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The Red Rock
By: Neo MoroengOngoing
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The Red Rock is a survival sci-fi novel about betrayal, redemption, and secrets buried on the Martian frontier. When the MC’s expedition is sabotaged and his team slaughtered, he uncovers a deeper conspiracy behind COP’s colonial mission. He was underestimated — and left for dead. But death is only the beginning. A rebellion is coming. And Mars remembers its dead.
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Chapter 1: The Tipping Point
Chapter 1: The Tipping Point
The year is 2035. Mr. Ike Nyowe, Head of the United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change (UNFCCC), steps up to the podium at the UN building’s media room. The room falls silent as the world watches. Adjusting the microphone, he begins: "Ughm... We have failed to drastically reduce emissions, which has led to more frequent and intense heatwaves, droughts, floods, and storms. Wildfires are now the norm." Behind him, a massive screen flashes images of devastation: bridges reduced to rubble, neighborhoods swallowed by floods. “Ladies and gentlemen of the media,” he continues, “half the world doesn't have electricity. What's left of our oceans has turned to acid. A global population decline has begun—fueled by famine, malnutrition, and conflict over increasingly scarce resources. It's a calamity.” He adjusts his spectacles, his brow furrowed. “There’s civil war in Syria...” He gestures to the screen, now showing massive waves pounding coastal buildings. “That’s a tsunami in Aceh, Indonesia. Political tensions there are rising too.” I mute the TV and glance at the three others in the Mars substation with me. All nod grimly. Gerry, in jeans and an Ivy League T-shirt, looks at me with his chubby face searching for answers. “Well, Gerry, you’ve been part of this mission for a long time. You knew this wasn't just a temporary fix. Go on, say it.” He chomps on a space snack, raises a finger for me to wait, then swallows. “I’ve always believed all wasn't lost. TMP is the only hope for the few millions left behind on Earth.” He beams proudly. Our crew bursts out laughing. “You won the bet, boss!” someone shouts. TMP—Terraforming Mars Project—was launched in 2019 when 195 nations under the UNFCCC agreed on desperate measures against the global climate crisis. I led one of the initial exploration teams to Mars. Our mission: alter the red planet to support terrestrial life—a lifeboat for humanity. I turn the TV back on. Mr. Nyowe is still speaking. “Sixteen years later, TMP is only 30% complete—just 2,000 kilometers of the 6,800-kilometer surface. Not nearly enough for the 60 million people still on Earth. Currently, 15 million live in the colony and have survived the last ten years.” I mute the TV again and look at the crew. Worry knots my gut. “Guys,” I say, “I won’t argue that Mars has patches that look like Earth now, but the planet is still unsuitable for long-term life. It’s going to take years of hard work.” Venessa, petite and sharp-eyed, cuts in. “Mars is about the size of Australia and could sustain a population of 125 million—twice the combined population of Earth and Mars right now. With a thicker atmosphere and more water, we could repopulate the human race.” Tyron nods, ever the voice of overconfidence. “Boss, COP already decided—Mars must expand to host Earth’s refugees. Sure, there are challenges: radiation, unexplored regions, reproductive ethics, inter-colony politics. But I ask... does it really take three people for this?” I stroke my goatee, smirking. “No. It’s going to take four.” Their eyes widen. “You’re bringing him back?” Venessa gasps. “Yep.” TMP Colony is housed in a technologically-sealed environment to prevent atmospheric loss. The Docks— affectionately called The Rim—is its industrial heart, home to thousands of laborers. When TMP began, workers signed multiyear contracts—giving up much of their earnings and freedom in exchange for passage to Mars. Most couldn’t afford the trip otherwise. “If COP wrote a Constitution,” I say, “one that halved everyone’s profits for a shot at Mars, maybe more people would have made it.” Tyron scoffs. “Well, your Mars Constitution made sure the people down there don’t like us up here. I’ll be skipping your trip to the Rim.” Gerry hesitates. He’s been with us only three months. I pegged him as a privileged newbie, detached from the mission’s reality. But before I speak, Tyron cuts in again: “The Constitution regulates labor. People like us get the good jobs. Everyone else? They live down there. The Rim is the ghetto of Mars.”Expand
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The Red Rock Chapter 151: The Eldritch Awakes
It returned on silence. Across the frozen dark, a shape moved—thin, skeletal, trailing filaments that shimmered like broken glass. Its body was a cipher now, half organic, half signal. Once, it had been merely a Rake—one of thousands dispatched from the crystalline citadel when the Shepherd first called. Now, it came back alone. The stars bent around it. The void hummed with the low ache of transmission. Every pulse in its body carried stolen sound: human speech, the metallic throb of the Vigilant’s engines, the unholy whisper of the HAARP core awakening. At its heart burned one fragment of human language, looped in static: Return the fire. The Rake crossed the outer moons and descended toward the citadel, the forge-world glowing beneath it like a diseased jewel. Green plumes licked at the sky. The spires of Da’kar’s empire reached upward to receive what they had cast out. It struck the citadel’s outer membrane and did not stop. Flesh met matter, matter met code; the barrie
