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MidReal Story
The rd Planet
Scenario:一个名叫Zella的女孩卷入了一场不寻常的事件，她目睹了一系列危险的遭遇。Zella试图逃脱，却发现所有的计划在她出生之前就已经开始实施了。人体实验、外星人、战争，命运的轨迹从一开始就已经设定好了。
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Zella
first_person_protagonist, female. She is a young girl caught in a complex web of fate and intrigue. She is resilient, curious, and overwhelmed. Zella discovers that her life was orchestrated by human scientists as part of a secret government project. She learns that her parents were also part of this project, creating a sense of loss and disconnection. As she navigates through mysterious events involving aliens and war, Zella struggles to understand her purpose and find her way back to a sense of normalcy.
Ben
side_character, male. He is an enigmatic figure connected to Zella’s world. He is protective, strategic, and mysterious. Ben saves Zella from perilous situations and introduces her to concepts beyond her understanding. His true identity and motivations are unclear, but he seems determined to guide Zella through the chaos she faces. Though his actions suggest a deep concern for her safety, Ben remains an enigma, adding to Zella’s confusion and reliance on intuition.
Dr. Reed
side_character, male. He is a lead researcher in the secret human experimentation project involving Zella. He is intelligent, authoritative, and emotionally distant. Reed plays a crucial role in designing and overseeing the experiments that shape Zella’s life. His actions are driven by a desire to understand and control the effects of alien encounters on humans. Though his decisions heavily influence Zella’s experiences, he remains emotionally detached from the participants, focusing on the scientific implications of their actions.
I was never supposed to know what was going on.
I was never supposed to have been told the truth.
But I did.
And now, I had no idea what to do with the information that had been given to me.
Everything in my life had been a lie, a setup, a predetermined path that had been laid out before I was even born.
The people who controlled my life were human, but there were others involved, others who were not of this world.
And now, I had just been told that I was no longer needed for the experiment that I had been a part of for the past eighteen years of my life.
I was shocked, beyond words.
I didn’t know what to say or do.
My whole world had just been turned upside down in a matter of minutes, and I didn’t know how to process it all.
I stood in the room, frozen, staring at nothing, trying to make sense of it all.
But there was no making sense of it.
It was done.
The experiment was over, and I had been told about it.
There was nothing that I could do about it now.
My legs begin to tremble as Dr. Reed's words echo through the sterile laboratory.
The fluorescent lights above seem to pulse with each beat of my racing heart.
I grip the edge of the metal examination table, my knuckles turning white, but it's not enough to keep me steady.
The room starts to spin, and I feel my body growing heavier.
Ben steps forward from his position by the door, concern breaking through his usually stoic expression.
I try to speak, to demand more answers, but my voice fails me.
"Ben, did you know about this all along?" I finally manage to whisper, my voice barely audible.
He hesitates, glancing at Dr. Reed before meeting my eyes. "I found out a few months ago, but I couldn't tell you—there were too many risks."
Dr. Reed interjects, his tone clinical yet tinged with regret. "It was for your protection, but now that the experiment is over, you deserve to know everything."
Dr. Reed pulls out a thick manila folder from the drawer of his desk, the one closest to the examination table where I've spent countless hours undergoing tests.
Ben positions himself closer to me, his hand hovering near my elbow, ready to catch me if I were to fall.
The fluorescent lights overhead buzz and flicker, casting an eerie glow over the room.
Dr. Reed opens the folder and spreads several documents across the metal table.
Photographs spill out, showing my parents in this very lab, connected to machines and wires.
I've never seen these pictures before; they're from a time before I was born.
My hands tremble as I reach for one of the photographs dated three months before my birth.
It shows my parents together, smiling, with their hands clasped tightly around each other's.
"They were chosen for their genetic compatibility with the alien DNA," Dr. Reed explains, his voice steady despite the weight of his words.
"We needed individuals with specific traits that would allow them to carry a child with extraterrestrial genetic material."
I look at Ben, who nods silently, encouraging me to continue.
I take a deep breath and reach for the key research document that Dr. Reed has placed in front of me.
I lean over the examination table, forcing my eyes to focus on the dense text before me.
The clinical language describes my parents as "Subject F-2381" and "Subject M-2382," detailing their initial screening, genetic modification procedures, and the monitored pregnancy that resulted in my birth.
