hands in the sewage water and walked to the exit. Claude walked over to the ladder in his sewage home, feeling a bit sleepy as he was every morning.

The sewers weren’t as extensive as before, there were incidents and some parts were sealed off. The main tunnel connected all of the places together, one end being the emergency exit, heavily sealed by a metal mechanism and the other being his window to the open world. Every room had a hole leading to the outside world, but all were sealed with Claude’s devices and had no ladder for a human to climb. His devices would scan the human who got up, and open and seal when it was required. He could seal any lid manually using a computer at a tunnel extension which curved back to the main tunnel on both ends.

There were rooms in his sewer house, as it was mentioned before, there is the computer room that loops back to the main tunnel. Claude’s bedroom was a smaller room along the left side a few feet down from the computer room. His storage area was a huge room that used to be the control room for the entire sewers, there he put anything of use and his food. He also had a few bookshelves in the main tunnel which he had no idea where to put. Finally was Claude’s laboratory room, the size of two of his storage rooms was where Claude tested chemical combinations that might help him. So far all he had been able to make were neurotoxins and a precipitate that made his food taste a bit better.

He felt a bit hungry, he told himself he wouldn’t have to face HIM. Hopefully HIM wouldn’t notice Claude. He quietly began to crawl out, using his hunger to force him out of the sewer. He climbed up, first his head came out, then very slowly his body. He felt the easy breath of a sleeping HIM. He was lucky the thing was asleep, now he could finally get something to eat other than rats.

Broccoli would be nice, but he knew it didn’t exist anymore, along with these things called fruit. He remembered one particular delectable, Ice-cream. He had had one before, his dad had given it as a christmas present. Claude remembered that day, particularly his father, he remembered he was particularly worried about something. He never got to ask his father, for his father died within a few days after.

He poked his head out on the surface, slowly clambering out in a wary manner, making sure HIM wasn’t anywhere nearby. Claude walked through the remains of the city, only a few skyscrapers stood standing, with 3-story houses scattered along the streets of the city. Claude slipped on his gas mask, seeing how the skies were beginning to swirl, which could mean the gases up there could sink down here. The sky was a dark gray, and it was especially black at night; but there was very little difference in the two most of the times, so Claude and the others slept when they felt like it.

Claude watched a crow fly around, squawking with one of it’s heads and finding food with the other. The seas churned around the waste that they had all dumped, there was no fixing the sea of muck. As far as Claude could remember, the seas were like that; but he had heard stories about a time when the sea was a different color, and people liked to go in it. They were stories, Claude reassured himself, he hadn’t missed out on anything. He’d also heard of a time when buildings were just giant boxes, which seemed absurd to him. The buildings around him resembled metal waterdrops, a design he preferred more than the twizzler-towers he’d heard Aegbis had.

Claude walked up to one particular building, all boarded up with metal plates to protect against HIM and all the others. He knocked on the door, and said “Registry: Claude the Human”, now reassured, the man let him in the shop, telling him to come in quickly. Silly as it might seem, there was once a time when these strange beings would copy another’s voice to get someone to open the door. They could only copy, so using this they were able to distinguish when there was one of the imitators.

The man inside was a business-type man, gruff voice, serious tone, never smiling. Claude picked up some hard-tack and mush,and he looked over at the chicken behind the glass counter, longing that savory taste. Used to chickens were plentiful, but a few years ago they went extinct. Nowadays, it was rare to even get one bite of that delicious meat. But Claude had gotten used to that a long time ago.

Claude now headed out, hustling to get in his home, the sewers. He rushed by a few boarded-up buildings, and made it to Metros Street. He looked at where HIM used to be, the blood drained from his circulatory system as he realized where HIM was. A gush of warm air was sensed on his back. A pause and another gust came from behind. Claude stood still, hoping HIM didn’t sense him there.

HIM smelled the air, a nice meaty tinge was in the air, what could it be? HIM gnashed his teeth, and licked the air. He stepped over Claude, not noticing him, and began to start his attack-run. He started, head down, claws retracted in a bit. He bounded once, twice, his tail swinging back and forth, he ran faster and faster. He then leaped 30ft in the air, extended his claws fully and swung out his head, gaping at a 180 degree angle. He landed on top of seemingly air, but the air flickered, and began to produce smoke. Out of the blue, or black in this case, a car appeared, dragging along the ground due to a malfunction in one of its propellers.

The vehicle had a design that was rather aerodynamic but tall due to the fact that there were a few humans inside. It resembled the design of a dragster, having a sleek body as one but instead of a fender it had giant turbines that helped power the vehicle’s engine. The bottom was lined with 4 half-circles that had a design much like a pillbug does, forcing out air so fast it ignited it into a powerful jet of fire below. The creature began to dig into the truck, breaking the circuitry in the walls that had kept the car invisible before.

The people inside got to the back of the truck and engaged the teleporter. Claude took this as his chance and ran to the entrance of his sewers and knocked for it to open. HIM ripped off the lid off the back, only to be greeted with a bright flash of light that left him stunned for a few seconds. Claude had slipped back into the sewers, and shut the entrance using the computer. HIM was angry at losing his meal, and angrily tore off bits of the truck and supplies.

He then tried to find Claude, who had disappeared, and roared out with all his strength. Disappointed, he patrolled angrily around the city. Claude was lucky to have lived, although he didn’t know why the thing had passed over him as if he were invisible. Claude sat down on his bed, adrenaline still pumping through his system, thinking about what had occurred that day. It wasn’t the only time that Menace had not been able to see Claude, maybe it was luck, but there was definitely something fishy going on.

