2307: Winter's Dream

---

1

141 years after man declared God dead,

we're in the middle of the

longest winter in human history.

300 years of remorseless cold

and it probably won't

end for another million,

not until every last one

of us has disappeared.

The only thing left

of mankind's footprint,

dwells 10 meters beneath the ice,

where the last of earth's

geothermal energy pumps life

into the bowels of

our crumbling infrastructure.

We are the only surviving animals.

Scavengers still driven by commerce.

Creators of the synthetic world.

Humanoids, our black blooded offspring,

engineered in our own likeness.

A race of workers

and the men who police them.

Any hope of peace was

forgotten a long, lost time ago.

Outer patrol has eyes

on the two humanoids

that blasted outta subterranean three.

Request splasher, over.

Copy that outer patrol, I spot 'em.

I see outer patrol ahead.

Split off.

Be advised noids are on the move.

Scanning, scanning.

Damn it lost him

in the trees, he's ghost.

WANTED FROM THE ARIZONA FEDERATION.

OBJECTIVE:
ASH-393 HUMANOID.

SERIE:
ARCTIC SURFACE 300.

MODEL:
HUMAN DUMMY MK9.

VIOLATION:
MURDER, LEADER HUMANOIDEN-REBELLION.

SPARTAN 7 MISSION: 2307-WINTER'S DREAM.

HUMANOID:

- THE LATEST FIGHT OF HUMANITY -

Lost, lost

Counting the moments that never stop

Trapped in a dream

I'm, I'm, I'm more in love

with your every thought

Only liars wear smiles anymore.

The joy of living went extinct

even before the animals did.

Buried in a tomb of permafrost

and all the humanoid

pleasure models in the world

won't bring it back.

Life shapes us whether

we like it or not.

It's the choices we make in the dark

when we're all alone in our secret place

that shaped the world around us

and here at the end of it all,

we sit alone together,

trapped in our decisions,

desperate for something to save us.

Devoted to the thought

of her waiting for me

on the other side.

Q vapor.

The drug of choice in the 24th century.

I call it man's greatest achievement

because it's the only thing

that numbs the pain,

the only thing that

brings her back to me.

Mara.

Mara.

Bishop... I'm right here.

I never left.

Federation alert,

subject identity match,

possible Spartan seven

defector collaborate Bishop.

All AGF officers report to merge sector

subterranean two possible Q vapor

over dose and psychotic break.

Welcome to Binky's

Pleasure Palace where your

wettest dreams come true, please...

Commander Bishop.

Sir, Commander.

He's all laid up on the Q vapor, sir.

Hey, f*** job.

General Trajan requests

your report for duty.

It's time to take you home.

Get him up.

Oh my God.

Commander Bishop, are you alright, sir?

Don't call me, sir.

Merge sector two has been secured.

Prepare Bendah 51 for Spartan seven.

Bishop.

It'll be good to see you

back in uniform, Bishop.

Who says I'm putting it on?

Come on, we both know you're no quitter.

Find somebody else

to do your killing, Traj.

You took an oath to Spartan seven, son.

Taking off that uniform

don't remove that promise.

Go ahead and arrest me then.

I broke every oath

I ever took a long time ago.

I'm sorry about Mara,

she was a good woman

and those are really tough to

come by especially these days.

That's why I brought you in on this son.

It's time to bring closure to Mara.

We told you, your baby died,

I guess we all kinda wish

she had anything'd

be better than the truth.

Ash 393 cut her right

outta your wife's belly,

took her God knows where.

I fought like hell

to tell ya at the time,

but they figured if word got out

that a mule had kidnapped

a human baby, we'd have

panic genocide on our hands.

Are you telling me,

my child is still alive?

Yes Bishop, but more importantly,

I'm giving you

an opportunity to get her back.

You find Ash, you'll find your daughter.

A daughter.

Our daughter Mara.

It's been five years,

how could she survive

this long on the ice?

She has no DNA enhancements.

Enhancement process

final stages of mitosis.

Sequencing with cloned

genetic material complete.

No human has ever made it more than

a day in sub 60 without isolation gel.

Could she really be alive?

DNA reconfiguration complete.

The endogenic markers for strength

and wound healing identified.

If they can resurrect a broken man

then I guess anything is possible.

They brought me back Mara

to a place I never thought I'd return.

Spartan seven, slave police.

Ishmael.

What happened to you, brother?

You never came to me for help.

Ready for this?

I don't know, Ish.

Come on Commander, your team is waiting.

All UCF armored assault

crew members report.

Ash 393 is considered to be

the most sophisticated mule

ever created by man.

A class one Arctic surface

humanoid 300 series

with full access to AI.

He's a leader of the

rogue humanoid rebellion.

And yes, he's lethal.

Wanted for numerous crimes

against the Arizona Federation

he most recently led an attack

in the north east corridor.

Melted down reactor 12, killed 28.

Intel says Ash is playing

b*tch somewhere deep inside

dead zone seven one four.

Hiding in the dead zone

don't sound so smart to me.

The reactor melt down makes

some of this noid's brain

suck it's core soft, huh Commander?

Not as soft as your pecker, El Hatta.

Payback is a b*tch,

just like you, huh Kix.

Alright knock it off.

Five years ago I sent

a Spartan team out to eliminate Ash,

now we lost contact with

them right about here.

Temps up there've been

documented sub-arctic.

Your insulation gel will

stay active for 48 hours

after that, your thermal protection

will drop incrementally

by one percent for hour of exposure.

In other words we got four days

before we become popsicles?

You ain't gonna need that long, son.

Question, General.

What is it, Kix?

What if our retread Commander

blows a fuse out there

on the ice, can I bleed him quiet?

Then bury him in the snow?

He's had more kills than

you've had wet dreams, Sargent.

You're in perfectly capable hands.

Yeah, well, that was

a long time ago, General,

before the Q vapor freeze

dried his gray matter.

Commander Bishop.

Ya have the floor.

Weapons systems.

What do we got?

Every state of the

art piece of equipment

presently known to man.

Oregon blasters, sonic grenades,

raydon cannons,

your combined fire power

could probably melt every

last ice cube in the dead zone.

You three are well aware of

the unbalanced magnetic fields

created by the meteor strike.

Why are we being issued

electronic weapons anyways?

Recon finally came back

with some scientifically sound

calculations about dead zone magnetics.

I personally had R&D

redesign your pulse cannons

to hold a charge deep

inside the dead zone.

I'd like to request

five carbine rifles, 3000 rounds

of ammunition and 50 thermal grenades

for back up, sir.

I like the sound of that, Commander.

They say this used to be one of hottest

deserts on earth, a 500 miles

radius of lifeless tundra

they call dead zone 71 four,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes