Professor Iko's Backstory (Main plot opening)

Everything in these files takes place on a fictional world called Amitron on the continent of Lyria, at the city of Iredon. A world where Endermen are taken as aggressive creatures that would constantly attack cities and kill everything in their path. As a result of this, citizens would often hunt them down in hopes of exterminating the Endermen for good. It is also worth mentioning this civilization and world has the looks of large empty wildlands while the cities are highly concentrated with all sorts of lifeforms that coexis1t in a cyberpunk type of architecture with some level of medieval architecture. They’re vastly populated places resulting in many stories and shortcomings Cities are often places of misery yet because of the control and poverty most people live through as the ‘regular citizen’ no one dares leave. Most feel ‘comfortable enough’ in their day-to-day life. It’s here where our Professor enters, someone who was tired of the Endermen being hunted down, someone who was tired of the creatures he loves so much being painted as the villain. When no one else would just listen to his theories of them being provoked and not actually being aggressive, someone who found these creatures majestic and just incredibly superior to any other living creature including humans. Someone who above all the other problems society had, only wanted peace and prosperity. Making peace towards the Endermen and proving his theory would be the first step into dismantling the hierarchy everyone was too blind to see or simply decided to ignore over the years. 

If you want to know more about Amitron can be found on its respective page, it contains entries and explanations for hierarchy, jobs, divisions of power, lifestyle, creatures, the aesthetic of the world itself and much, much more. 

No one remembers or seems to want to remember who he was before the accident; very few ruined and classified medical records and paper remain in the public of what was of “The Professor”. A scientist whose name was lost to time under multiple nicknames, stories, manipulation of facts and the Professor himself being a very private and alone person. He was always believed a madman for his research on the Endermen species and his stupid theory of these creatures being “provoked”, everyone would treat him as a hostile lunatic and keep their distance, it didn’t help his house was on the outskirts of town. His privacy to the world was beyond astonishing, especially since a rumor had spread that he had captured a few of these vile creatures and was studying them in hopes of “understanding” them, as if there was any other option to dealing with them besides outright killing them for good. It was strange for someone like The Professor that went against the system of such a hierarchy and tried to promote peace wasn’t killed in a staged accident, and this was something that he knew perfectly well. If they hadn’t touched him and instead were just making seem more and more of a fool it would mean he was on the right track, his theory wasn’t as insane as it sounded and he would prove it.

It wouldn’t be simple, as The Professor had actually been researching different body parts of the Endermen, extracting different substances and organs that would allow for the testing of quicker deaths or unexpected teletransportation. Something he found this a little cruel but was justified with the intent of finding just what makes them tick. He was truly charting uncharted territory with the incredibly new anatomy of these creatures, and for a while he did make small breakthroughs alongside small theories regarding subjects like how do Endermen reproduce or communicate. But despite him making all of this information public knowledge, no one would care for it. Instead, the higher ups would take these chances to mock him for once again wasting time and calling himself a scientist when in truth he was just researching something that didn’t need researching, everyone knew Endermen are better dead. At least that’s what the higher ups had said and taught every living citizen, a teaching only proven deeper by footage and history lessons where multiple ancestral cities were leveled to the ground by the infamous creatures. At this point in time, most citizens were basically brainwashed into the idea that Endermen were the vilest and most extremely dangerous creatures in the planet, even towering over rogue terrorist robots. Humans either hated Endermen or greatly feared them. They would even go as far as to sought comfort and protection in the arms of the Nether Council, the branch under The Grand Table that oversees all technological advances, a place where they would give themselves as willing test subjects for a period of 2 years. A service for tech augmentations and experiments in exchange for protection from the Endermen for the rest of their lives. Nevertheless, only the most scared of all citizens would opt to go into this program as it was public knowledge that almost every single test subject would be declared dead after barely half a year into the program. The Nether Council’s defense on these deaths would be vague and they’d do their best to get rid of any type of journalism against the practice, pushing it as the safest way to earn permanent protection against the vile creatures and technological augmentation, promoting it as the next step in evolution and serving their kingdom in taking a step to the future by doing speeches like

“By combining the brilliant and perfect human mind, the mind of all of you the people, with the advantages and abilities that our counter-species have is simply the next step in evolution. Everyone knows robots do not have a brain like ours, they think they’ve got the brilliance, wisdom and tactical warfare we have, but we all know as fellow citizens of this great kingdom that we are stronger. Sign up today brothers and sisters, and let us fight side by side the fight that matters, eradicate the Endermen and get a step closer into becoming the perfect human being. All you have to do is partake in small enhancements that will lead us all to the path of discovery. Remember, Service grants life-long protection.” -The Nether Council’s spokesperson.

