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MidReal Story
The Last Hope
Scenario:地球历公元2288年，但我在“曙光号”星际移民太空船的5等舱的一处破败的房间，人工时间灯的凌晨光芒照在我还在做梦的脸上时，今天是我的正式担任太空船的保安第一天，房间的墙壁上全息银幕显示了详细的信息，名字bang，21岁，男，职业保安，你需要在曙光号事件早上9：00到保安队报道，然后信息还显示，“曙光号”太空船是一艏宇宙永动能源为动力的星际探索人类易居星球，2088年建造在地球的太平洋中间一处海平面人造的造船基地制造，船长3789米，宽1218米，高99米，有20层高，可容纳人员2000人，区域规划有农作物种植区、仿海洋生物区、森林植物动物区、图书馆资料区、商业区、仓储区、军营、市政议会、保安警局、能源区、空气水循环区、医院学校、6个等级生活区及遍布全船的机械线路区等，的相等于一个中等规模的城镇，因为当年地球的资源枯竭，我们是第三批被排往太空寻找宜居的星球，全船1988人，包含科学家、医生、教育家、工人、农民、渔民等各界人员组成了一个生态体，全船人类已经繁殖70代，目前人口稳定在16000人左右，目前全船社会结构矛盾巨大，管理层享受最高待遇，科学家学者等享受高级待遇，工作人员享受中等待遇，还有些失业人员享受底层待遇，所以船上目前是三个势力在暗中角力，管理层、公会、地下反抗组织，我们的故事就在这样的环境下展开，复杂的社会关系、严峻的生存环境、无知的未来、渺茫的希望充满了船里大部分居民，我们这次主角包括安娜舰长的女儿，杰克反抗军领袖，伊芙议会议员，戈尔机械局长、邓肯舰队军官、玛丽学者教授、艾斯美船医、汤姆无业流浪汉、蓝姬风俗从业者、暗影零黑网刺客、戴维张商贸处长、井空梦子老师、保罗黑诊所医生、安德鲁保安队长、米亚娱乐公司总裁、安东尼奥黑市交易者，珍妮植物专家、芭芭拉动物专家、娜塔莉能源工、玛雅厨娘、但丁罪犯。问题冲突点是很多人想尽快登入半人马星球，毕竟已经航行了200年，人类因为长时间太空繁殖、血液、皮肤、外观、寿命都发生巨大的变化。请帮我展开围绕爱情、亲情、社会矛盾、敌人、犯罪、信仰、目的、希望展开故事吧！
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Jack
He is a member of the underground resistance on the Dawn spaceship. He is rebellious, determined, and resourceful. Jack grew up on the ship, facing poverty and ostracism. He harbors a deep connection with Mia, a wealthy and influential figure. Despite their strained relationship, he helps her when she loses her memories after an incident. Jack aspires to lead the resistance against the oppressive management, contending with the power of the trade unions and the mysterious Zero faction.
Captain Andrew
He is the head of security on the Dawn. He is authoritative, pragmatic, and perceptive. Andrew leads a team tasked with maintaining order aboard the ship. His interactions with Jack are marked by skepticism and occasional compromise regarding security matters. He balances personal relationships within the limited space of the ship while managing to keep security incidents to a minimum, focusing on maintaining stability within the vast community.
Eve
She is a member of the ship's council representing trade unions. She is assertive, shrewd, and strategic. As a key figure in the council dynamics, Eve navigates power struggles between management and unions. Her allegiance to trade unions positions her against Captain Andrew and other authority figures. Her presence in council meetings influences decisionmaking processes within the ship's governance structure.
The artificial time lamp on my bedside table lit up.
It was 6:00 AM on the ship's time schedule.
I reached over and turned it off.
The ship's computer, Eve, sang in a sweet voice, "Good morning, Jack. The current ship's time is 06:00 AM. The temperature outside the cabin is 22 degrees Celsius. Your schedule for today is empty."
I sat up and looked around my small living room.
The walls were covered in old pictures and posters.
I got out of bed and went to the corner of the room where my clothes were kept.
I picked out a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt and put them on.
I then walked over to the small kitchen area and started to make myself some coffee.
