The Perdurable Project

[INTRODUCTION]

Humanity.

Ever since our first day on this Earth, we have been curious. Curious about life, about the workings of the world, about nature and the universe.

Curious about death.

But, curiosity can have consequences, and those consequences need solutions.

Our job is to find those solutions. To make those solutions accessible to everyone across the world. Those solutions are our curiosity. We are working to make your world a safer place, to let you explore the trapeze of your curiosity with a safety net beneath you.

We are the Sempiternal Institute.
Finding solutions for the curious minds.

The huge billboards looped the commercial, upon the sides of highrise skyscrapers that reached up to the clouds. Businesses upon businesses worked behind their shields, behind the screens and the sounds. Above the impoverished world they stood, the large twinkling beacons of hope for humanity.

They were only beacons if you were blind.

I know this, I know this better than most. Better than they ever did, and better than you do now, but that's why I'm here, to tell you this story. To put you in my shoes.

I'm a man of few words, of few friends and few achievements, but I've never been short of ideas. Every thought that passes through my head is told with such a twisted zest of creativity.

This is a story for the creative minds. The destructive and the intelligent. A story for all minds, so long as they're strong, can deal with words and scenes, with imagery that's upsetting to the regular human with morals and empathy.

Our main character lacked both of those. Perhaps that's why we find him so appealing to hear about.

I am your narrator. Your storyteller, your puppeteer, your author and playwright. I set the scene for you, I weave the threads of this story in the ways I remember it. I seemed lost in my head back then, but as all creative minds are, my eyes were always open, were always tearing apart things and analysing even the tiniest glimpse of something interesting.

This is my rendition.

Allow me to set the scene.

It is the year of 2054. 20 years ago, the world saw the evolution of powers, things once considered inhuman. Abilities, they were called, that, in an alternate reality, could make us all heroes.

There are no heroes in this story. We are all tainted by our own mistakes. Heroes are a comfort for the people who fear reality.

For 18 years, the world has been dominated by a business. An international mega corporation, created by an already well established english millionaire named Tyrell Fernsby. This institute was established to revolutionise healthcare after the rise of abilities caused the old systems to become outdated.

The Sempiternal Institute.

My Grandfather was this english millionare. To the public eye, he was a good willed man with a dream and the funds to support himself. To my background knowledge, gathered through little nuggets of conversation here and there, he was a man who had no time for his family, who put pressure on his children to be perfect, and who only saw money and fame as his personal gain. He and his facade thrived under the limelight like an infection festering with no proper care.

He was 43 when he went missing.

This sudden dissappearance was devastating for the world that had now become reliant on his technologies and medicines. 22 years later, and the world still hasn't stopped theorising about what happened, where he went. Whether he is dead or whether he's alive.

Regardless, not even a week after he dissapeared, his eldest son, his prodigy and rising star, stepped up to take over the insitute. His name was Micah Fernsby, and since his rise into power, the company and the world has thrived and prospered under his careful eye and intelligent mind.

Micah is the main character of our story. He is also the main antagonist, and he is my father.

The Sempiternal Institute is based in a now modernised England, in a city which appears somewhat like Tokyo and other cities to that effect did 30 years ago or so. A build up urban jungle of glass fronted skyscrapers, video billboards, busy streets and vibrant lights that drown out the true beauty of nature. You would, perhaps, call it a sci-fi hub of humanity.

I call it a rat's nest, burning out a slow, exhausted fog of capitalism and regret beneath it's shiny robotic exterior. It is a wart on what was once a perfectly beautiful and rich planet. All cities are like this now. These wounds of glass and neons.

The Sempiternal Institute resides in highest skyscraper and biggest building in the world. A mammoth of engineering, straight out of your own image of a utopia. You can find the hubs for it all over the world, in every country, like there was once a political embassy. Politics now is a slave to my father's own tongue and trials, another marionette on his string. He controls the world, and yet, he is never satisfied.

An honest businessman who runs this hive of busy scientists and nurses. The Queen bee in a world of brainwashed drones. He spoon feeds them honey, and they believe they enjoy the sickening sweetness.

The stage is set. The lights have dimmed. Let the red curtains draw upon a story where the red blood spills.

This is not a comedy. This is not a romance. This is not a horror, nor a tragedy.

Perhaps its a bit of them all.

Let the spotlight rise on Micah Fernsby, an honest businessman with a trick up his sleeve, and a weapon, or maybe two. With a mask of charming lies to disguise his bitter truth. A man with a labyrinth of horror right under your feet.

It's time to let the truth unravel.

Lights.

Camera.

Action.