this is a story that i have been working on off and on for quite some time now, to start with i will be posting what i have already written, however i have started writing more of it again now.
the style changes significantly from chapter to chapter at some points, as in some instances there was over a year between writing one chapter and the next, something that i hope to one day fix, however, i figure that actually getting to the point where i consider at least the first major story arc complete is probably a higher priority than fixing stylistic inconsistencies.
this is a mature story and is not suitable for minors.
this is a work of fiction all characters are fictional and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.
this story contains nappies and people deriving pleasure from it, if you don’t like that what are you doing on this site?
it also contains some minor weight gain references, and some minor fury references.
this story is copyright me (leafy_kille) 2016 and if you want to use if for something, ask me! i will probably be more than happy so long as you credit me.
and for everything that lot doesn’t cover, use some common sense and don’t take the piss!
now for the actual story!
Prologue
All was silent on the Dyson Sphere.
Nothing moved.
Nothing had moved for over 1000 years; the Gorg had seen to that.
Though they had never managed to get inside the human built fortress that had been built around the sun and all its planets due to its terrifying array of weapons systems, there where no humans.
The year is 4669
The whole of the Milky way is under the control of the Gorg.
All of it?
Well, almost all of it. There is one place they cannot go: the sol system Dyson Sphere, the last hold out of the vile resistance known as humans.
The war started several millennia ago in 2941.
We (humanity) had discovered warp travel some 300 years earlier and had finally escaped Einstein’s cage. We had finally inherited a galaxy that we had long ago decided was devoid of intelligent life the universe was ours for the taking.
This blissful ignorance ended in 2941 with the destruction of a remote science station on the edge of the galaxy.
There was no warning, no declaration of war, not even a demand for our surrender. The Gorg had arrived!
They had an amazing ability to hide their ships and fleets would appear out of the warp attacking seemingly without reason or warning. The human empire was caught completely unaware and unprepared. It took us nearly 50 years to be able to adequately defend ourselves but by that point we had lost so much ground to the Gorg that we only had one small section of the galaxy left, billions upon billions had perished, and we still had no idea what the Gorg wanted or even what they looked like, let alone where they came from or how to stop them.
The Gorg where not very advanced apart from the shielding they used to cloak their ships, they where just as vulnerable to conventional high power warp weaponry (it hits its target without travelling through the intervening space by teleporting to a point millimetres from its target after being accelerated) as anything else. However they made up for this by building massive fleets and simply overwhelming the opposition by using their shielding to allow them to attack from all directions at once.
We attempted to defend ourselves but the problem with the Gorg was that although they where technologically backwards and we could destroy one of their ships easily we simply got overwhelmed and surrounded. Our efforts slowed the Gorg progress but they had numbers and resources on their side. Facing extinction the human federation of planets in desperation contracted a daring group of scientists to design a base that would be able to support enough warp guns to be able to hold the Gorg fleets at bay forever, even if it was surrounded. Thus the Dyson Sphere in the sol system was designed. It was so huge it encompassed the whole solar system using the whole sun at its centre as its power source! Construction took over 200 years and when it was finished all of the remaining people evacuated their planets, ships and colonies to live in the one safe location remaining. Thus it came about that humanity that was once flourishing and occupying most of the galaxy had been brought to its knees.
By 3283 all of humanity had crowded into the sol system.
The Dyson Sphere had been well designed and built using the most advanced techniques, the Gorg fleets crashed into our defences time and again and each time they where pushed back by the heavy automatic defences that covered the whole surface of the sphere. However it rapidly became apparent that even though we had harnessed a whole sun to power the sphere that the number of people in the sphere was far more than it could sustain so a plan was hatched to put all of humanity into hyper sleep using the latest cryogenic freezing systems and wait until the Gorg had got bored of getting killed outside the fortress.
In 3289 the last human entered his cryo chamber leaving just the automated defences to deal with the Gorg.
The Gorg continued their assault unrelentingly for the next 380 years the auto guns rarely having more than a week to cool off before the next assault began.
Then they just stopped.
It is now 4669, it has been over 1000 years since the last auto gun fired.
Chapter 1
Part 1 :- The awakening
Dave slowly became aware that he was aware.