As I waited for the coffee to brew, I thought about today being my first day as a security officer on this ship.
I had been assigned this job two days ago, but I was given a day off to get myself ready.
I thought about how I would be able to help Mia now that I had a job that would give me access to more areas of the ship.
Ever since she had lost her memories, Mia had been acting strange.
She kept talking about going back to Centaurus and how she wanted to get off this ship as soon as possible.
I didn't know what had happened to her, but I knew that something was wrong.
Mia never talked about leaving the ship or going back to Earth.
I finished my coffee and walked over to the elevator.
I pressed the button for Level 2, where Mia's luxury apartment was located.
The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside.
As the doors closed, I thought about how different this part of the ship was from where I lived.
The corridors were clean and well-lit, and the walls were covered in expensive artwork.
It was a stark contrast to the dingy corridor that led to my small cabin on Level 5.
The elevator stopped on Level 2, and I stepped out into the corridor.
I walked down the hallway until I came to Mia's door.
I hesitated for a moment before pressing the buzzer.
After a few seconds, Mia's voice came through the intercom.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Jack," I replied.
There was a pause, and then Mia said, "Come in."
The door slid open, and I walked inside.
Mia's apartment was large and luxurious, with expensive furniture and artwork covering the walls.
But something was off.
There were papers all over the floor, covered in strange drawings and symbols that I didn't recognize. Mia was standing in front of her dining table, staring intently at some star charts that were spread out before her.
She was still wearing her nightgown, and her hair was disheveled.
She looked up as I approached her, and for a moment, she seemed confused.
Then she quickly gathered up the papers on the table and shoved them into a drawer.
"Jack," she said, her voice shaking slightly.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see if you were okay," I replied, looking around at the cluttered room.
"You seem a little...off."
Mia laughed nervously and ran a hand through her hair.
"I'm fine," she said.
"I just...I didn't sleep very well last night."
She walked over to the kitchen area and started to make some tea.
"Do you want some?" she asked me. "No thanks," I replied, glancing at my watch.
"I have to get going soon. I start my new job today."
Mia nodded distractedly as she poured herself a cup of tea.
"That's right," she said.
"Congratulations again."
She took a sip of her tea and then set it down on the counter.
"Jack," she said, turning to face me.
"There's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
"What is it, Mia?" I asked, noticing the tremor in her voice.
She hesitated, glancing at the drawer where she'd hidden the papers.
"I think I remember something about Centaurus... and it's not what we thought."
I sat down across from her at the table, watching as her hands trembled slightly as she sorted through the papers.
The morning light from the artificial windows cast long shadows across her face, accentuating the dark circles under her eyes.
She pulled out a crumpled star chart and smoothed it out on the table, pointing to a series of coordinates she'd marked in red ink.
"These are the coordinates for Centaurus," she explained, her voice barely above a whisper.
"But there's something else here... something I can't quite remember."
Her fingers traced patterns between the stars, as if trying to decipher a hidden code.
"I think there was a secret mission... one that wasn't part of our original plan."
I leaned forward, intrigued by her words.
"What kind of mission?"
She hesitated, glancing around the room nervously.
"I'm not sure... but I think it has something to do with this."
She pulled out a small piece of paper with some cryptic symbols on it.
"This was in my pocket when I woke up this morning. I don't know where it came from or what it means." I reached out to take the paper from her, but she quickly pulled it away, knocking over her cup of tea in the process.
The liquid spilled onto the papers on the table, soaking them and causing the ink to run.
Mia gasped and quickly grabbed a towel to clean up the mess.
But as she did, I noticed something strange.
"Mia, these symbols... they're not just random," I said, pointing to the paper.
Her eyes widened as she looked at me.
"You recognize them?" she asked, her voice a mix of hope and fear.
I helped her gather up the papers that had fallen to the floor, trying to salvage what was left of the ink.
The overhead lights flickered, and then the emergency lights kicked in, casting a dim red glow over the room.
"What's going on?"
Mia asked, clutching the papers to her chest.
"I don't know," I replied, glancing at the ceiling.
"Maybe it's just a power outage."