These speeches were always eaten up by the public, like wild dogs over a bone. As time passed less people supported the few remaining journalists that would try to bring awareness to all the disappearances and some small leaked documents that indicated all the ‘dead’ people were actually being used as mindless cyborgs for the army, made into weapons of mass destruction that only knew one thing. Follow orders. Of course all these papers were instantly pulled from the public, and the journalists responsible disappeared. In the end, only people like The Professor were left wondering. What are they gaining from this? What benefit could they possibly obtain form building an army of “augmented” humans and raging war against a species that they didn’t even fully understand? Why wasn’t he dead yet? Was this all part of a long carefully calculated plan of theirs? Did The Nether Council need his research? Whatever he had gotten himself involved in, it was too late to back out now.

Unfortunately for him even the remaining private journalists weren’t on his side, his fight for the peace and equality of Endermen and Human co-existing was his mission to fight alone. Even if his lowest moments, when it felt as all hope had faded and no progress was being made. He would still try to write papers, speak out against the war, make people see that these creatures are peaceful. Make them see that the people upstairs know something, that they are all just puppets in the larger game of The Grand Table.

“You’re all too blind to see the truth, you’re all not capable of understanding the majestic body and structure of the Endermen. That they are not some sort of wild animal, they have traces of cognitive thought and even seem to have a language of their own, if you could all just see the bigger picture. This isn’t about a war; this is about living in fear and being manipulated by the true villains of this world. The Grand Table.”

He had been getting bold and extremist with his claims against the higher ups, and while they clearly didn’t like this, The Professor remained unharmed. Although his reputation only seemed to go even lower, he was beginning to be seen as an antagonist to the city and to some as even a mayor threat of the peace and protection of The Nether Council.

“Not a single soul in this forsaken city can see that I am trying to achieve peace. We live in times of co-existence with the Robots of the world and I remember the stories of times where they were the biggest threat we ever faced. What has changed now? Why is the Nether Council not able to set a division into researching the Endermen, let us understand them and find a way to co-exist. Let me prove my theory of them being provoked and together we can build a path to true world peace.”

This paper made it far and wide on the city and for a while it even seemed to put some people into questioning if The Nether Council was really their savior and ally, could it really be just possible to open a science division in charge of looking for peace? What harm would be done if The Professors theory was tested. But this time, the higher ups would not let this paper go unanswered, it was quickly removed from all records and physical copies were made to be destroyed. Overshadowing him with accusations of being a man who was suffering from some sort of mental disorder. Saying he could never be trusted, let alone with a subject like the current relations with Robots, citing:

“This ‘Professor’” claiming such thing as Robots and us being able to live in harmony. Who does he think he is? Do I have to remind you all of the things that we as people have gone through? Do I have to remind you al that they are a bunch of terrorists seeking to destroy what we, the people, have worked so hard to build!?. Have you all forgotten who caused this world to be in complete chaos over 2000 years ago? Did our forebears not sacrifice enough when building the very city that you are all standing right now!? Do not let some insurgent madman who dares call himself a scientist brainwash you into thinking the enemy is our friend and that the hostile creatures that have haunted us for so long and we have fought so hard to protect you over be turned into something that can be made peace with. He dared call us an enemy as well, we that have worked and continue to work so hard every day of our waking lives so that you the people can live in freedom and peace. The Endermen must be exterminated!” -The Nether Council’s spokesperson.

The Professor was back again at square one, the tiny number of debates he managed to spark were fiercely crushed by the speech that was televised everywhere on all channels of media. These were frustrating times, times of disgrace and embarrassment. For against the will of the Council, nothing could be done. He got back to thinking, back to researching, he lost the battle yes, but if he wasn’t dead, it meant he hadn’t lost the war just yet. And so, he retrieved back onto his studies, ignoring the outside world except for a few little excursions far away from any type of human kingdom, going deep into the wilderness until reaching a new city, a Robot city.

He was a frequent in traveling to Robot settlements, almost all robots knew who he was and welcomed him with opened arms. Amongst these brothers of steel, he was named the “Pilgrim of the West” and “Brother of flesh” amongst some more uncommon lost names. Robots showed little to no remorse left for humans from the war centuries ago, instead they were fond of the lives of humans and shared a curiosity for their lives as they had something extremely unique, mortality. Robots were naturally immortal, their metal bodies would last up to centuries, having some remaining robots from war times and many would transplant their consciousness onto newer better bodies. As a result of this immortality, The Professor would often be asked of the news on the outside world, something he found really enjoyable to talk about as his frustrations were heard with awe and extreme attention. The Robots would also share his frustrations for the world not listening to him, Endermen attacks simply weren’t a problem on Robot lands, something that simply pushed his theory even stronger. His visits were often accompanied by requests of human technology and help on restoring older Robot bodies, The Professor learnt how to use and manipulate Robot technology like no other human had ever knows, and was the only living being who knew how to fix millennia old tech. He would fix them for free even if the Robots would insist for something in return, all he could always ask for was more knowledge and memories of a time before The Grand Table, a time before Endermen, a time before the world got broken into what was known today. It was almost impossible to even imagine a world where the people controlled the power and society was truly happy.

