Category: Archetype Project

“Doctor Fanshaw, is the test subject ready?” The voice makes me jump, and I almost fumble the precious vial. Booming over the loudspeakers, it’s like the voice of God. Worse, it’s the voice of an impatient CEO who’s already used phrases like “project overruns” and “termination of contract.” “It’s, ah – it’s all ready, Sir.…

“So, the Corporation finally sent you to kill me?” The bruise on my cheek stings something fierce, but it ain’t hurt as much as my pride. The factory floor is cold beneath my knees, and I’m uncomfortably aware of the goon flanking me as I keep my hands raised and stare up at my target.…

So you’ve decided on your Archetype, my girl? Congratulations – it must have been only yesterday that we were playing ice cream shop in an old cardboard box. What did you say? Ten years ago? No, impossible! Anyway, who did you select to devote yourself to? Nzinga Mbandi? Ahh, a queen – a revolutionary queen…