Chapter 1: Family Dynasties

The world Casey inhabited was a reflection of the Trump dynasty’s chaotic and unyielding legacy, a regime that had mastered the art of manipulating instability to seize power. The January 6, 2021, riots in Washington, D.C., had become a turning point—an event that, instead of breaking Trump’s hold on the nation, paradoxically strengthened it, solidifying his grip on the presidency. 

In the wake of his father's death in 2066, Trump Jr. inherited the mantle, perpetuating the authoritarian lineage and making the presidency into a hereditary throne.

Under Trump Jr.'s reign, the Calberras—an elite faction with their fingers on the pulse of both power and wealth—cemented their domain. They became the architects of a new society, one shaped by a vision Trump Sr. had once dared to dream: a nation fractured by division, where loyalty to the regime was the only currency that mattered. This vision came to life through the creation of walled cities, separating the privileged from the rest, ensuring the elite’s dominance while relegating the common people to the fringes. Prosperity became a privilege reserved for the loyal few.

Casey’s world was one of contradictions. Her family, heirs to a legacy of scientific innovation and hope—once dedicated to advancing knowledge for the betterment of women—now found themselves shackled by a system that thrived on lies and exploitation. Casey was born into a world where the promise of progress advantaged the few. With no siblings to share her burdens, she turned to her community for connection, forming bonds forged in loyalty and trust. Despite the crushing weight of her mother's absence, Casey stood tall, a beacon of empathy and resilience.

The chemist blood ran strong through her veins, passed down through her maternal line. Casey knew little about her mother since her father rarely spoke of her. All Casey knew was that both of her parents had been students of Percy Hemingway, her maternal grandfather and a renowned chemist, whose legacy had once promised a future of scientific breakthroughs that could change the world.

It was her great-grandmother, Martha, who offered Casey a tenuous connection to the past. Martha’s journals, filled with cryptic notes on anti-aging, late-life pregnancies, and a strange mix of science and mysticism, became Casey’s only link to the women who had shaped her lineage. She knew the tragic story of both her mother and her great-grandmother—both dying in childbirth, her mother at 26 in 2066, and her great-grandmother at the age of 80 in 1913. 

Martha’s writings, though difficult to decipher, hinted at a secret—one that tied her grandmother’s remarkable pregnancy to an intersection of science and something darker, something that teetered on the edge of witchcraft.

Under Trump Jr., the Calberras ruled with an iron fist, manipulating the last vestiges of democracy to their advantage. Their power had become absolute, dictating not only who could rise and who would fall, but shaping the very essence of society itself. Casey's father, a loyal servant of the Calberras, worked within the walls of their exclusive labs, and he had recently secured her a position in one of them.  

For those outside the walls of the Calberra cities, life had become a daily struggle. People bartered, traded, and clung to any semblance of the old world, trying to carve out an existence in a society that had abandoned them. And as the policies of the Calberras shifted like quicksand beneath their feet, the divide between the elite and the masses only deepening.

In the midst of this decay, Martha’s journals called out to Casey, pulling her toward an uncertain future. There, buried in the pages, were glimpses of a time when science held the power to change lives, to heal, to elevate. But that power had been twisted, perverted by a regime that thrived on deceit and exploitation. Casey knew, deep in her bones, that her family's past held the key to a future that could be different—one where the truth, the real truth, could be uncovered. And perhaps, just perhaps, she could be the catalyst for a new beginning, one not defined by the bloodlines of the Calberras, but by the promises of progress and justice that had once lit the path forward.

Her journey had only just begun.