The overhead speakers crackled with static, and then Captain Andrew's voice came through, his tone calm but urgent.
"We have experienced a Level 2 power failure in Sectors 7 through 12. Please remain calm and stay in your designated areas until further notice."
I checked my security comm-pad, which was clipped to my belt.
The screen lit up with an alert: "Report for duty immediately."
I sighed and looked at Mia.
"I have to go," I said, standing up.
"But I'll be back as soon as I can. Try not to worry."
She nodded, still clutching the papers to her chest.
But as I turned to leave, she grabbed my arm.
Her fingers dug into my sleeve, and I could see the fear in her eyes.
"Please don't go," she said, her voice shaking.
"There's something else... something I need to show you."
I gently pulled away from her grip and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I promise I'll be back soon," I said.
"Just stay here and try to stay safe." She nodded again, but I could see the uncertainty in her eyes.
As I turned and headed for the door, she called out to me once more.
"Jack!"
I stopped and looked back at her.
Her eyes were wide with fear, and she held up the paper with the symbols on it.
"You have to see this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"These symbols," she said, her voice trembling, "they match the ones on the ship's restricted files."
I froze, my mind racing.
"Mia, how do you know that?"
Standing in the red emergency lighting, I hesitated before taking the paper from Mia's trembling hands.
The symbols blurred before my eyes as I moved closer, my fingers brushing against her cold skin.
Her breath caught as our hands touched.
The paper felt worn, its edges soft from being repeatedly folded and unfolded.
My security comm-pad continued buzzing with urgent alerts, but I remained frozen, studying how the emergency lights cast shadows across her face.
She didn't pull away when I leaned in slightly, her eyes fixed on mine.
The moment stretched until another power surge made the lights flicker violently, breaking our connection.
I hurried through the dimly lit corridors, my boots echoing against the metal floors as the red emergency lights pulsed overhead.
The paper in my pocket felt heavy with significance.
Crew members rushed past me in the opposite direction, their faces tense in the crimson glow.
At a junction, I paused to check my comm-pad's map, plotting the quickest route to the control room.
A group of engineers blocked my path, arguing about the power failure.
I squeezed past them, ducking under exposed ceiling panels where repair crews worked.
The control room's reinforced door came into view, guarded by two officers I recognized from my security training.
"Jack, you need to see this," one of the officers said, stepping aside to let me through.
I entered the room, and Captain Andrew turned to face me, his expression grave.
"Those symbols Mia showed you—they match the ones we've found in the encrypted files from the mission logs."
I stood in the control room as the backup generator's deep rumble vibrated through the metal floor.
Captain Andrew paused mid-sentence when the main lights flickered back on.
The emergency red faded away, revealing worried faces around me.
Engineers at their stations verified system stability while checking diagnostics.
I pulled out Mia's paper, comparing the symbols to the classified files on the main screen.
They matched perfectly - not just similar, but identical down to the smallest detail.
The head engineer announced all systems were back online, but Captain Andrew's stern look told me this conversation about the symbols wasn't over.
"Jack, these symbols are part of an ancient code we've been trying to decipher since the mission began," Captain Andrew said, his voice low.
I glanced at the screen, then back at him. "Why wasn't I informed about this sooner?"
Captain Andrew sighed, rubbing his temples. "Because we didn't think anyone outside the command team had access to them until now."
I watch Mia approach through the control room's glass doors, her presence drawing immediate attention from the command staff.
Captain Andrew tenses, his hand moving toward his comm device.
The symbols on the main screen cast a blue glow across her face as she walks directly to me, ignoring protocol and security clearance.
Her fingers brush against my hand, sending a chill through my arm.
"I knew you would find this connection," she whispers, her breath warm against my ear.
Before I can respond, she pulls a small data chip from her sleeve and places it into my palm, closing my fingers around it.
"Be careful," she says, her voice barely audible over the hum of the computers.
Captain Andrew steps forward, his expression hard.
"What did you just give him?" he demands, but Mia doesn't acknowledge him.
Instead, she keeps her gaze locked on me.
The control room falls silent except for the steady hum of computers and the soft chatter of security officers moving to block the exits.