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Area 51 (Next 3 sections)

Mac sighed, he wished he could save these projects. Zacharias was already packing up what he could save, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the rescue department. Mac had picked two vials, jammed them in his suitcase, and switched the emergency call lever. He knew that they were approaching, but he just had to take one long look.The roof shook, powder falling to the ground, chemicals spewed along the floor, as if trying to save themselves in vain. Mac leaned against a wall, trying to keep his breath normal, they could sense hyperventilating.

There was a knock at the door, Zacharias eagerly opened the door, smiling and began to say “Hello, I-” . There was a loud bang, and he fell to the ground. Mac sat down, wedging him among the vial tray and laboratory equipment. A man came in, followed by one of the lab experiments. He smiled, his hoodie casting a shadow over his eyes.

“Get the tray.” He aimed a long barrel at Mac, then pretended to shoot, and smiled. The laboratory experiment grabbed the tray, and as he began to pull it out a hole in the roof appeared. Plasma orbs rained down from the roof on the man and the experiment. The creature was hit in the torso and windpipe, he howled out in pain. The man ran, hurtling over shelves, crates and other things in his way down the hall. He aimed his gun back, firing at random intervals in hopes of warding off the men.

Mac was still trapped with the beast, its horrendous head gnashing at him. Mac grabbed the acid from the tray, and tossed it at the beast only known to him as D-56. Instantly the beast recoiled, writhing in an agony that would make a grown man weep until he got dehydrated. The Rescue Squad grabbed Mac, and Zacharias, along with their luggage, and loaded them in the Hydraulic Crawler.

The hatch closed, and the nurse inside tended to the few acid burns Mac had. Zacharias was dead, but died not a normal death. Inside him, the parasite churned, getting ready to place itself in the brain of its latest victim. The crawler slowly maneuvered through the fallen tunnels of Area 51.



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Claude sighed, he was out of good food… again. HIM had started to become more intelligent. The giant lizard had attacked buildings lately, managing to find hundreds of people in each building it destroyed. The city had once been abundant with people, cars and people supposedly walked in the streets. The world began to become more terrible, and out of this pollution, came HIM. HIM was one of the most genetically adaptable species on the planet thanks to what Area 51 did to the lizard as a baby. His genes were changed drastically during his time on the polluted earth, adapting for HIM to be an incredibly durable lizard. To add to his genes, he was once in the radiozone, a patch of radioactive land that was desert of life since the war.

One day, when the sky was completely dark, there was a loud scream, and HIM charged into this area. No one knows why, but HIM would be able to detect people in cars, but not in buildings. Turns out, this was something he had faked. Claude had been living in the sewers since the city began, or to be more accurate when people began hiding in the city. Claude was a poor small orphan child then, who loved science and still had a partial family and some friends.

People could only stay in buildings, so farms were abandoned. Soon, they relied on canned foods, but now the taste of vegetables and fruits was rare. He had heard stories in which every day the kids would eat things like broccoli and complain. But those were stories, Claude reassured himself, no one would deny the watery flavor of broccoli. Claude didn’t know how, but he also heard about creatures that could make food. The words seemed strange when he said them. Cow. He preferred the name Cattle instead.

Then one day all the creatures stationed at the cities all of a sudden could detect the people inside the buildings. They began to destroy the buildings and pick out the screaming people. HIM still hadn’t gotten that ability yet. But the delivery trucks were one thing he could find with ease. They were supposed to be invisible to anything, but apparently that too was failing.

Claude knew he had to help his world in some way, but how? All he could do was electrocute civilians during his chemical experiments. He could also make trash burst into flames, but this was only occasionally, and he didn’t know how it happened. He decided that today he was going to learn about the past. So far it was pretty interesting. Seemingly there were these creatures claiming to be humans in the 21st century that if left alone didn’t know how to survive.

Claude called them parasites. Civilians called them “Popular” at that time, it was an interesting word. Claude kept a collection of books in his sewer so he could read while he was waiting for HIM to go. So today Claude selected a book called Architecture Today: Area 51 and more . Claude read a section about Area 51. They had made escape tunnels spanning throughout every room in case if a breach happened.

Crawlers were stationed in special rooms so they could use the tunnels to save everyone. But when he got back, Claude decided to just go to sleep. After today’s ordeal, he was extremely tired, and he hoped that one day he could do something to save the human race. But for now he reminded himself, he was tired and needed rest.


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The nurse tended to Mac, having wrapped a blanket around him. The men moved the crawler’s legs carefully through the emergency tunnels. “We’re stopping here!” The driver yelled, pulling a lever to open the crawler’s bottom hatch. Instantly lasers cut out a hole in the tunnel that led to another room. The room was full of experiment D-87’s, vicious chameleon-like creatures. They had been made in an attempt to use the Axolotl’s regeneration, but instead, they had grown too much. Now they were massive lizards who had grown multiple tongues.

There were 5 men ready to jump down and blast the living pulp out of anything that moved. The lizards had crawled onto a table and were trying to pull the scientists into their mouths. One lizard stopped and faced the men. The men jumped down as one lizard snatched one of the soldiers into his stomach. The others shot the lizards and made them blow up.

The scientists were loaded into the crawler, the hatch closed and it crawled away. They made a few more stops. The next was at the lunch room where they found bodies crushed under the fallen roof. They then visited the hospital. It was full of unharmed but sick people. They were all loaded into the back of the crawler. It was on their 4th stop when trouble arose.

