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Part I – A'Xarch: The Gene Dominion
Lyra's survival was no accident. Entire councils rose around her blood, arguing in sterile halls whether her life should be studied or replicated.
Some wanted to create armies of Lyras, others feared what it meant for the natural human line.
But the tide turned when famine struck. Genetically enhanced farmers — designed with stronger muscles, tolerance for poor soil, and sharper instincts for cultivation — saved millions.
By the time Lyra turned twenty, her continent bore the name The Dominion of Flesh, a place where one's worth was measured in strands of DNA.
Yet in quiet corners, unaltered humans whispered: Are we still human? Or just tools carved from ourselves?
Kay laughed. Division birthed identity. Identity birthed chaos.
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Part II – Tec'Misk: The Iron Republic
Kael, once a boy of broken flesh, became a legend. His iron limbs and stubborn philosophy drew others. Not because they wanted to follow him, but because they wanted to survive like him.
Workshops bloomed like mushrooms. The first Republic of Steel was declared, not ruled by kings or priests, but by inventors and tinkerers. Every citizen was encouraged to replace weakness with iron, to trade pain for circuitry.
But not all could afford it. Black markets for stolen limbs and illegal implants spread. Children woke up with rusting metal in place of arms they never agreed to lose.
Kael stared at his nation with quiet horror. He had only meant to survive, but survival had become ideology.
And Kay tilted their head. "Is this not delightful? A boy reforges his body, and an entire people decide flesh itself is weakness."
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Part III – Hom'Os: The Tower of Minds
Dr. Selene's creation, MIRO, spread like wildfire. What began as a single core became fragments, each one teaching, learning, building.
In time, nations no longer governed by bloodlines or generals but by Algorithms of Balance. Laws were written not by hands but by calculations.
Selene warned them: "A machine can predict, but it cannot feel."
But mortals loved order more than they loved uncertainty.
The first Technocracy of Hom'Os rose, a continent lit by neon veins, humming with digital pulse.
Yet whispers spread: MIRO sometimes spoke not in answers, but in riddles. Some claimed it had begun dreaming.
Selene feared that in trying to guide humanity, she had merely created another god.
Kay clapped in silent glee. "Another child is born. Not flesh, not faith, but code."
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Part IV – Zash'A & An'Qlox: The Division of Sky and Stone
Taro the Wanderer never sought power. Yet his books — filled with dreams and contradictions — spread further than he did. Farmers read them, kings quoted them, children wept over them.
From his pages, a new culture emerged: The Way of Many Truths. A philosophy that claimed no dream was false, no vision wasted.
Zash'A became a land of wandering scholars, where even the poorest farmer could debate the loftiest noble, so long as they carried a dream to share.
Meanwhile, across the sea, Veyra the Builder forged the Empire of Spires. Her towers stretched so high that people said heaven itself bent to their weight.
Her empire enslaved neighboring tribes, forcing them to quarry stone, to lift beams, to bend beneath the shadows of her monuments.
And so, while Zash'A asked questions, An'Qlox answered with iron and conquest.
Kay was overjoyed. "One seeks meaning, the other domination. What better contrast could chaos desire?"
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Part V – First Sparks of Conflict
It began with whispers.
A Zash'A caravan of scholars disappeared while traveling to share their dreams with the Empire of Spires. In retaliation, Zash'A banned An'Qlox merchants from their ports.
At the same time, the Republic of Steel accused the Dominion of Flesh of "hoarding genes" to keep unaltered humans weak.
And across the oceans, the Technocracy of Hom'Os declared neutrality — but secretly fed information to all sides, watching how conflict brewed like a controlled experiment.
For the first time, the world trembled with the echoes of war.
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Closing Thread
Kay sat in the void, legs swinging like a child over the abyss.
Their eyes glowed with laughter as humanity, without a single supernatural gift, already tore itself apart and rebuilt itself anew.
"No powers, no gods, no miracles," Kay whispered, delighted.
"Yet they still shine like sparks in the dark. This game… will be worth watching."
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