Chapter 1 – Jace Seren, Courier

Blurb:

One week. If you survive, you choose a Cosmic Power...If you survive. 

Jace isn't one to give up. Not when his sister dies. Not when he loses his legs. And definitely not when The Cosmic System takes over Earth.

With nothing more than his street smarts, the clothes on his back, and a river otter companion; he must survive a planet full of vicious predators that see him as an easy meal.

If he can survive? He gets to choose a Cosmic Power and a Class. A path to ascension. A way to bring his sister back.

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Jace vaulted the wall and landed in a crouch, scanning the area for any sign of guards. He pulled his hood up and jogged to the docks before slowing down to blend in. A handful of workers were moving about, and he was just another shabby-looking porter for all they cared. He had been here plenty of times before and made a beeline for his pickup. The blue boat was bobbing slightly, tied off to the closest possible cleat. 

“I’m here for the package,” Jace announced.

A pair of hulking men - hopped over the edge of the boat. One of them had a briefcase handcuffed to his arm. Jace recognized the one without the briefcase and gave him a quick wave and a smile. “Greg! I didn’t know you were freelancing again.”

Greg was a goliath of a man, standing at least a foot taller. He walked up to Jace and wrapped the smaller man in a bear hug. “Hey Jace. It’s been, what, a few months?” He let Jace down and the slimmer man was able to breathe once more. “Last time I saw you, you were running away- no, crawling away from some gurney in a crappy hospital.”

Jace nodded, “I wasn’t expecting to see you anytime soon. How was visiting the family?”

“Good. But we gotta get you going. You get a rough dropspot, my man.” Greg walked to his companion, opened the briefcase, withdrew a thick, clear, plastic bag, and walked back to Jace. “My contact told me you got climate control on that bag.” A shining, sparkling, silver liquid sloshed around in the confines of the container.

Jace nodded and unzipped the messenger bag, “Hot or cold?”

“As cold as you can get it,” Greg replied as he placed the item gingerly into the bag. 

“Any handling instructions?” Jace asked as he closed the zipper, tapped the temperature control, snapped the lock shut, and readjusted the straps to keep it tight to his back.

“Keep it away from magnets. You better get running. This lady gave a thirty-minute timer. Good luck.” He tapped a button on his sliverscreen - a notification to whoever sent him that he had done his part of the delivery, and to start Jace’s timer. Greg turned away with a slight wave as he and his companion clambered back onto the boat.

Jace did not bother waving back. Damnit! You should’ve told me that before handing off the package! He turned heel and took off at a sprint. Thirty minutes to get across town was barely manageable, but he would have to sprint the full distance…and hope no obstacles got in the way.

He racked his brain trying to think of every shortcut he could come up with. He had to cross the river, and while there were a few different ways to cross, the bridge he lived on was the most reliable and safest route.

But not the most direct. If he did not make the dropspot on time, General Logistics would not pay him. And if he was not paid, he could not keep doing installments for his new prosthetics. He would be no better than the rest of the bums lying on the street with no income, just waiting to die. He did not want his feet repo’d.

He instead cut for dangerous territory. Gang territory. The type of territory that a street kid like him knew to sneak through and not run through - but he had no choice. Survival came first. And in this case, survival meant getting to the dropspot. This was his best chance at making the delivery deadline.

Just survive, he thought as the words of his kid sister echoed through his head. The last words he heard from her. That was the only reason he was alive and had not succumbed in the hospital. Survive for her. No matter what. Survive.

There was a wall in the way, and he slowed slightly as he prepared to jump. His metal feet whirred, amplifying the force of his footfalls. Runner’s Replacement: some of the best prosthetics a person could buy. They replicated a human foot near-perfectly, but had a bit of tech inside that could provide a bit more force when running or jumping than a real foot.

He jumped up, planted his hands on the top of the wall, hoisted his lower half over, and landed on the ground in a roll. Glancing down the alley, he felt a rush of adrenaline at the impending danger coming his way. Just my luck. Five members of a local gang he had crossed paths with a few times were loitering around their hangout.

There were hundreds of gangs all over the city. They took over a building and part of a street, claimed it as their territory, and would run their operation from that location. Small gangs, and they moved frequently. The corrupt and paid-off governments did not care about street-level crime, and the police were never able to track down their next den before they moved on. Gangs like these preyed on people like Jace. 

And all five spotted him thanks to the loud clang of his bare prostheses impacting the cracked asphalt. He was going for speed, not stealth, and his lack of caution cost him a smooth journey through territory he had traversed dozens of times before without issue. Their shouts overlapped as they began to rush towards him. Jace could hear doors slamming and knew that more were joining those five in the chase.

Jace kept sprinting down a familiar alley, feeling his heart beat faster and faster. The exhilaration of a chase kicked in a moment later, as he heard more shouts from behind, and the revving of a motorcycle engine as the pursuit began in earnest.

They had fortified their territory, and Jace had to navigate between haphazard traps that lay all around. From simple shattered glass that he easily avoided, to a Molotov-cocktail rigged with a tripwire which he had to leap over, and even somehow an ancient bear trap that he barely dodged at the last second; scarcely noticing it hidden under garbage. They’ve learned, he thought as these traps weren’t here when he snuck through their territory a few days ago when they were first taking over the block.