The dead body of Zacharias began to twitch, and Mac noticed that. The crawler began to drill through the roof of another room when the corpse clasped the nurse’s heel. The corpse then began to start foaming out CO2 , whose skin slowly being consumed. The corpse now arose and began to pull the nurse towards him. The guards were too busy trying to ward away the corpse’s focus when the hatch opened, revealing the room below.

In the room lay experiment D-7, a toxic sludge. The creature had before been a slime mold, but now it was a moving slime, able to launch spores at any target. The creature shot the men, they all began forming yellow scale-like mold on their necks. The spores began growing, covering all the men’s body in a thick coat of sludge. The men all collapsed, unable to sustain themselves upright, and turned into a thick soupy sludge. Mac quickly tossed Zacharias’ body into the room and scooped the sludge out as fast as he could.

But it was too late. D-7 shot the remaining men and crawled into the crawler tunnel. From there it released all the spores it could and died. The man who killed Zacharias stepped out into the room and picked up a few bottles, reading the labels on them. He put them down, and not able to find the bottle he was trying to find ran to the next room.

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A Crash To Seal The Future (Next 4 Sections)

Cody tried to steer the angler ship, but he was no pilot. Spot was attaching ropes to the machine, getting ready to lower it safely at the base. Then Cody saw it: a small disturbance in the air next to him , and he knew it was over. The storm clouds they had been traveling in had so far protected them, but now they had found Cody. The ship solidified, every minute feature made to a realistic proportion. A missile struck the angler ship, and it was crushed inwards, then it rapidly expanded, bolts of energy moving to and fro.

The ship blew up into bits. Cody tried to scream, but he was falling so fast his scream was left behind for Spot to hear. The machine was going at an amazing speed, it was going to be hard for Cody to catch up. He dived like an eagle down and down, until the towers below seemed hauntingly close. Spot came in beside the machine, a hammer in hand. Cody was breathless, but he still screamed “We have to let it go!”

Spot said “Sadly, we do.” Then he whacked his hammer against the machine, furiously trying to break it. Cody tried to stop him “NO! This can save lives!”. Spot looked at Cody in a serious manner of concern. “But it can destroy them too.” Spot said solemnly. And it was as if the pursuers heard, for there was a bright flash and then the machine hit the earth in such an earth-shattering way, it split the surface and created a 100 ft crater on top of a sewer.


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Claude woke up that day to an explosion. I know some people in the world wake up tired even if they wake up to an explosion. Claude was that type of person, waking up not startled but I can’t wake up without mu coffee type of morning. He angrily eyed the man-hole whose top was destroyed. Claude was now intrigued, what could cause such a thing to occur?

He approached the hole, eyeing everything suspiciously, remembering the last time he had tried to inspect an area of his interest. He shuddered, he didn’t like the thought that the police would believe him the cause of such a thing. But he still went up, regardless of any of his fears… regardless of HIM. He peeped his head out and spotted a person to his immediate left. He ducked back down. He knew if he made a sound the person would see him. But had that guy spotted him?

This would be a question no normal person would ask under these circumstances. Claude was no normal person, being an eccentric human being himself. He also happened to have a mental disorder of sorts otherwise known as mental scarring. He knew what could have happen at this instant, and what would happen at the instant, but saw not far ahead.

The person was leaving, and that was a good thing for Claude’s mental stability. He quickly scrambled up, using his arms to launch him to the outer world. He then analyzed the area, and was quickly intrigued by the situation. Apparently, something had caused the crater to form, a meteorite? No, it couldn’t be or if not he would’ve heard the thing before it hit, considering how big the actual crater was. He spotted two dogs laying around, and to his right a flicker in the air. He turned to the disturbance, and immediately the disturbance of air moved.

Odd, he thought, still trying to put the pieces together. He then saw the machine. Quickly, Claude ran to it, hoping it might be something technologically advanced, but it wasn’t. It was simply misplaced wires, a few liquids running, pipes and readings of some sort. He had expected more, maybe since he was half hoping for aliens.

The machine was made of two platforms, connected by some field of energy that resembled a texture that of a glass. The two platforms were able to expand in width and length, and able to extend the distance between them. The same was true for the inverse, they could also shorten the distance between the two platforms. Claude knew not of these properties, but nonetheless decided it was a useful device.

He dragged the machine back into the tunnels, hoping to discover what secrets lie behind the metal plates and pipes. Maybe he should’ve not taken it back, for it would cause many bad things to happen. However, no man can resist his urge, an uttermost desire, to obtain greater items of use. Maybe it was bound to happen, all of it, but maybe, it was for the better.


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The next part of the story is located somewhere else. Considering Mac is dead, Cody and Spot are really close to Claude, we might as well add another point of view to the story. This one is of another dog, somewhere out in space.

He eyed the newly found planet with malicious anger, and said to his second-in-command,”Will it be useful?”. His second-in-command responded in the negative, exclaiming that there was little to no supplies useful for a harvest. “So many planets,” the dog began,”But yet none of these are fruitful!”. He threw down that which he held, which shattered. “I want a better planet, or you’re out!” He furiously yelled, causing his second-in-command to back off and into the hallway just outside.

Another dog burst into the room exclaiming,”They’ve found him sir! They’ve hit him sir!”. Every pupil in that room turned towards that dog and the papers that flew out of his grasp. “Sir, they’ve also found the machine that they stole from you!”. The Black Hound turned towards his servant and opened his mouth to speak.


