Æon Flux Creative background
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Estell 2022-04-22 07:01:14
The city of Bougna was dissatisfied with the powerful rule of the Gu regime, and many people have been missing, and formed the Moni (Magic Party) to resist. After Ian ordered the surveillance system to be destroyed, his sister Una was killed; with the help of Cessandra, he sneaked into the fort to assassinate Trevor Goodcher. Due to side effects and loss of fertility, Gu used cloning technology to reproduce human beings; Trevor and his younger brother Oren cloned for seven generations; after that, under Trevor's cure, some experimental humans gradually regained their fertility, but Trevor's brother Oren's faction However, in order to continue cloning, against Trevor's claims, he assassinated the women who had regained their fertility one by one, and also used the Monnies to deceive Ian to assassinate Trevor; the huge spaceship above the city was actually a cloning agency. After a fierce battle that killed Oren's faction, Trevor regained power
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Elouise 2022-03-27 09:01:05
So many excellent humanistic concerns fall into the hands of directors who are incapable of control, like discussing a problem with academic concepts, moderate and obscure. Too many walls, let them all fall.
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[Æon has set bombs aboard the Relico]
Æon Flux: I have to end it.
Keeper: Yes...
[nods]
Keeper: start over...
Æon Flux: What about you?
Keeper: [a weary smile on his face] I've waited 400 years for this day.
[shakes his head]
Keeper: I'm tired.
[Æon turns to leave]
Keeper: [calling after her] Stay alive, Æon! You are needed!
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[first lines]
Æon Flux: [narrating] Some called Bregna the perfect society. Some call it the height of human civilization. But others know better. The Goodchilds built Bregna to ensure us a future. They built the Relico, a memorial to remind us of what we've survived. They built walls to protect us. They tell us that outside, nature has retaken the world. But the real problems lie within. We are haunted by sorrows we cannot name. People disappear and our government denies these crimes. The Goodchild regime provides for us, as long as we stay quiet. So we trade freedom for a gilded cage. But there are rebels who refuse to make that trade, who fight to overthrow a government that silences us, who fight in the name of the disappeared. They call themselves the Monicans. I am one of them.