My fingers tighten around the chip in my palm.
Security officers move to block the exits, their eyes fixed on me.
Mia places herself between me and Captain Andrew, maintaining eye contact with me as if daring him to make a move.
Captain Andrew steps closer, his hand reaching for my closed fist.
I quickly slip the chip into my boot, hoping it's not visible from where I stand.
Mia smiles slightly, as if she expected this exact move. "Another power fluctuation detected," announces the head engineer, his voice cutting through the tension.
The lights flicker again, and in that brief moment of darkness, Mia vanishes.
I grip the railing of the metal stairwell, my boots clanging against each step as I descend through the emergency exit.
The data chip in my boot digs into my ankle with every impact.
Red warning lights pulse through the narrow space, casting strange shadows on the walls.
Behind me, I hear Captain Andrew shouting orders and the heavy footsteps of security officers starting their pursuit.
Two levels down, I pause at a landing to catch my breath, pressing my back against the cold wall.
The alarm continues its piercing wail.
Through a small window, I spot Mia crossing the adjacent corridor, beckoning urgently.
I crouch behind a maintenance panel, watching her gesture frantically from the far end of the corridor.
The dim light makes it difficult to discern her features, but her movements are unmistakable.
I edge closer, keeping low to avoid the security cameras.
My boots scrape against the metal floor.
The data chip feels heavy in my boot.
From the stairwell, I hear distant footsteps echoing off the walls.
Mia reaches for something on the wall, and a hidden panel slides open, revealing a keypad.
She types in a code, and a section of the corridor wall slides open, revealing the entrance to a service tunnel.
I hear Captain Andrew's voice getting closer, barking orders into his comm device.
My muscles tense as I prepare to sprint the final distance to Mia.
"Mia, what is this place?" I ask, breathless as I reach her side.
"It's our only way out," she replies, urgency lacing her voice.
"And that chip—it's the key to everything," she adds, her eyes locked onto mine with a fierce intensity.
I hesitate at the entrance of the service tunnel, watching her silhouette against the dim emergency lights.
The metal walls feel cold against my palm as I steady myself.
Behind us, Captain Andrew's voice echoes through the corridor, ordering a sector-wide lockdown.
Mia's hand finds mine in the darkness, pulling me gently into the narrow passage.
The data chip shifts uncomfortably in my boot as we move deeper into the tunnel.
Maintenance pipes line the walls, hissing with steam.
When we reach a junction, Mia stops suddenly.
She turns to face me, her eyes reflecting the red warning lights.
I freeze at the unexpected voice, pulling Mia behind me protectively.
Through the dim red emergency lighting, I make out a figure in maintenance coveralls.
It's Paul, the underground doctor.
He gestures toward a narrow maintenance shaft, his voice hushed and urgent.
"This is our only way. It leads to my clinic," he explains.
Mia squeezes my hand, silently urging me to trust him.
The data chip feels heavy in my boot as the security officers' footsteps echo through the main tunnel.
With no time to debate, I help Mia climb into the shaft first, then follow Paul's lead into the cramped space.
I crawl on my belly, the metal walls pressing against my shoulders.
Paul leads the way, his movements practiced in the narrow passage.
We finally reach a hidden panel that slides open, revealing a dimly lit room.
The air is stale, filled with the scent of medical supplies.
Paul helps us down from the shaft, and we find ourselves in a small storage room adjacent to his clinic.
We catch our breath among shelves stacked with medical supplies and equipment.
Suddenly, the captain's voice blares through the ship's speakers, ordering everyone to gather in the commercial plaza.
Paul checks his security feed on a small screen.
The plaza is already filling with people, their faces anxious and confused.
I move to a small window overlooking the plaza.
Security officers direct people toward the center of the room.
Mia grabs my arm, her voice urgent as she whispers, "We have to be there. We can't draw attention."
I watch as Paul's nurse, Sarah, pulls medical uniforms from a storage cabinet.
She hands me a white coat that smells of antiseptic and helps Mia into scrubs and a surgical mask.
Sarah explains that the service corridor behind the clinic leads directly to the medical station in the commercial plaza.