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Claude at first was curious as to what the thing did, so he stuck in his granola bar. The machine scanned the granola bar, loaded a preset and installed it into his granola bar. Instantly the granola bar sprung out of his hands and began squirming around yelling,”LET ME GO!”. Claude pulled back, astonished and scared of his newly found powers.

He stuck in dead rats that he had found, instantly they came back to life, running off as if nothing had happened. He stuck in everything he could find in the sewers, and nearly all came to life. He was astounded, and began to think of ways this could be used! No one would have to die! He could revive once lost species that he’d heard of as a child! He was incredibly excited. His joyfulness would’ve continued if it hadn’t been for the storm.

Storms were common on the Earth nowadays, but they were incredibly deadly, the winds were that of a category 5 hurricane, and the air wasn’t breathable. Usually everyone would carry their gas masks everywhere with them to make sure they wouldn’t be caught by surprise. Storms were incredibly unexpected and sudden due to multiple reasons. The first reason is that many meteorologists had died during the storm of 012. Even if they were alive no one owned a tv in the first place, so it would’ve been useless to try and warn them. Also, the skies were always the same gray color, so when a storm formed you could only see it when it got near the ground. Also, due to global warming storms were potent and quick to occur.

Claude knew all of this from the reading he had done before the fire of 021. Claude ran to his computer room, and tapped the screen multiple times to try and shut the lids. He tapped on every single lid on his screen, but every single lid was non-responsive. The computer said the electronic wires didn’t work. Claude cursed himself, knowing he should’ve installed fiber optic cables. Claude ran throughout the sewers, shutting the lids and sealing them with the new air-tight technology he had installed. He was poor, but that doesn’t mean Claude didn’t steal every now and then.

He was going to get the last lid when a powerful gale sent Claude backwards into his own machinery. Then he heard the sound of heavy breathing only a large spiked lizard makes. Some called HIM a menace, and that was his names at time, but right now HIM was a danger. The lizard was too heavy to be picked up by the winds, and powerful enough to tear the sewers apart; it was by sheer luck that which Claude hadn’t been found yet.

It was too late by then, Claude knew it was. He did what any sane man would do in that situation; he ran. He knew his way around the sewer, and would hopefully figure out how to get out before the lizard got him. He ran as fast as he could down the sewers, hearing the cracking of stone as the beast was let into the sewers. Hiding behind a pillar, Claude began to look at what he had that could distract the creature.

He had a book, a knife, two vials of different chemicals, and a gas mask. The creature inspected the computer monitors, as if it actually understood what they were transmitting to him. Then Menace walked down the hallway, passing Claude and into the laboratory. He stepped on a piece of glass that had come from Claude’s chemistry kit. Claude chucked his book into a corner next to the creature, and instantly it leaped into that corner. As it did, Claude ran to his computers and opened the emergency door.

Menace had heard Claude as he began to leave, and as he turned towards Claude began to run towards him. Claude slid under one of his shelves of books, which Menace simply threw to the side of the tunnel. The emergency exit was opening ahead, a series of iron bar gates that guarded another pipe. Claude tripped as the creature lunged into the air on top of him. He turned over and held out the knife so it would hit the creature’s heart.

It was impaled into the creature, but didn’t kill him, only making him angry. Claude tossed one of his vials towards the lizard, smashing it into his face. Instantly the lizard recoiled, the neurotoxin was beginning to make the lizard feel pain. Claude was feeling it also, but he knew that it was only going to cause pain but no injury whatsoever. He then tossed the other one, which exploded as soon as it shattered, hurtling the lizard back deeper into the sewer.

He had successfully killed the lizard, so he went back to the computer to shut the emergency door down. As soon as he got near the place, he noticed that the lizard had been knocked in between the machine’s two disks. Claude then turned to take heel, but the machine revived HIM far faster than Claude could, and a claw tripped Claude.

The creature was furious at Claude, who was attempting to get away and out the emergency exit. Then from the hole that which Menace came from, a light was emitted. And from the remnants of what lay the Earth, whose former self was but a shadow to the new world, in the midst of the storm, was a dog. And the dog for whatever reason he did so think right, came down into the area of liquid disposal, and did a simple action. He threw a rock at the beast. It was just a rock that it took, and Claude fled, the creature hot at his heels.

As he slid into the smaller pipe known as his escape hole, Menace had left his sewers and was outside, chasing after an easier prey. Claude slid down thru the pipes until he arrived outside in the sea. The sea was like a giant mass of putty, acting more like quicksand than water, and he would’ve drowned. It was sheer luck that a ship crashed next to him and sent him onto shore, where he could finally consume oxygen as he pleased. It was that night that defined the doom of the human species and the life of Claude.


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Luck and Life (Next 3 sections)

It is an interesting thing life is. When you ask a human to define it, they resort a dictionary or associate it with some spiritual significance. But when you look deeper into life, you find it is the same as a pile of dung, but how then is life defined? You could say all life grows, but there are some islands that grow, and if you look deeper what is growing? Is it getting bigger? No it isn’t, some tadpoles are larger than frogs, but they still grow into frogs. Growing is the process of time moving forth and acting upon a creature to achieve eventual maturity.

Some jellyfish then according to this, grow then ungrow and regrow back. So it’s obviously not this. Is life then something that responds to stimuli? Some substances can respond to stimuli, but aren’t considered alive. I guess it’s one of those things that humans think they can feel and sense, but there is no clear definition. However, all life is is a program written in chemicals inside of a material body.

To create life is no easy task for humans, they know not yet all the secrets hidden in a body. But if you did do it, would it be considered alive? If you turned a rock into an animate being, who talks to you, would he be alive? Rocks aren’t considered living things, so is he something else? Does simply encoding him make him something else? It isn’t something special he possesses, he just happened to be alive.

