Earth.

It spins through space at a frenetic pace, a revolution taking only twenty-four hours, an orbit around it's star a mere three hundred and sixty five point two five days.

It is temperate, and beautiful. It holds life within it's atmosphere, which is more than can be said for any of it's fellows in the local solar system. Is it a miracle... or an anomaly? It is the year 2028. For some this is the future. For others, the distant past. It is a future, that much can be said for certain.


Eva Fernandez stood on the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge, her hair whipping behind her in the coastal breeze as she looked out on the bay. It was a Tuesday in February, and it was cold, the fog never really burning off of San Francisco and leaving the city shrouded in mist, like a city of ghosts. She crossed her arms in front of her against the wind, pulling her navy blue wool coat in closer though it was already buttoned tightly.

The Mutant Civil War was over - had been for ten years - but the scars could still be seen if you knew where to look. Alcatraz, for instance, burning brightly in the distance, had been brought back into service and was used to lock up the worst mutant offenders from the uprising. Level Sixes, all of them, or at least that was what the government told it's constituents. Eva shifted her feet slightly, leaning against the railing as morning traffic continued across the bridge behind her. Beyond the safety rail was a tall mesh suicide barrier, the sight of which was enough to make would-be jumpers take a second chance at life.

She was eighteen and small for her age, right smack between being a high school kid and a college co-ed. Her mother had wanted her to go to college, but what was the point? The small chip behind her left ear itched when she thought about it. The only way for the 'public' to trust them again had been to implant all known mutants with a passive GPS tracker. It would be turned on and used to find them immediately if their powers were used.

Being a mutant wasn't quite illegal, but it was strongly discouraged. Public displays of extra human powers were illegal, however, and could be met with lethal force from a military-esque police force. And if it was really bad then the Sentinels would be dispatched, the tank-like robots incapable of mercy. Eva shrugged her shoulders inside her coat, making herself smaller than usual as she stared at the island just visible in the fog. It was time to go, her mom would be worrying about her if her walk took too long.

Eva jogged to the end of the bridge, the cool air biting at her lungs, and made her way through the city back home. The townhouse smelled like bacon, and she grinned, hanging up her coat in the entry and walking into the kitchen where her mom was making a late breakfast. "Smells great." She snagged a piece and popped it into her mouth, despite it being fresh from the pan, sliding her arm around the woman at the stove and giving her a sideways hug. "Sorry, I know you don't like it when I go out..."