While changing, I carefully transfer the data chip from my boot to the inner pocket of the white coat.
The fabric scratches against my skin as Sarah demonstrates how real medical staff walk and carry themselves.
Through the small window, I see more security officers flooding into the plaza.
Paul glances at the screen, then turns to us with a grave expression.
"They're looking for someone specific," he says quietly, his eyes lingering on the data chip in my pocket.
Mia's eyes widen as she whispers, "You mean they know about the chip?"
While adjusting my medical disguise, a flicker of light catches my eye.
From the coat pocket where I stashed the data chip, a small holographic projection emerges—a detailed, translucent cat that moves with lifelike precision.
It sits on the examination table, tail swishing, and lets out a loud meow that makes Paul drop his scanner.
Mia freezes mid-stride, her eyes wide with recognition.
The cat turns its head toward her, revealing a collar with symbols that match those from her papers.
I reach for the projection, but my hand passes through it as if it's made of air.
The cat meows again, louder this time.
Sarah checks the corridor, concerned that someone might have heard.
Paul steps closer, his voice low and urgent.
"That projection is a beacon. It's broadcasting our location."
Mia's face pales as she whispers, "We need to shut it off before they trace it here."
I huddle with Mia and Paul behind medical supply crates.
Captain Andrew's voice echoes through the clinic's speakers, his words muffled by the walls.
The holographic cat continues projecting from my pocket, its light reflecting off metal shelves.
Paul frantically searches through drawers for something to contain the signal.
He explains that the ship's sensors can detect unauthorized holograms, especially those not linked to a personal comms device.
Through the window, I watch security officers methodically searching each section of the medical bay.
They're getting closer.
Mia grabs my hand and points to an air vent above us.
I crouch lower, sweat trickling down my neck.
The heavy boots of the security officers approach, and I hear the jangle of equipment.
Paul finally finds a small device that might block the signal, but he needs a few more minutes to activate it.
Sarah stands by the door, pretending to organize supplies while keeping an eye on the officers.
The holographic cat continues to flicker in my pocket, its light seeping through the fabric.
Through the gaps between the crates, I see the first officer enter the room.
He's armed, his weapon raised as he scans the area.
More officers follow, moving in a pattern to cover every inch of the room.
Mia's hand finds mine again in the darkness.
We press ourselves against the cold metal wall as the officers' shadows stretch across the floor, creeping closer to our hiding spot.
I huddle with Mia behind the crates, watching Paul connect wires to a small display screen he pulled from his medical kit.
The holographic cat flickers and vanishes as he attaches the data chip to the screen.
The device crackles with static before a clear image appears.
It's a recorded message from Captain Andrew himself, his face stern and serious in the dim space between supply shelves.
Security officers' footsteps echo outside our hiding spot.
Mia and I lean closer to hear Andrew's words, spoken in a whisper.
"Operation Centaurus has been compromised. The mission details are on this data chip. You must destroy it if captured."
Paul's fingers tremble as he reaches for the chip, ready to erase everything.
I press against Mia behind the crates, our hands locked together.
Paul's screen flickers with static, but the message continues to play.
Security officers' footsteps grow louder outside the door.
Sarah pretends to drop supplies, buying us a few seconds.
I feel Mia's rapid pulse through our joined hands, matching my own racing heartbeat.
The chip grows warm in the reader as more of Andrew's message plays.
Through gaps between crates, I see an officer's shadow pause at the doorway.
I lean forward with Mia to watch the screen as Andrew's message continues playing through bursts of static.
The image shifts, showing a younger man standing next to Andrew in what appears to be the ship's control room.
Mia's hand tightens painfully around mine as she stares at the man's face.
Her breathing becomes shallow and quick.
The security officers' footsteps pause right outside our hiding spot.
Mia whispers a single word: "Marcus."
Her free hand reaches toward the screen, trembling as she traces the outline of the man's face.
I've never seen her look so shaken, even during her memory loss episodes.
"Mia, who is he?" I ask, my voice barely audible over the static.
"He's my brother," she replies, her eyes never leaving the screen.
"But Mia, you told me your brother died years ago," Paul interjects, his fingers hesitating over the chip.