Many humans consider themselves to have a purpose on this earth. They believe anything created has a purpose, but does it really? Humans can say iron was made for humans to use in their mechanisms, but iron is on other planets, and no human has used it, nor is it reachable. It just happened to be there. If we did create life like Claude did, what is its purpose? Is it for our pride? For our inspiration? Why do people want to create life?


They don’t seem to realize that many horrors come from life. If you created anything, it would have to fit into the ecosystem, and if it didn’t it's either extinction or an entire eco systemic failure. For some reason many people say we shouldn’t do it and give examples as Zombies, Frankenstein’s Monster and the sort. It would help humans create new things, but it would help destroy others. And if you could turn someone alive again?

Death would be meaningless, we would become careless, and when the machine quit working we’d all die. However, you could save the most brilliant of minds,(excluding Albert Einstein, whose brain was chopped into a gazillion pieces for others to examine) and no one would have to die! Imagine the profits of the company who owned it. However, this machine was only a start of the problem, the other problem is the new race it would create.



The Marshamals

(Epic moosix!)




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Claude was confused by the storm. In normal times,as it was considered, a storm this size would bring back down the harmful chemicals in the air with it, making Claude have to wear the gas mask. The gases would kill Claude within seconds, but for some reason it didn’t seem like this storm even brought CO2 with it. Claude slipped on the gas mask anyway, he didn’t think his life was worth risking. They said the Earth was uninhabitable, but it was ; just incredibly hard to survive. The others had already gone to Mars to begin colonizing it, the rest who weren’t wealthy enough had stayed.

Claude walked through the storm, ignoring the ship still floating in the sea, trying to find his apartment inside of the main fortified building. All the buildings had to be fortified, boarded up and installed with air filters and air lock doors, along with some structural support with an alloy. Claude trekked through the storm and noticed something peculiar, the sky above the storm was a weird color, normally the sky would be dark with the sun barely peeking in through curtains of black fabric. It was . . . blue? He never knew that the sky could be blue, he’d heard stories, but it couldn’t be true.

There were white groups of smoke in the sky, except they moved differently than actual smoke did. Claude was intrigued by this new discovery, when a light appeared in the center of it steps began to fold out. Claude tried to duck under something, scramble behind a rock or do anything to not be seen, but it was far too late. The creature from within the ship had seen him, and began to walk down the steps as the storm ceased to continue. “Claude, is it not?” The being knew the human’s name, which was eerie itself. Claude tried to run away from the being, being the only thing logical any human being would be doing.

The entity stepped from the ladder, and as he did so, Claude began to rise from the ground in the same position. The being seemed to be amused by Claude’s frantic scramblings and began to move him around the air in a playful manner. “Have you seen anything around here lately? Claude.” The being addressed Claude, and put him back on the ground facing towards the source of the sound. Claude was in shock, and was barely able to stutter,”N-no”. The dog stepped down in front of him, his black fur a texture of coal and his eyes seemed to swallow light as it passed near them. “We can do this the easy way,” The dog grabbed a weapon and aimed it at Claude,”Or we can do this the hard way.”.

Claude raised his hands in the air and said,”What do you want?”. The dog thought for a bit and said,”We are looking for a machine we dropped. Show me where it is and your life shall be spared.”. Claude knew exactly what he meant, but he tried to pretend he didn’t and said,”What machine?”. The hound responded,”A machine that can create life, it resembles an hourglass. Now show me where you put it.”. Claude knew all attempts were useless, so he began to lead them to his sewer-rooms. The wind roared past with such velocity, but it only went up, as if something were sucking it up.

Claude walked through the town, the dog behind him and a few of his minions following. Claude began to see if there was anything he could try and do to not let them have the machine, but one glance at their futuristic weapons stopped those ideas. “If you guys made it, then why not make another one?” Claude asked aloud. “We’re out of supplies.” One of the soldiers stated. Claude saw the main entrance into the sewers, broken from Menace’s attack. Menace. Claude began to become nervous, what if the lizard hadn’t gotten out? Maybe it was still in the sewers.

They all circled around the sewer entrance, as they were about to go in Claude said,”It might not be safe.”. They all turned towards him, and he continued,”A lizard got in there.”. “A lizard won’t harm you. Just go in there you chickens.” The dog ordered. They all clambered down into the sewers, Claude being the last and most wariest of them all. Claude peered around the sewers, but there was no trace of the lizard in the abandoned sewage system. The dogs quickly found the machine, since it was the strongest source of light in the entire sewers.

They lugged it towards the entrance, and set it down in front of Claude’s feet. “Well done. Now we can go home and escape this miserable planet.”. The dog signalled towards Claude and said,”Stand inside the platform.”. Claude asked,”Why should I?”, as that was said the dogs pounced on him, attempting to shove him inside the chamber of the machine. The dog began to ascend without using the ladder and said,”You know too much. We’ll just make it so you can’t speak or write.”. Claude tried to pull his head out from in between the two platforms, but the dogs were too heavy and strong, and his head fell in.

Then there was a loud growl emanating from above ground, and all stood still. The leader of the dogs stopped ascending, he floated still, waiting for the creature to show itself. The growl didn’t at all sound like Menace’s growl, it was more of a dog-like growl. Claude knew the creature was coming, he knew the thing well. The thing had lived before in a different city, but being a serpent it could travel easily through the water and to other places. Claude used to live in that city a long time ago, but the creature seemed to know some of its inhabitants moved to this one and made stops here every other month.