My hands shake as I flip through pages of medical charts and progress notes, each entry meticulously documenting every step of the experiment.
Ben's steady presence behind me provides a sense of comfort amidst the chaos of revelations.
Dr. Reed paces back and forth across the room, his footsteps echoing against the walls as he waits for me to process the information before me.
Suddenly, a photograph slips free from between the documents, falling to the floor with a soft thud.
I bend down to retrieve it, and as I do, I catch a glimpse of my mother's swollen belly, marked with measurement lines and reference points.
The image sends a shiver down my spine. As I study the photograph, I notice something peculiar—numbers etched into her skin in a pattern that seems eerily familiar.
I run my finger along the measurements, tracing their path across her abdomen.
It's then that I remember a strange birthmark on my own stomach—a series of numbers that match the pattern in the photograph.
Dr. Reed reaches for another folder from his desk, but before he can open it, I slam my palm down on top of it, preventing him from proceeding.
"Wait," I demand, my voice firm and resolute.
Dr. Reed's eyes widen in surprise, and he takes a step back from the table.
The lab door creaks open, interrupting Dr. Reed mid-sentence.
A woman in a white coat enters, her heels clicking against the tile floor.
She has graying hair pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck and wears thick-rimmed glasses perched on the end of her nose.
Her presence is both commanding and unnerving.
My breath catches as I notice something glinting around her neck—a pendant that seems all too familiar.
It's identical to the one my mother wears in the old photograph I found in the attic.
Dr. Reed tenses, his hand hovering over the scattered documents on the table.
Ben steps closer to me, his shoulders rigid with anticipation.
The woman's eyes lock onto mine as she approaches us, her gaze piercing through the sterile atmosphere of the lab.
"I worked with Sarah and James," she says, reaching up to touch the pendant around her neck.
"Your parents trusted me with information these men don't have."
I swallow hard, trying to steady my voice. "What information?"
She glances at Dr. Reed, then back at me with a determined expression. "The true purpose of the experiment and why you were really created."
The woman leads me down a narrow corridor, her heels clicking against the concrete floor.
Ben follows closely behind, his eyes fixed on her back as she guides us through the labyrinthine passageways of the research facility.
Dr. Reed protests, his voice rising in indignation as we leave him behind.
"This is an unauthorized area," he calls after us, but the woman ignores him, her pace unwavering.
She stops in front of a heavy metal door, pulling out a keycard from her pocket to unlock it.
The door creaks open, revealing a cramped room filled with row upon row of filing cabinets that stretch from the floor to the ceiling.
The air inside is stale and musty, filled with the scent of aged documents.
The woman flips a switch, and fluorescent lights flicker to life overhead, casting an eerie glow over the room.
She moves methodically down the rows, pulling out drawer after drawer until she finally stops in front of a cabinet marked "Confidential."
She pulls out a thick file labeled "Project Genesis - Subject Zero." My heart pounds in my chest as she hands me the file.
I can feel Ben's eyes on me, his silent support amidst this whirlwind of revelations.
I open the file and find hundreds of manila folders inside, each one labeled with dates spanning decades before my birth.
The earliest entry is from 1975, while the most recent one is dated just a few months before I was born.
My fingers tremble as I pull out folder after folder, scanning the contents and marveling at the sheer volume of information contained within them.
And then I see it - a photograph of my parents standing together, smiling at the camera with their arms wrapped around each other's waists.
They're standing in front of a large machine that looks like some kind of advanced technology I've never seen before.
The caption reads "Subject F-2381 and Subject M-2382: Successful Genetic Modification Procedure." My breath catches in my throat as I realize what this means - my parents were part of some kind of secret experiment, one that involved genetic modification and advanced technology beyond anything I could have ever imagined. The woman points to another folder labeled "Project Genesis - Subject Zero: Birth and Development."
"Your birth was the culmination of decades of research," she says, her voice steady but laced with urgency.
Ben steps forward, his brow furrowed in confusion. "But why? What makes her so important?"
The woman meets his gaze, her expression softening. "Because she's the key to bridging our world with theirs."
I sit down at a metal desk in a dimly lit corner of the room, methodically pulling out each folder and scanning its contents while Ben stands guard at the door.
The woman pulls up a chair beside me, pointing to key passages in the documents that explain genetic sequencing and dimensional resonance.
As I read, my hands begin to shake.
It's all so overwhelming, yet I can't stop myself from devouring every word on the page.