He did not know quite what it was that he was aware of, as his consciousness slowly returned. He explored his senses; he could feel nothing, he could hear nothing, he could taste nothing he could smell nothing. Then he realised he was not breathing and tried to inhale but his muscles would not respond. Fear suddenly came over him and he lost what tenuous grip he had on awareness again.
When he became aware again he was acutely aware of a pulsating pain in his chest and his heart began to beat as the pain subsided he again tried to breathe again meeting with no success. This time he did not let fear overwhelm him, concentrating on the sensation of his heart beating allowed him to keep his grip on consciousness. He just lay there trying to remember who he was where he was and how he had come to be there. Nothing came to him and he lost consciousness again.
Again he was jolted to consciousness it felt like the front of his chest was about to be torn off by an unseen force and there was something ice cold in his throat. The pain eased and he realised that he was exhaling, the pain returned to the front of his chest and so did the cold feeling in his throat. <It is forcing me to breathe> he thought.
There was no other option so he tried to cooperate with whatever it was and again tried to breathe, it was hard but with all his will he focused and the ability to breathe of his own accord was slowly released to him with the pulling sensation in his chest lessoning with each breath until some time later he was breathing difficultly but under his own control.
As breathing slowly became more natural and less of an effort of will he was able to again think about what was going on, he tried to move and although his muscles did respond this time he found he was some how restrained and could not move at all save for his breathing. He strained against his restraints for a while and cried out incoherently, he found that he got tired very quickly and soon he fell asleep from exhaustion.
When he came too he was aware of a light through his eye lids and tried to open them, which was surprisingly easy but as soon as they where open the light appeared to go out because he saw nothing more than he had done when they where closed he cried out again, this time managing to form the word “Help” to which a metallic voice which seemed to be coming from inside his head replied <please relax.>
At that moment a thousand questions where humming through his mind such as “where am I?, who am I? why am I here? What is going on?” he tried to communicate these verbally but found his words came out all jumbled as complete gibberish. He calmed himself and tried again finding it hard to articulate the words he managed eventually “where am I?” the metallic voice in his head said <chryostacis pod ninety one million three hundred and twenty two thousand six hundred and eight. Please relax, your body will be fully functional again soon>. This made little sense to Dave who had barely been able to maintain consciousness through the reply before falling asleep again.
The next time he awoke he was aware that his whole body was being tensed one muscle group at a time causing acute pain each time, it was immensely stressful and like a hard work out he soon found himself breathing heavily. After an absolutely horrific half hour of these involuntary muscular contractions he was released and he immediately passed out again.
Some time later he woke up feeling very stiff and instinctively tried to streach and was surprised when he was able to move, enjoying this new found freedom he stretched in the pitch dark while lying down, he then tried to stand up but found that although he had some freedom to move he could not get up as though his body was pinned to the floor. He tried to roll over but again met with failure so he lay there face up in the pitch dark enjoying the ability to move all be it in a limited fashion.
“Why can’t I get up?” Dave asked, <your internal systems are not all fuly functional yet. Please relax> the voice in his head said. “Could you turn on the lights so I can see?” requested Dave.
Moments later the lights came on and Dave found himself completely dazzled at first but after a few minutes he began to be able to see and for the first time he could see what was going on because there was a huge mirror above him so he could see the whole of the pod and himself lying there, it was as if he was seeing himself for the first time.
He was a boy about 14 he thought. He had dark brown very short hair, blue-grey eyes and unhealthily white skin. He was wearing nothing apart from what looked like a rather bulky nappy. He was lying on what looked like a bed of sorts and there was a screen beside him that lit up when he turned his head to look at it. A series of lines formed on the screen that then seemed to jump out of it and slowly as more lines where added it formed a face, a female face.
When the image was complete there was a female face there in the pod with him projecting out of the screen, it had the complexion of an older woman with a few wrinkles here and there, slight bags under her pure blue glowing eyes and medium length black hair that reached where he thought her shoulders should have been. The voice entered his head again but this time instead of the metallic voice it had been before it was the pleasant tones of a female voice <Hello there I am Eva I am the computer core of the Dyson Sphere, you are among the first few to be awakened all that remains is to get your digestive system working again. You will find your memories coming back to you soon, you will have many questions right now but wait until you are fully revived and out of your pod because by that time hopefully most of them will have been answered.> Before Dave could open his mouth to speak he felt an excruciating pain in his stomach, it was so intense that he almost instantly passed out.