Last Updated : 2025-10-25The Red Rock Chapter 150: The Leviathan Signal
The Vigilant drifted in the half-light between Mars and Earth, its hull trembling under solar wind like an old ship creaking against the tide. The stars outside were sharp enough to cut. Inside, everything hummed — systems recalibrating, metal contracting, oxygen cycling through lungs that never seemed full enough. We were alive, but only just. After everything, that word—*alive*—felt like defiance.Nancy stood at the central console, her face lit by the pulse of the HAARP core. The box — our box — sat between us, now unsealed but dormant. The air around it shimmered faintly, like heat rising off asphalt. A low resonance vibrated through the floor panels. It wasn’t loud, but it crawled through the bones. It felt like the ship itself was listening.No one spoke for a long time. The only sound was the whisper of coolant lines and the slow tick of my pulse in my ear. Then Rachel exhaled, quiet but deliberate.“It shouldn’t still be active,” she said. “We shut the circuits.”Nancy didn’t l
Last Updated : 2025-10-08The Red Rock Chapter 149: The False Dawn
The Vigilant drifted in a slant of weak light. Dawn was rising somewhere far below the clouds, though out here it looked more like rust spreading through black water. The hull creaked as the heat of the upper atmosphere flexed the plates. For a long moment, no one spoke. We were waiting for the ship to decide whether it still wanted us.The sealed container sat in the center bay, its edges still warm from the last power surge. Nancy crouched beside it, her fingers flying over the projection screen that hovered from the console. Lines of code ran like veins of fire. Each pulse threw shadows across her face.Helene lingered near the viewport, chin high, pretending to watch the horizon. Rachel and !Gareseb sat shoulder-to-shoulder at the weapons bench, cleaning rifles that didn’t need cleaning. Hayes was on comms, pretending the static had meaning. Van Wyk lay strapped to the med-couch, a bandage blooming faintly where his shoulder wound kept re-sealing and reopening. Amani paced between
Last Updated : 2025-10-07The Red Rock Chapter 148: Icarus Protocol
The Vigilant drifts in half-silence. The hull groans like a held breath, heat vents whispering, the red light of Mars smearing through the viewport. Every screen hums low, every shadow trembles with the residue of our escape.The cargo bay smells of ion burn and blood. We haven’t spoken much since we left the village behind—the screams, the smoke, the taste of iron in the air. There’s still dust in our suits; the kind that never settles.I stand at the observation deck, watching the wounded planet shrink below us. The box—our prize, our curse—sits bolted to the central dais, small as a coffin, quiet as confession.Nancy kneels beside it, hands poised over the embedded control pad. Her voice is steady, almost clinical. “It’s self-contained. Power cell intact. Quantum core is active.”She looks up at me through the shimmer of holographic light. “You realize what this is?”“I have suspicions.”“It’s a HAARP node. Miniaturized. Thirty-five years of classified iteration. This isn’t a relic,
Last Updated : 2025-10-06The Red Rock Chapter 147 : The Fall of the Firewall
Olympius was no longer quiet.Adebayo’s voice ripped through the command tier, echoing off the glass panels and steel consoles. “Are the Voyagers in range?”No one dared answer. The operators exchanged glances. A thin line of sweat traced one technician’s temple as his fingers danced over the interface.“Ma’am, Voyager Three reports a partial relay. Two and Four are offline.”“Reactivate them,” Adebayo snapped. “I want a visual link over Sector Earth-Blue within ninety seconds.”She leaned over the console, her reflection fractured in the glass like a goddess divided by light. Her hair, normally immaculate, clung damp against her neck. The Olympius Command Center pulsed with warning lights, red ripples washing across the observation deck.“Deactivate the anti-Rake plasma field,” she ordered.Every head turned.“Ma’am?”“You heard me. Bring it down.”“General protocol—”“Bring. It. Down.”The operator swallowed hard. His hand trembled slightly as he entered the override. On the main dis
Last Updated : 2025-10-06The Red Rock Chapter 146: The Broken Command Chain
The village square looked unchanged from the night before. Lanterns swayed above the mud-brick walls, their glow smudging into the early dawn. Smoke from cooking fires twisted into the mist. The sound of children—real laughter, the kind no battlefield could imitate—still drifted through the streets. But inside the safehouse, the air was taut. The team had gathered around the scarred wooden table. The maps were spread out. Weapons leaned against the walls. Everyone’s eyes turned when I entered with Helene. They knew something had happened. I didn’t waste time. “I took her to the border,” I said. The words hit harder than I’d expected. A ripple of silence spread around the table. Sefu’s jaw clenched. Rana leaned back, eyes narrowing. Even !Gareseb, usually unreadable, sat forward, as though the admission shifted the weight of the entire room. Only Helene kept her gaze steady, though her fingers drummed once against her thigh before she stilled them. “You what?” Ka!ri br
Last Updated : 2025-09-28
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