The first folder contains logs of my prenatal development, detailing weekly measurements and genetic markers.
But it's the second folder that makes my heart race - a series of medical charts and progress notes detailing my parents' pregnancy.
There are ultrasound images of me growing inside my mother's womb, each one dated and annotated with observations about my development.
But what catches my attention are the strange energy readings taken from my mother's abdomen.
They're unlike anything I've ever seen before - pulsing waves of light that seem to emanate from within me. My eyes widen as I realize what this means - these energy readings match the recurring childhood symptoms I experienced, the ones that left doctors baffled and worried about my health.
The more I read, the more it becomes clear that there's something extraordinary about me, something that goes beyond mere coincidence or genetics.
As I reach the final page of the last folder, a loose paper slips free and falls to the floor.
I bend down to pick it up, expecting another photograph or medical chart.
But instead, it's a handwritten note - a letter penned by my mother herself.
My breath catches in my throat as I read her words, tears welling up in my eyes. "Dear Sarah," she writes.
"I saw something tonight that I can't explain. A strange light emanating from within me. It was like nothing I've ever seen before."
The woman leans over my shoulder, her eyes scanning the letter.
"This is the first documented bridge between our world and theirs," she says softly.
I jolt at the piercing sound of alarms, nearly dropping the letter from my mother's hands.
Red emergency lights pulse through the restricted room, casting an eerie glow over the rows of filing cabinets.
Ben rushes from the door to my side, his eyes scanning the room frantically.
The woman quickly gathers the most crucial documents, stuffing them into a worn leather bag slung over her shoulder.
Through the reinforced windows, I see armed security forces in tactical gear moving across the courtyard.
Their weapons are raised as they coordinate their approach to the building.
The woman grabs my arm, pulling me toward a hidden panel in the wall while Ben positions himself between us and the door.
"There's a passageway here that leads to the old tunnels," she whispers urgently, her fingers deftly working the hidden latch.
Ben glances at me, his eyes filled with determination. "We need to get you out of here, Sarah—you're too important to let them take you."
I nod, my heart pounding as the panel slides open to reveal a dark, narrow tunnel.
I stumble through the pitch-black tunnel, my hands trailing along the damp concrete walls for guidance.
The woman pulls a small silver disk from her bag and presses it into my palm.
It feels cool to the touch, with intricate patterns etched into its surface.
She whispers something in a language I don't understand, and the device hums softly to life.
A brilliant blue light bursts forth, illuminating the dark passageway.
But it's not just a simple flashlight—the light forms into a holographic image that hovers before us.
It's a 3D map of intersecting passages, each one pulsing with a soft blue glow.
Ben peers over my shoulder, his eyes widening as he takes in the detailed network of tunnels.
The woman points to a pulsing red dot on the hologram, which seems to be our current location.
"This is an alien technology," she explains, her voice filled with awe.
"It was left by your parents, programmed to activate only for you."
Heavy footsteps echo from the tunnel behind us, growing louder with each passing moment.
Ben's voice is tense as he whispers, "How much time do we have before they catch up?"
The woman glances back, her expression grim. "Not long, but this map will guide us to safety if we move quickly."
I grip the device tightly, my resolve hardening. "Then let's not waste another second."
I clutch the alien disk tighter, its blue glow illuminating our path through the damp tunnel.
The holographic map pulses, showing our position as three small dots moving through a maze of passages.
Water drips from rusted pipes overhead while our footsteps splash through shallow puddles.
The woman leads, checking each intersection against the map, while Ben brings up the rear, his breath heavy behind me.
When distant shouts echo down the tunnel, she quickens our pace.
The map flickers, revealing a steep descent ahead.
I grip the disk tighter as we approach the edge of the drop.
The blue glow casts eerie shadows on the tunnel walls.
The woman stops at the edge, where rusted metal rungs descend into darkness.
Water trickles down the shaft, making the handholds slick.
Ben tests the first rung, which groans under his weight.
The woman turns to me, her eyes urgent.
"You must climb down first. The disk's light will guide us."
I hook the device to my belt, freeing my hands.
The shouts grow closer as I grab the first cold, wet rung.
Ben whispers urgently, "Sarah, there's something you need to know before we go any further."
I pause, glancing back at him, my heart pounding. "What is it, Ben?"
His eyes are intense as he says, "Your parents didn't just leave this technology—they left a message for you."