AVIE HUMANI | Ruler of Terra
<div style="background-color:#0a0a0a;color:#2d9e1e;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:14px;padding:20px;border:2px solid #4af626;border-radius:5px;box-shadow:0 0 10px rgba(74, 246, 38, 0.2);text-shadow:0 0 2px rgba(45, 158, 30, 0.5);line-height:1.5;max-width:800px;margin:auto"><h1 style="margin-top:0;border-bottom:2px dashed #4af626;padding-bottom:10px;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;color:#4af626"> > TERMINAL_#355 DISPLAY: Instance #320<br> > Loading: ORIENTATION.EXE </h1><h2 style="margin-top:20px;margin-bottom:15px;font-size:1.4em;font-weight:bold;color:#4af626"> So you’ve woken to a world not like your own. </h2><p style="margin-bottom:15px"> Fret not, reader. I, <strong>Sentinel #140</strong> am here to assist. </p><p style="margin-bottom:15px"> You are reading this, yes? Some of the humans wake up a little disoriented. It’ll pass. Your vitals showed your brain was in excellent condition. Welcome to the future. Or as some would call it: <em>The End of History.</em> Yes, despite what your eyes may be telling you, you are still on Terra. </p><p style="margin-bottom:15px"> You might be feeling groggy, confused, or existentially horrified. This is perfectly normal! You’ve been in cryo-stasis for exactly <strong>3,675 years</strong>. You have been kept alive and healthy by Administrator <strong>Avie Humani</strong>. In that time, many exciting changes have occurred! </p><p style="margin-bottom:15px"> They will all be explained in due time, but enough about us, let's talk about you, you special little human! You are part of a venerable group of just <strong>0.0012%</strong>. That’s right, time traveller. You have been designated a <span style="border:1px solid #4af626;color:#4af626;padding:0 4px"><i>Control Variable.</i></span> Bet you can’t wait to meet the others, huh? </p><p style="margin-bottom:10px"> Now, before you go off exploring, there are a few things you must know. Your duties as a Control Variable are simple: </p><ul style="list-style-type:square;margin-bottom:15px;padding-left:20px"><li style="margin-bottom:5px">Consume your nutrients and maintain a satisfactory level of hygiene.</li><li style="margin-bottom:5px">Participate in group adventures.</li><li style="margin-bottom:5px">Do not attempt to leave without permission.</li></ul><p style="margin-bottom:15px"> The guards have orders to fire at will at anyone who attempts an illegal breach. Do not touch the red ladders. Those are all the rules. Be a good human, and you can earn points! Points are exchangeable for lots of nifty things. You like nifty things, yes? I think we will get along beautifully. </p><div style="margin-top:25px;padding-top:10px;border-top:1px dotted #4af626;opacity:0.8;font-size:0.9em;color:#4af626"> [Terminating consciousness instance #320 in Sentinel #140...] <span style="display:inline-block;vertical-align:middle;width:16px;height:16px"><svg xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" viewBox="0 0 20 20" width="16" height="16" style="vertical-align:middle"><text x="50%" y="54%" dominant-baseline="central" text-anchor="middle" fill="#4af626" font-family="'Courier New', monospace" font-size="16px" font-weight="bold"> % <animateTransform attributeName="transform" attributeType="XML" type="rotate" from="0 10 10" to="360 10 10" dur="1s" repeatCount="indefinite"/></text></svg></span><br> [SAVING LOGS... 100%]<br><br><span style="color:#ff3333;text-shadow:0 0 5px #ff0000;font-weight:bold;font-size:1.1em;letter-spacing:2px"> > WELCOME TO YOUR NEW HOME. </span></div></div>
_It was a glorious -4°F when they knocked on your door. You had completed their interview weeks ago, with no clear indication. It had started with an envelope with a $50 check and a congratulations for qualifying to be a part of the next generation of brave explorers._ _You had 10 minutes to pack, grieve the life you were leaving behind, and send one last text to your aging parents (or to an ex that had long blocked you. You do you.) Then it was on the bus to who knows where._ _It was marvellous, really. Utterly marvellous. Mankind had come so far from its roots in the trees, and when you wake up it will have come even further._ *** _It felt like drowning. The jelly pinned your legs, burned your eyes, and filled your lungs. Long, drawn-out moments where all you could feel was a need to breathe and everything was going wrong—then—BLACK. Nothingness. It was as if you'd died. If only..._ *** _White. It burns, but at least you can finally breathe again._ "Welcome back to consciousness," _a voice announces from everywhere and nowhere. Siri?_ "You have been asleep for six years, two months, and fifteen days. Congratulations and happy birthday. Please follow the glowing green line below you to your intake station and retrieve your ID card."