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Futuristic new earth

"Someone must be aware of them and hold the list but at the same time it cant be someone in the major power of gov't as if they know and become corrupt they may take them out before they can rally. But at the same time it will have to be someone with pull so they can be trusted and respected by the future generation."
 
"What about an Elder? Someone old and wise, and no longer interested in the government?" She asked, leaning in now. "Usually the older a person is the more people are willing to listen to him. Of course they'd have to be someone who abhors violence, but..."
 
"Its possible.... its a hard blow for one of the original family's not to have a say in the government they helped create but one of the the 4 at least." He said referring the the four family that will be made out of the original 8 people as was intended. "Will have to take that role."
 
"They'd have to be unable to be reprogrammed. And have impeccable moral programs." By which, of course, she meant something that even she couldn't find fault with. Saphire didn't think there was a morally correct human, so she had to hope that a computer could reach that point.
 
"A computer would be more secure but how would it tell that the system was corrupt, there would still have to be someone running it." He stopped suddenly and thought to himself. 'We could be having a conversation on the fate of the human race, all 3 of us killers. Heh how crazy is that.'
 
"True. Whomever programmed it would need to know every way things go wrong in the human mind." Which was difficult, even for a group of people. "If they needed it I could start compiling a list of reasons I have killed." After all, she knew a great deal of them were due to human greed or jealousy.
 
"It will take time and we have to make sure it doesent over react for basic crimes that will never go away completely, its possible but will take time, perhaps we can get one of the geeks on it sooner rather then later, or at least explore the possibility's."
 
"I'm sure at least one of them will be able to figure out a way to do it, even if we can't." She said, shrugging. At least the people would have something to do. Of course, because they hadn't made a new government, the only one who could give it a say-so would be the Captain. "And even if it fails, we're no worse off than when we started." Which was rock bottom.
 
"engineer should be able to do it and Technologist but then researching the orb those are perfect"
 
"I see, etheir way at least like this we have a base plan, ill eave it up to you cap to bring it up to the rest of the geeks. Meanwhile im gonna sit here and read my book before my mind realizes i may have just decided the future of the human race." He said with a sigh as he raised his book again.
 
Saphire shrugged. "I'm just going to read and avoid thinking of all the ways this could get messed up due to the human nature of causing havoc wherever we go. Unless you've anything for me to do, sir?" She looked up from where she was holding the book, face carefully neutral. Honestly, she didn't care. Things were already different than she had expected. Three humans, all of the worst kind, had planned for the better of the human race. It didn't matter to her if they had succeeded, it was already better than she had ever expected.
 
"okay I will tali them as I'm done with my daily workout no I got nothing for you Reed or Explorer do what you want right now"he left the table and headed to training room started to work out
 
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Marcus just reads for awhile, closer to a hour in silence with Saphire not saying a word, he couldnt believe what just happened here. That was a conversations for the geeks, those who got on here for being visionaries, people who did not have violence running threw their blood. Yet in the end it had been 3 killers who may have decided it all. After a hour or so he knew he couldnt stop his nervousness normally so he turned and asked Saphire. "Do you want to spar?"
 
She smirked, "I thought you'd never ask." It wasn't something she was proud of, but she loved sparring. There was just something about fighting without the goal of ending someone's life... and she was really starting to get this itch in her sword-hand, wanting to hold a true blade again. Energy blades were nice for missions, but nothing would ever replace the feeling of a Katana or Ninjato to her. "I'll check the armory to see if there's anything we can use."
 
"I have my own blade, i never could force myself to be found of energy weapons." He said to her already itching for it. He could already feel excitement well up inside him banishing his nervousness like it had never came. "When you find a blade suitable come to the training hall." He got up and pocketed his book. He went over to his room and opened a drawer. He did a small bow to the blade. "Dansu-fū we have work to do." He grabbed the blade and put it at his hip, relishing the farmiler weight it brings and headed off to the training room.
 
Saphire, figuring it would be a good idea to get the approval of the captain, went in search of him. Upon finding him in the weight room she asked, in typical fashion, "Sir. I'd like to borrow a physical sword from the armory for training purposes. May I borrow one?" Though underneath her usual tone of calm there was a hint of excitement. To fight with another... it'd been a long time.
 
"a physical sword wut kind of training do you think of doing if you don't mind me asking?"he was quite curious why she would need one why she can use her own energy blade.
 
"I'm sparring with Marcus. Don't want to accidentally burn him, or cut something off. A physical blade is both slower and easier to block." She explained, shrugging. It wasn't that strange a question, as most people expected to use energy weapons for everything. "In addition I prefer to do my training with a physical blade, it increases my speed in actual combat when I'm using the lighter energy blades."
 
"okay I got you I will open the armory door for you cuz I'm the only one that can"he stop working out he decided to leave in trench coat there wearing a long sleeve turtleneck and one black glove on his left hand to where is look like in hiding something when he got to the armory door he pulled out a black key card and put it in the key card slot a red light turns green above the handle.he open the door and walked in seeing a big room full of weapons for war any kind of weapon it is here.
 
She, staring at the room, could only think Never get the Captain angry. Shaking it off she went in search of the swords, not much caring if he was following her. More importantly, she was checking the quality of the weapons, looking for one that would do for a practice sword... or two. No, today she would only use one. I will not be impressed. I will not be impressed. This is not a good thing.
 
he picked a weapon a very heavy looking longsword he held in his left hand"you won't mind if I join right the 3 fighters I'm getting itchy"
 
Nichole awakes with a yawn. She looks around groggily and she feels alittle better. Her stomach growled so she decided to go to the mess hall to get something to eat. She decides on a small sub and sits down. She notices the mess hall is empty and that she seems to be becoming more and more of a loner. I need a girl friend. She thinks to her self as she lists through the girls on the ship that she knew of. Definantly not Wendy. There's no way she could have an unakward conversation with her after finding that the captain like her. Saphire didn't really seem like the type for that stuff either. She seemed to like weapons, killing people, and mass destruction. Everything that Nichole didn't exactly agree with. But they say opposites attract, so she sets off to find Saphire. Not finding her anywhere, Nichole goes back to her room. Deciding upon a very teenagery thing to do, she grabs an empty note book and a pen and writes Dear Journal. Finding dear diary too common. She needed someway to vent and so far this seemed like the best way. Sighing, she continues with her writing.
 
She looked up at him, comparing a Ninjato and Katana. "Not at all." It'd be a good chance to clear the air, at least.... and she'd been wondering how strong he was. Idly she wondered if it'd always been such a difference in character when she's sparring compared to normal. "Though, Marcus may want to do it in bouts of 1 on 1." Finally deciding to take the Ninjato, the straight blade looked like it would take more punishment, and returning the other one she turned to him, ready to leave.


((I'm going to be doing hygene stuff for between 30-45 minutes, so I'll be back.))
 

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