And as to the Robots, almost all of them had taken oaths to never seek the contact of humans unless desired by them, there were many that traveled onto some human kingdoms, there were places where they were even living together as one. Even the Cleokan kingdom would allow traveler robots to go through their lands, yet not allow them any type of residence after 10 days. This oath was taken mostly by older robots who had experienced terrible times, as centuries ago after the fall of human kind, Robot society had a civil war where they were divided onto many factions until they too were almost extinct. Many robots wanted to connect back with the remaining humans and help them repopulate, but others were sure that if they ever tried making contact they’d be exterminated meaning they had to attack first and remain the only dominant species on the planet. At the last years of the war, Robots united as one against the remaining insurgents that still tried to rage war against their own kind and the remaining humans, this resulted on a final push that would banish these Robots and finally establish the oath and new cities of eternal peace. (See more of on The Robot Civil War)

In the end, The Professor had found more allies with kin that his own, he was fascinated by how a society that had experienced and seen so much had been able to rise from near destruction and live in peace for the last couple centuries. It would make him think back to his city, his kingdom, those agonizing lands. Where it was all overseen and controlled by The Nether Council, the political figures were mere puppets to them. The world was not free, even if everyone would try their hardest to tell you it was. Yet he hadn’t traveled onto these lands in a while, the recent failure with the paper and his studies feeling stalled, it was as if it was all crumbling down. He wouldn’t leave his home, he couldn’t. He had to think.

In the final weeks before the incident, he had been buried on his home, clearly working on something new that needed his undivided attention and extreme privacy. People had noticed all the windows had been covered, the main door hadn’t been moved an inch in so long that mail had been piling up and spiderwebs were growing on it. It was as if he had simply vanished and the home was abandoned, yet it all changed that day. On that faithful day as destiny would have it, something unexpected would go down.

As expected, after the incident, most information regarding the real facts and video, audio and log entries were made classified. Getting sent deep into high command vaults on the Nether Council offices, where they would be buried away with an intend of making this situation fade in history as smoothly as possible. But there was something the Council did not anticipate for, one of their own employees, a scientist by the name of James Peck had sneaked in onto The Archives, one of the most classified rooms in all the Nether Council due to the type of files on its interior, after hearing about the incident with morbid curiosity. As Peck was actually an avid admirer of The Professor in secret, constantly reading and keeping his papers, supporting his theories and doing his best to learn all he could on the Endermen by himself. It wasn’t an easy task, Peck had a high level clearance to enter The Archives yes but he wasn’t high enough to even know what the other departments on the science division did. Sneaking in was the easy part, a couple doors to go through with his card in the middle of the night. Taking advantage of camera blind spots until reaching The Archives main door, a black metal door in the center of the solid cold grey concrete wall that extended from each side of the door for about a meter and a half before connecting to the hallway walls lighted by the hanging warehouse-like lights emitting a faint soft yellow light. It looked fortified as a bunker and the only thing on the wall was the card reader with its faint red light idling for a card. Luckily for Peck, from this point onwards there were no cameras in sight, not even on the long hallway, as if this room was meant to be kept off the records as possible. He collected his doubt and fear and moved forward, swiping his card and taking a step back to let the machine load the system. Suddenly it beeped and the light turned green, the door unlocking with a swift buzz as the locks were disengaged. Peck doubted himself again before doubling down and venturing in, letting the door close and lock behind him. For now, he was inside and there was no turning back.

Once inside, the room he was met by was wide and it almost seemed to reach as far as the eye could see, cabinets upon cabinets upon cabinets extended to the sides as well as forward. It was a room that would take the breath away from anyone who ventured in, a room barely lit by the same soft lights from the corridor, distanced from one another and somehow lighting even less than the corridor. Peck stayed in awe for a moment before walking to a nearby terminal and started typing, the clanking of the keyboard echoed in the walls accompanied by nothing but dusty papers and rusty cabinets. After typing for a while, he stopped, got closer to the screen and felt a sense of disturbance. The Professor files were all stored in the cabinets restored for the most top-secret files to ever exist, where the Nether Council themselves would store diagrams and blueprints to all sorts of stuff. It confused him beyond any doubt, making one question double into a million. Why would the files of a pretty hated and forgotten person be stored on the most secure of cabinets? Peck had no time to waste, he tried to unlock them but to no avail, his clearance wasn’t high enough. Now he was sure he was definitely committing treason to The Nether Council; he’d be hanged if ever found. Though he came prepared for this, he started typing away again. Now quicker than before he was going as fast as he could muster, he knew the system well. It was him the one that made most of it after all, no credit to him of course, as usual.

Out of nowhere the system beeped and the door flashed green opening, he had made it in. Peck made his way to the now opened cabinet, first taking a small peek inside only to find nothing but boxes upon boxes of documents and tapes and all sorts of recording equipment. He took one final look over his shoulder to where the door was to make sure he was still all by himself, still not discovered, before diving head into the information laid before him.