Bang! He instinctively ducked as a bullet whizzed by him before impacting the concrete wall of the building to his left. Tiny chunks of the debris puffed out and provided a small smoke screen. Jace got as low as he could as he kept running, gunshots ringing out behind him as bullets continued to whiz by. 

Jace felt giddy as adrenaline pumped through his veins, the situation growing more dire with the threat of lethal force. The rhythmic tap, whoosh, tap, whoosh of his feet hitting the ground and lifting off as he continued his journey were a constant reminder of the accident a few months ago. The sound was almost unnerving - but he had begun to get used to it.

The revving of the vehicle that was in pursuit pushed him on even faster, and he could feel the internal servos beginning to whine under the pressure of being overworked; a slow heat traveling up the grafted metal and reaching his flesh. Damn, I’m pushing them too hard, he thought. They were great for sprints - not as good for endurance running. 

He coiled his legs once more and jumped over the small wall of stacked metal siding and wood scraps - the edge of the gang’s territory. He was not able to clear it fully, but he was able to kip off the alley wall to get the height clearance he needed. He landed in a roll and emerged onto a street overlooking the river. A familiar place that he frequented often as a kid. 

Come on, there’s always a few…he scanned left and right, finally spotting what he was looking for. An old, rusted dinghy. The type that a street urchin like him used to sleep in. A boat that one could use to escape into the bay just to catch some crappy, polluted catfish to roast over a trash fire for dinner. The type that he would use to escape from other street kids who did not follow the code. And a fast way across the river to his drop off location.

An enormous crash rang out behind him, and glancing back, he saw that the person riding the motorcycle had burst through the makeshift wall. “Damnit!” Jace shouted as he kept running. I’ll be a sitting duck if I am rowing out. That means I have to take the bridge. I’m not going to make it in time!

He pushed himself despite the likelihood of failing his delivery. There was no choice - he had to get there as fast as he could, even if it was past the deadline. He ran right past a bodega that had just opened and was blasting a radio broadcast. Some news channel. He barely registered the words as the rush of adrenaline-fueled pursuit dulled his hearing. 

“...ten-billionth person born today in China.” That bit of the broadcast reached his ears.

Jace froze. What the hell? He could not feel…anything. 

Not the acrid taste of smog in the air. Not the foul smell of rotten sewage pouring into the river. And most definitely and unsettling of all - not even his own heart that was quickly beating a few moments ago. He could still see. Hear stuff, too. And think, of course. 

The brackish river that had been slowly sloshing against the sides of the canal had stopped moving. The angler, pole mid-cast off one of the pylons that stood like a soldier at attention in the relatively clean center of the river, was also still. Everything was stopped as if someone had hit the pause button on reality itself.

A voice echoed in his head, and a message appeared in the air in front of him, which should not have happened, as he had no ocular implants. The voice was that of a game show announcer.

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[Congratulations, Planet Earth of the Sol System in the Milky Way Galaxy!]

[Your world has reached the population threshold (relative to its size) to qualify for entry into The Cosmic System!]

[Cosmogenic Merging: Initiated.]

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Jace could still not feel - only see, hear, and think. And his mind raced with possibilities. Some type of experiment? He thought of the weird package in his bag. This fluid stuff? He had no clue what he was transporting most of the time.

He could feel something physical - the world shaking under his feet. Not an earthquake, but more like a tremor. 

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[Cosmogenic Merging: Completed!]

[Welcome to The Cosmic System!]

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What the heck is Cosmogenic Merging? Jace thought. As if to answer his question, a flood of information crossed his vision, and a pleasant - if bored - female voice read it aloud to him. Her spoken words matched the ones filling his vision.

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[Your world has now been incorporated into The Cosmic System. Portals to The Cosmic Corridor have appeared in your fifty largest population centers. You will now be given the choice of Civilian or Aspirant classification.]

[The Civilian classification forces a maximum lifespan of 150 years. Prevents willful injury in The Eternal City or The Cosmic Corridor. Your home world is still fair game. Choose this option if you want to continue living your usual life, with just a little bit of influence from other worlds. Relocating to The Eternal City is permissible. But you have to get to one of the fifty portals to do so.]

[The Aspirant classification provides for a path to becoming an Ascendant. A being with the power of the cosmos at their command. Unrestricted travel to any world connected to The Cosmic Corridor. This carries the risk of injury or death.]

[Frequently asked questions]

1.) This is not a trick, magic spell, hack, or any other form of charade. Your world is going to be part of a larger, multi-world System.

2.) Time is passing differently for each person during the Cosmogenic Merging process, but, in effect, you will ‘resume’ your existence at the same time as everyone else.

3.) Those who are considered minors by the average of your world’s laws and ordinances will be assigned Civilian status until they are considered the age of majority by the same average. Then, they may choose the Aspirant classification or remain a Civilian. These minors will be relocated to The Eternal City to ensure a safe, prosperous, and standardized upbringing. Parents and caregivers may come and go as they please to visit.

4.) Aspirants will be transported away from their current location. Those who are in a position responsible for the safety of others (pilots, drivers, etc.) will not be immediately transported. Once their assigned passengers or cargo are safe, then they will be transported.

[Make your choice.] The voice shifted in tone, and she went off-script. [And be quick about it! You are my last one for this shift!]

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