Seaborg clamped its jaws over the alpha’s head, attempting to crunch it with its robotic left side. The flamethrowers began to burn away at the alpha dog’s head as he punched the serpent back. The rest of the body dropped into the sewers as it released its grip from the dog’s head, recoiling from unmeasurable pain. Menace wasn’t slow to follow, quickly lunging at the soldiers from a darkened sewer tunnel. Claude grabbed the machine and began to climb up the ladder, with the machine on top of his head. Claude climbed all the way to the top and pushed the machine out onto the street, but as he exited the sewers, a claw grabbed him.

Menace wanted another snack, and he pulled it closer to his unslaked mouth. His claw sunk in deep into Claude’s foot, causing Claude to scream in pain. Seaborg was below, battling the alpha, lunging towards it using its rockets, and attempting to make a meal out of this thing. The alpha dog stood still and began to concentrate. All around him, the walls began to shake, the ceiling began to crack as a massive reppellence above pushed the structure down. Seaborg lunged at him, but missed and crashed into a wall as the sewers collapsed below. Menace’s tail was hit by the falling ceiling and he sprung back, letting go of Claude’s foot in the process.Claude looked over the edge of the newly formed ditch, only enough to see it but knew he had to go far away from that place, far away.

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All Cody heard was the beeping of the reader of his own heart. He didn’t know where he was or how he was still alive, but he was somehow from that fall. He opened his eyes, seeing people rushing around him, and fell asleep. He didn’t know how long it was but he remembered beforehand of a flash, and then he fell asleep. Once again he opened his eyelids to the morning sun, but it was different. It was a meek thing, barely any brighter than an incandescent light bulb. He heard someone tell him everything was going to be fine, there were screams and wails, then once again he fell asleep.

He woke up a bit drowsy, there was the sound of explosions, he was falling . . . “Wake up!” He heard someone scream. Then he fell asleep. There was a ringing noise, Cody opened his eyes to find himself in a hospital bed with the officials of his planet around him. The ringing kept going, they said some words, unrecognizable to Cody himself. Then one of them managed to snap him out of it, telling him,”Cody, you are lucky to be alive.”


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New Terrain (Last 4 Sections) End Of Chapter

Claude found the delivery truck Menace had unhooded before this entire event, and began to scramble up the front of it. The truck resembled one belonging to a hospital, except for the fact that the only way in was the two doors that were at the front. These trucks were made to get in near proximity of a city without being heard or seen and teleport the supplies the rest of the way. It was too expensive to just teleport it all that far, so the trucks got as close as possible without having to mess with each city’s monster/creature.

Claude clambered into the back of the truck, being the teleporter of food items. Claude knew that they had teleported live things before, but half of the time they came out either dead or mentally ill. He knew where he needed to go, the metropolitan area, which was a good 7,500 ish miles away. Claude got into the front seat of the truck and began to turn it on and check all the energy levels. “Computer! Check energy levels.” Claude said, which was immediately responded with a feminine voice,”Energy level at 87%”. Claude knew how to operate this vehicle from his time at the first city, before they banished him from there.

“How much energy will I use if I teleport me to Aegbis?” Claude asked, starting the car’s engine. “That would use 50% of the system’s energy.” The voice informed him. Claude thought for a bit, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to go through the wormhole. He had heard stories of people who went through there and where (like Claude) banished from Granholi due to their insanity. He looked at the side-view mirrors, and spotted one of the creatures emerging from the collapsed sewers. Claude grabbed a few things from the dash along with a few chemicals he might need.

“Set up the teleporter.” Claude ordered, and climbed into the back, along with the machine. The voice informed him that it was ready, and Claude ordered it to begin teleportation. The teleporter began to glow, shining out like a beacon in all the smog. Claude heard a loud roar, then the back of the truck was torn off by an angered Menace. Menace raised his claws up in the air, readying to strike as Claude held his arms out to try and prevent that attack.

Then, the world began to change, becoming darker and darker, until all was dark. Claude's eyes were useless, but he had expected something else. Usually in movies going through a wormhole would have color, there would be bright tubes to outline the wormhole and space around. Here there was nothing. No light penetrated into this, since light is the only thing humans can see all the other stuff in this universe was black. Then Claude began to see terrains fly by and below, above and through him. There were creatures with long hairs being hunted by hairy men, and Menaces who walked on two feet.

Claude thought this wasn’t going to be so bad after all, but then it hit the age of humans. The terrain began to become distorted, more real, and that was when Claude realized what he had seen before was his own brain creating things to see. Wormholes bend through space and time, so what Claude saw was a curved and more hilly version of the terrain. He saw a bomb drop, children crying, more and more fell. Time went forward, smoke filled the skies, time went back, the skies were blue

Then Claude saw them, and he began to cry. His parents screamed, there was a crunch, then it flickered forward in time, and Claude watched as his brother died. Time went back, and he watched his father comfort him as he cried in his bed. Time went forward, his brother ran into the building, Claude couldn’t bear this. “Don’t go!” He screamed, but he knew they wouldn’t listen, he watched as his brother ran into that building, and never return as a billowing cloud took his life.

Claude began to weep, he couldn’t bear the pain. He watched 9/11, as people died, he saw millions of jews murdered in a few seconds. The wormhole decided to put one more thing upon Claude’s mind, and as he looked up, he watched his only friend try to get into the sewers. Claude was motioning for him to run, but as his friend was within a few yards, Menace leaped out from behind and ate Claude’s only friend. It was too much pain for anyone to bear, and within a few seconds he blacked out.

