Okay so there's a bunch of us in the South American rainforest, or at least I assume. There's this facility I live in which is apparently some sort of archaeological facility. I'm used to living there, and so are the other ones my age, it's probably been a few months or years. Some have been there for most of their childhoods. We're referred to as "glitches" or "echoes" which confuses me occasionally but I ignore it. We have weird gifts that we are always trying to learn more about, like the X Mansion.
I can fly. Everyone seems to think that's the best power, but everyone else's is more useful for archaeologists. Jam (who has the power to "trace" the origins of something he stares at) has probably the best one I can remember, but gets sick when he drinks water and knows how precisely much shit its had in it.
So we uncover this temple and find this crystal ball. Jam stares at it to figure out its origins. Then freaks out from information overload, tells me to take it and run and don't let anyone see it. I'm confused, and I grab it and Jam and fly for it.
We find a place in some South American youth hostel to settle down, and Jam explains to me that the ball is going to end the world. Or rather, do a full system restore and make it how it should be. Some disaster befell the earth and the previous civilisation decided that the only way to continue was to reset everything, but back-up all the collective knowledge and gene splicing into this ball of binary mathematical formulas, which fluctuates between an energy and crystalline state in my hands, unmaking and remaking itself.
Jam calls it Crystal Math. Which I applaud him for.
The reason we have powers is because the previous humans were able to change their mass, genes, thought processes, energy consumption, you name it. Those abilities must somehow leak from the sphere. What's in that ball could be a hundred millennia beyond us. It doesn't do anything if we touch it because it recognises that we are altered and that the world is as it should be. A regular human touches it, and it not recognise them will do a full system restore and wipe us right out.
The facility knows this and wants us to help restore it. We decide that we'd rather the sum total of all human development in the past and our personal futures not be cancelled out, thanks. They get pissy, tell lies to all our old superfriends, get us on the terrorist watchlist.
From that point, it's a lot of running, gunning, I get into a fight with a telekinetic and stuff happens.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?what about me
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edited 26th Jun '15 5:46:16 PM by ChrissieMcNapkins
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.Legalise crystal math.
Ooooh, trollbuse.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?
Point.
Riv has one.
edited 26th Jun '15 6:05:28 PM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Either Liu Shanshan or Wang Shanshan. And also "Han Peng" is pronounced Hong Kong, according to what my dad heard.
The damned queen and the relentless knight.