Humanity finally did it; they finally hit rock bottom. They ran through war after war after war. They exhausted or destroyed resource masses. The land began to crumble under their very touch. Humanity needed someone to take over. And so, as so many authors predicted in bygone ages, the mass corporations stepped in. They took the best traits they could find; intelligence, beauty, endurance, obedience. A few traits like individuality were planned to be bred out according to their purpose. These saved bloodlines went in to creating Personas. Only the humans determined enough to get to the safe zones were allowed to live within the new societies. Personas? Though they came from humans, though their DNA was identical in every way that mattered. They were machines, created in laboratories and incapable of independent thought. But thats the thing; you cant breed humanity out. You cant take human young and raise them like machines. Some bloodlines will always go wrong. Some people will refuse to accept they can go wrong. Foreword"What do you mean Vicis is gone?"He couldnt help but stare; there was no reply. There never was when you were talking to any of Feminas Personas. You couldnt find more perfect examples of how they were supposed to be if you tried. Waving them away, he slumped down in his seat and switched on a screen, staring as the images flickered in front of him."Its their bloodline brother, I told you there was something wrong with mixing them the way you did. Didnt you learn anything from the Basileus project?"Oh, how he would just love to put them in their place right now. He had been so sure this time...Basileus wasnt meant to happen again, only this time it was worse; theyd lost five, not one. And it wasnt just any five either. It was Vicis, they were designed to survive. They were dangerous. His silence seemed to be taken as a refusal to answer as the chair behind him creaked and the sound of shoes tapping on the floor came closer."Ill send Candentia after them, shall I then?"