There was a ringing in his ears, and he awoke in the platform at Aegbis. Claude looked around, hoping for signs of human activity, there was none. He looked around the station, the poles with their paint peeling off, train tracks leading to the outer world, and the booth which still had maps. Claude lugged over the machine near the booth and took a map to analyze. The map was too torn and faded out for Claude to even read. However, after some digging through the booth Claude managed to find a hand-drawn map of the facility, but not of the city itself.


The Marshamals Book 1: Chapter 1: Proposing The Thoughts Of Frankenstein


Claude examined the map, and he noted the scratched out markings. One of them reading Lung or Dung, and near it was one that said “Breeding Grounds”. On the other side, there was a room that also had the label ‘Breeding Grounds’, but it was circled, and not crossed out like the other one. He looked at the ‘Lung/Dung’ room, it also had a circled label,’Tafectorum Hive’. Maybe this thing was one of the creatures he had heard of that made food? That wouldn’t explain why it was called the Lung/Dung, nor why there was a tree drawn in the area. Claude could’ve kept examining the map, but it was then that he heard footsteps of three men.

Claude looked up to find three alarmed men with weapons, and he stood up, raising his hands in the air, as was custom. The men all wore black suits, parts of which were invisible. They all had different colored pants and shirts, the only similarity between them other than the vests were the weapons. Each had a baton thing clipped to their sides, with a few unrecognizable contraptions also strapped there as well. The guns they held were more of a pen than anything else, being slender and black, but nonetheless possessing some quality of destruction.

“Are you one of them?!” One of the men asked him, motioning his gun as if to emphasize its existence. Claude replied,”What do you mean?”. The other two men began to circle around him, aiming their weapons at him muttering things like,”Sure doesn’t seem like one” or “Maybe they’ve evolved.”. Claude turned his attention towards the two other men, but was quickly yelled at by the first,”Hey! I’m talking to you!”. Claude looked at him, being utterly confused by whom the person was trying to find.

“Poke him.” The guy demanded. One of the soldiers got a black rod and poked Claude in the chest, causing him to recoil from the electric shock. They all looked attentively at his chest, as if they were waiting for an alien to protrude its snout from there. “He’s good as human!” the man finally exclaimed,”The name is Chester, yours?”. Claude shook Chester’s hand and told him,”My name is Claude.”. The man turned to the other two men and said,”Say hello to 20% of this city’s population! This guy here is Leonard and the other is George.”. They all shook hands, greeting the stranger as if they’d known him for days.

Claude was a bit shocked by the fact that they didn’t ask where he was from, they were simply relieved he was a human. Chester led Claude to the tunnel and stopped at the entrance. Claude kept walking, but was quickly pulled next to Chester by Chester himself, with George and Leonard on the other side. “Is anyone there?” A voice called from within the tunnels. Claude turned towards Chester, who mouthed to him that they had to be quiet.

A man came out from the tunnels and saw Leonard and said,”I’m sorry, I’m lost. I came from Granholi.”. Chester came from behind and asked the man,”Are you one of them?”, which was immediately responded with one of his eyes twitching. “He is!!” Yeled George and immediately thrust the rod into the man’s chest, which didn’t do anything to the creature itself. The man grabbed the rod and told the others calmly,”We update ourselves you know, Chester.”. With this, he thrust his hand forwards at George which branched out into small spikes that went through George’s body.

“You are a useful identity.” The man calmly stated and George began to scream. He began to flake away into small reddish blackish scales that were absorbed by the main creature, who then began to flicker and finally look like George. “Tell me again why you ask the question,” the creature asked as Chester and Leonard began to shoot at the creature,”if you already know who I am.”. “There are two of us left, and only 9 of you. Before the incident there were 10,560 of you, and only 102 of us, but we still killed those 10,550 with only 100 of us. We know our chances Mr.Fellon, and Heather knew it.”. Chester looked incredibly hurt, and yelled,”You have no right to call me that, nor say her name.”.

“You are sadly mistaken, for I have the only right.”, then the creature grabbed both the guns by using its extensive tentacle flake arms and turned them to point both men. “You know the bullets only dent my armor.” The creature exclaimed, throwing away the guns into the nearest trash-can. Claude took out the toxin he had found in the truck from before and ran straight at the creature, who impaled him using its arms. Claude jabbed the syringe into the arm, and smiled. “You should’ve talked less.” Claude told the creature as it writhed in pain from the neurotoxin’s release.

The creature let go of Claude, covering his face as he moaned out with pain, backing away as he disintegrated into the small flakes he was made of. Claude tried to crawl to the machine, but the pain was unbearably strong, and he could barely nudge himself along. “Chester! Leonard! Get me inside the machine!”. The two men grabbed Claude and put him over the flat disk platform as the top extended upwards to allow Claude to fit between the two disks. Claude flipped a switch at the side of the machine, and there was a bright flash of light.

Claude felt at his chest, there was no hole there, and he took a deep breath as if to prove that. The two men were amazed, and they began to get ideas to help their civilization restore its numbers. Claude got up to his feet as if he had never been stabbed through his chest before and asked,”So where to?”. “I think it’s time for you to meet with our officials.” Leonard said with a smile. It wasn’t one of taunt, nor of happiness. This smile was the best smile; a smile of hope.


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The man rummaged through shelves to find the thing he was searching for, but the specimen wasn’t found. He wasn’t expecting anything large for it, it was a small creature, but then again its potential made it a very high risk item. He stuffed more vials he found interesting into his briefcase, along with the other ones he had grabbed from the other places. The entire facility was evacuating, it was his perfect chance to steal all the Area 51 scientist had worked on for about 1,000 years or so. He looked through vials, one of them was a bark of a tree, but he tossed that one to the floor after muttering,”Stupid fountain.”.

He then fled down the hallway, jumping over trays and dodging gunfire from both scientists and the soldiers who came to rescue the people here. All this was going to be destroyed in a massive flooding, so his mission was to recover all that was lost in the flooding. He grabbed all the objective vials, and even added a few specimens to the mix, but he needed the one specimen they had emphasized to him at camp to acquire. He knew the creature when he saw it, rampaging through the area, melting through bookshelves and impaling everybody with a different type of curved blade.

The being was what they called the last ‘morpher’, a species who was a fizz of uncertainty, but was able to acquire any shape in the same instant. A scientist was crawling away, attempting to not attract the creature’s attention, but it did, and the creature turned to him and began to grow an assortment of claws. “Hey!” The man yelled, pulling out his quantum degenerator and blasting the creature with a bolt of energy that stabilized some of the creature’s atoms into technetium. The creature turned towards the man as he pulled out the high-tech jar and sucked the creature into the hand-held container.

The scientist was a bit relieved and shocked from what had occurred, and began to get up. “Thank you sir.” The scientist finally let out, dusting off what little glass had fallen on his coat. “No need, I need this creature for my purposes.” The man said, turning away from the scientist and beginning to engage the device that would get him back to his base. “What are you going to do with it?” The scientist asked, curious to know whether it was good or bad intentions which drove this. “I’m going to make the future Mr.Barnes” Said the man, taking off his hood to reveal a head of metal with wirings of some foreign material unknown to man. With that he faded out of existence in this time and reappeared at his base, 2,356 years in the future, leaving William Barnes the american scientist in amazement.


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Cody asked the officials,”What happened?”, still being utterly confused at all the events that were described a few pages back. “Cody, you fell from over a mile up. You’re not supposed to be alive, you should’ve died back in there.” The Officer said, looking at Cody as if he had seen a ghost. “Where is Spot? He’s alive too isn’t he?” Cody asked, hoping they would tell him that it was also a miracle he was alive. “Cody, we haven’t found his body yet, we believe it was destroyed in the blast. However, even more puzzling is how it disappeared.” The Officer responded, still befuddled by the whole situation.

Cody began to cry, sobbing for his dead friend. The Officer tried to calm Cody down, but it was of no avail, for Cody kept sobbing for another 5 minutes. “Look Cody, we’re trying to piece things together. We were hoping you had information we could use to help figure out how any of this happened.” The Officer proceeded, hoping for atleast a description of events. “I’ll tell you what happened as long as you tell me how I got here.” Cody said, wiping his eyes.

The Officer explained,“Cody, we got your message you sent us. So we decided to sent one of our scout ships to see that you had the machine. We found you lying in the crater, but the machine was nowhere in sight, we think someone stole it. We got you to the nearest human hospital on that planet, but you were last on a long list of operations they already had to do. So we took you to another planet, back home. While doing so a ship attacked us and you were in free fall, it was lucky it happened over a trampoline park where an ambulance already was.”

Cody looked at him and realized the sheer luck he had to be where he was. “I remember falling with Spot, but I blacked out after the thing landed. I’m sorry, I can’t help.” Cody finally said. “Thank you for your time.” The officer stood up and shook hands with Cody, and left the room. “You need rest Cody, sleep here and try not to worry about anything. We’ll get you back on the mission as soon as you’re done recovering.” Said one of the officials, and they all exited one by one from the room. Cody couldn’t help but worry, however he knew he needed rest so he closed his eyes and fell asleep. . .



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“So what exactly are you proposing we do?” The mayor of the city asked Claude confusedly. He was a large man, not only in height but also in the other 3 dimensions. He wore a baseball cap, covering the few bald spots that had grown amid his black hair. His eyes were serious, and his entire body seemed to convey a message of power. However, his green shirt with the cheerful words,”Always Be Happy” seemed to convey the exact opposite of this man’s intention.

The domed ceiling of marble created echos that which many bats became easily confused in the area. All the soldiers sat around Claude and his machine, inspecting both for any hints as to what they were going to do. Claude looked around the area, looking at every soldier then at the people lying dead around him and spoke again,”Sir, I would like to turn these people alive again.”. The mayor seemed a bit concerned even though Claude had shown him what it does to food. In fact, the chocolate bar was still scampering about in the room, trying to bite the remaining 7 soldiers and engineer.

“You know we can’t ensure these people won’t attack us.” The mayor said, still a bit concerned about the whole turning people back to life situation. “You just have to trust me. I know this machine well, I know it can do no harm. I used it on myself, and Chester can tell you I did so.” Claude assured him. All the men looked towards Chester, who nodded approvingly. “And what of your plans to create a new species?” Mayor said, still a bit concerned about the proposal. “They’ll thank us for their life.” Claude answered him, still very excited he was going to create a new species. ”You know what this all sounds like you’re trying to do right?” One of the soldiers asked him, just to make sure he did. “I know,” Claude said, turning his body towards the soldier,”I’m proposing the thoughts of Frankenstein.”

Don't mind this, I just need a way to put spoilers below other spoilers.
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Wait, why is chapter one 60 pages?
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It's only 15. I just split it up so you don't have to scroll a lot to reach the comments.
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I thought you meant each spoiler was 15
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Oh, no lol.
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