Jelvia: Not Human
A sci-fi saga of inter-species friendship, love and the battle for Earth's ownership
For the Wardens, the Committee’s control was absolute, seeping into every thought, a silent, ever-present reminder of subjugation. Workers had a privilege Wardens could only envy—they could disappear into the shadows, becoming runaways, forming hidden communities where the Committee’s reach didn’t quite extend.
Wardens were chosen at birth, their futures dictated by their genetic strength. Cloned from superior lines, they were never meant for freedom.
Becoming a Warden was a brutal ordeal. The trials weren’t meant to test but to break. Failure wasn’t just a disgrace—it was a death sentence, or worse, a life discarded into insignificance. Those who survived didn’t simply endure; they were reshaped into instruments of control, serving the Committee’s will without question.
Itor itself was a world of cold, lifeless cities, where every structure, every action, was designed for one purpose: control.
When the mission to Earth faltered after the leader became injured, control began to unravel… distort.
The Simulation Reality, designed to preserve their sanity, started to blur with the real world. Even their injured leader fell victim to its effects, leaving them, for a few brief and wondrous years, free.
But the Committee never relented. It slowly pulled the Wardens back, forcing them to remember—until they did.
Their awakening was a nightmare.
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