SCI-FI

The Black Market

The Black Market by Condemned is a Science Fiction novel. In the same year, a terrifying group of unknown individuals surfaced in the world. They numbered more than several hundred thousand, appearing literally out of thin air. To think that such a monstrous group had managed to hide away without anyone’s knowledge was inconceivable. Read The Black Market Blurb Below.

The Black Market Blurb

The year is 2043. Humanity had reached a pinnacle of technological advancement, cities gleamed with chrome and glass, and sleek airships crisscrossed the skies. Yet, beneath the veneer of progress lurked a disquieting silence. Whispers of a shadowy organization, a hidden society numbering in the hundreds of thousands, began to ripple through the elite circles. These individuals, shrouded in secrecy, possessed technology far exceeding anything the world had ever seen.

Then, in a single, terrifying moment, their existence was no longer a rumor. They materialized across the globe, appearing out of thin air like phantoms conjured from a nightmare. Cities that were once symbols of human ingenuity were reduced to smoldering ruins under a hail of laser fire. Towering fighter robots, chrome behemoths bristling with advanced weaponry, stalked the streets, their cold, mechanical eyes extinguishing any resistance they encountered.

The Earth Alliance, a fragile coalition of nations forged in the fires of past conflicts, scrambled to respond. But it was a David and Goliath struggle. The advanced weaponry of these mysterious invaders cut through humanity’s defenses like a hot knife through butter. The once fertile plains became battlefields choked with the debris of war, the air thick with the acrid stench of burnt metal and the anguished cries of the dying. Billions perished in the ensuing conflict, the once vibrant world awash in a sea of blood.

Seven years later, the scars of the war ran deep. Major General Cale Sylvann, a decorated hero of the Earth Alliance and a man who had stared death in the face countless times, lay broken on a cold, sterile floor. The whirring of unfamiliar machinery filled the air, a stark contrast to the cacophony of battle that resonated in his fading memories. His mind, a battlefield itself, struggled to grasp the reality before him.

“Where am I?” he rasped, his voice weak and unfamiliar. A sharp voice, laced with a hint of annoyance, pierced the fog clouding his thoughts.

“Calee! Get up or you will be late for school again!”