In the middle of a basement that was barely illuminated by the flickering lights of various machines and servers laid a massive glass tube, inside of which countless chemicals and organic samples were churning and mixing together.
Watching the process with an excited smile was a little kid with long, unkempt hair and verdant eyes. Her hands were occupied taking notes, but her eyes were glued to the machine.
"It's working, it's finally working!"
The materials bonded together before her bewildered eyes, forming a strange blueish sphere. It took her a moment to regain her bearings, rushing towards the console of the machine. As she operated the console, the sphere was encased in a protecting layer before being pushed out of the tube through a small opening at the base of the machine, landing on a soft cushion.
"I made it, life!"
The girl took the egg with trembling hands, raising it high as if to admire it. Her eyes became moist but her smile was dazzling and her face was flushed from excitement, truly and completely ecstatic.
I've never been able to make friends.
Animals always run away from me.
But now...now
"Surely...a life made by me will agree to be my friend, surely!"
After sitting down on her chair, she began to twirl while laughing, looking at the egg she held in her hands with utter delight. Only after feeling satisfied did she stop and hug the egg tightly, as if fearing it would be taken away from her.
"I'll think of a name when you hatch, but for now I'll just call you...Friend."
Exhausted from her own excitement, the girl fell deeply asleep while hugging the egg. The smile on her face remained unchanged even as her consciousness drifted away, unbothered by the sound around her.
Completely ignorant to the emergency transmission that appeared on the TV soon after. She fell into the dream world, sleeping soundly.
A few hours later, the sound of a loud crack reverberated through the clustered basement, and a watery liquid seeped from the cracks in the egg.
A blue glowing sphere, with an almost imperceptible slit from which a diminute eye peeked hatched from the egg, and looked at its mother, before staring intently at the TV.
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Far from the basement were the little girl dwelled, at the center of the UN headquarters in New York, the world leaders were watching the scene transmitted on the screen with worried expressions and locked jaws.
The president of the United Nations Security Council, Frederick Meier, watched in frustration as humanity's fleet was being brutalized outside of Earth's atmosphere. Those soldiers were giving up their lives in hopes of safeguarding their home and loved ones, dying inside of glorified coffins against a much more powerful adversary that wanted them all dead.
"Those blue-skin bastards...!"
The Cyrus Empire, one of Humanity's first enemies ever since they were discovered by the galactic community, had easily breached through the Sol System defenses, obliterating their defense stations and moon bases like they were nothing, aiming only for the destruction of the human species with false pretext as their only reason for war.
Not caring for the lives of innocents, only for the resources they would gain upon their victory.
"Meier...even if we wreck our atmosphere we should launch our nuclear arsenal...it's our only chance."
President of the United Nations General Assembly, Anderson Moore, looked at the reluctant Meier with pleading eyes. They both knew that they would be condemning the surface of their planet and most of the population who couldn't get underground in time, and were hesitant.
But it was their only chance at survival.
Meier bit his lip, watching their cruisers snapping in half under the blue-skins superior firepower and their fighters going out in plasma explosions was quickly draining away his hopes of a miracle.
He was reluctant. He didn't want his grandsons to have to live underground, never to see the light of day or feel the breeze of a summer wind because of his decision, but he lacked ideas or skills that could help them avoid their fate.
Not even surrendering was an option, for the Cyrus refused to accept it before.
"What other choice do we have at this point..."
He slammed his fist on the table with such strength that it caved in where he strikes, directing the attention of those presents to himself.
"Send an evacuation notice. The underground cities we prepared in cases such as these may not be able to house all of humanity...but they'll save our species if possible."
Both his lips and hand were bleeding, and yet he paid neither any mind, his eyes still focused on the screen, imprinting every death into his mind.
"Prepare to launch the nuclear arsenal, all of it!"
Those present gasped at his orders, as reluctant as him. Yet not one of them objected, aware of their current struggle and how the odds were against them.
Most of them were relieved they wouldn't be the ones to be written in history as the ones who suggested or ordered such a thing.
The representatives of the nuclear powers looked at each other before nodding with a heavy atmosphere to their movements. They barked orders through their phones, the operators at other side of the line were hesitant as they were.
Not to long after, they were all just waiting for President Meier's order. Meier remained attentive to the screen, as if awaiting for a miracle to happen before he brought upon doom upon his planet.
However, his hopes and prayers went unanswered. He could only witness the demise of the valiant men and women who rode those scraps of metal they called the Earth Defense Fleet to their death.
"... We've got no other way, launch the—"
"SIR!"
Just as he was about to give the final order, a man bargee into the room, drawing in the gaze of every person present, freezing him up in place for a moment before regaining his bearings and walking forward.
"We've received strange reports from many environmental agencies!..we...we don't know what's happening but—!"
The man walked towards the computer connected to the screens of the room, changing the view of the batte for one of the Indian ocean.
"The sea—!"
All eyes grew wide and astonished as they saw the live feed shown to them. Confusion and fear arose within most of them, and yet some were struck with a sense of wonder like they had only felt when they discovered they weren't alone in the universe.
A massive, glowing sphere was staring at the stars, and the sea moved following it's will.
"The sea is alive!"