October 8th 2937, the chambers.
Thirteen years after the "deviation", no survivors in Mayfield.

It was dark, nothing could be heard, a musky smell swerled around the air. He felt like he was drowning. "Again? It happened.." He attempted to say, only for a small whine to excape his lips.
The sound of a hinge echoed, he saw a bright light... it burned his eyes, wished it never opened,

"Project Xcvt5; Cyanide?"
Where they unfamiliar with the projects? Who were they? Why where they here? They definitely weren't a bidder... No that's impossible. So who?
Cyanides mind was racing, and even though he hates his "name", they took everything, even his memory...

Suddenly he heard a sharp gasp, and then silence. He was spotted, least he'd finished the last experiment. The drugs kicked in. "Shit- no please! C-" he could no longer make out the voice but he heard... Something. He felt everything, he wanted to scream, kick, run anything to avoid this feeling he'd so desperately needed; that being nostalgia. He was small once again, a little kid left alone in this dark world, he's mind raced over everything he'd know; pain, fear, hurt but... he hadn't know this, why was it familiar? He would've loved to think more but, he was overcome by sleep.

In the comma like, dreamless dream. A young man woke. The words of his mother screaming at him, almost hateful.

Don't worry my dear,
I'll always be right here.
Quite down,
Find a lucky gal, and we'll be proud son.
Never forget that- Xcvt5+UjTt9KTtOHi1LAHJ68v1GgI7SGMQneNpYnkzM=
Don't you dare forget us, okay?

He felt lost; everything was taken, his home, his life, his boyfriend... everything

Of course his family had left...

How could you!?! I can't believe we raised... A-a a.. cunt, sissy-boy! I hope you run, you'll regret it of you don't...

Why'd he bother even speaking? They'd never cared from the start... He'd even seen the news the other day.

"Is humanity taking the wroung steps? Is accepting the LGBTQ community killing us?" Former president C. Comldel says "we have accepted these "things", risking our humanity- they're too many, the world is underpopulated, I can't tell a woman she'd beautiful in a dress like that or this and I can't tell a man he's strong, without looking like one-"

I'd stoped listening "what a load of bullshit" I told my family but they'd disagreed.

"Oi! Shut it he used to be our president!"

Then it started, like we revisited the 1500's...

Well that was shit- *cough cough* I'll continue it another day but... ummm... Yeah... If ya wanna descript his name go for it, the world, diamics and shit will get explained as I continue. So.. ummm... yeah, bye! Ah it's 23:17 and I'm still I'm school for like two more weeks ;u;