Have you ever pondered the idea of life? While suffering from a stream of conceptual thoughts have you ever looked to the moonlit sky and questioned yourself about why you are here? The answer is in your mind, dormant, until death. Yet still, you search for the reason. Your first assumption is your family, your friends, they that bring you that sense of happiness when you think about the echo of their voices; were they the reason you lived? Or is there some greater purpose? One entwined with the very fabric of your soul, one that you have to fulfill, otherwise you risk the knives of un-satisfaction. Look at yourself, in the still reflection of the winding river. Who am I? is a question constantly asked. Everything is given to you, Life, happiness, sorrow, freedom and death. Even that familiar face is given to you. We don't ever create anything, we only use what's given to us and shape that; into magnificent skyscrapers or complicated lives. But all that is gone now. You shout, "Come On, Come Back" and plunge into the cool depths of the tranquil water. Never to return.

Year 2552 14 days before "The Event" The bright white light almost blinded Joe as he awoke from his deep, artificial sleep. The cold room was dead silent except for a distant rhythmic beeping. As Joe's eyes adjusted to the blinding light he gradually rose from his bed in search for its source. It was pouring in from a series of elongated windows which stretched far across the entire right flank of the room and as Joe looked through the oversized glass panes he saw it, an airborne city-scape, suspended high in mid air. Joe, marveling at it's magnificence was savoring the sight; for ten years of training he finally acquired the chance to see it; the city of the sky, Olympus. Once content with his time marveling at the airborne city Joe came to notice the large amount of transparent tubes feeding into his casted arm. He pulled them out, forcing him to drop to the floor. When the pain subsided Joe stared in grief at this unfamiliar limb, questioning what had just occurred. Instantly in alarm, Joe thought to himself "I don't remember having that!" . The remains of the broken cast lay scattered across the cold floor, revealing a metallic glove in their place; or at least that is what Joe thought it to be before he realized it was attached. The new found limb was motionless and dull of colour, yet still seemed somewhat interesting due to its complex arrangement of parts. The one aspect however, that struck out was the red light on top of his mechanical forearm. A sudden jolt then came from his robotic arm, then another. Joe stood up trying to remember the impulsive thoughts he had used recently to recreate the movements. 3 minutes passed without any result, the light was still red. Joe gave up and walked slowly to the single door in the room. It was locked. As he, in disappointment, was walking back to his bed he made the observation that his mechanical arm weighed as much as his real arm. This seemed logical, having a limb heavier than another would throw your body off balance, even when doing the simplest of tasks. Footsteps could be heard from outside the door...................... BIO-MECHANIC ERA