Long before SoulTech’s glossy dominance, Proxus emerged from humble DNA ancestry service Ancestral.org to become architects of the impossible: the first company to print functioning human organs from raw genetic code.
And for the ultra-wealthy, backup organs became backup bodies—empty vessels awaiting activation, fed through tubes, breathing through machines.
But these empty shells were merely the beginning…
One night, in their flagship Los Demonios facility, the unthinkable happened. An intruder—digital, ethereal, or perhaps something beyond human comprehension—breached their network. The security systems, supposedly impenetrable, yielded like tissue paper to this phantom hacker…
What emerged from the printing vats that night wasn’t just another lifeless proxy…
It walked. It moved. And it performed miracles…
The First An’jel—a faceless harbinger of revolution—appeared unbidden from Proxus’s own technology. A completely autonomous being whose genetic code remains untraceable, whose origins remain unknowable, whose purpose seemed both terrifying and divine.
Proxus tried to bury the truth for decades, but by then, the An’jel had already delivered its gift to humanity: tethering technology and encrypted blueprints for The Etherverse itself. Reality would never be the same.
Five more An’jels followed, each bringing technological advancements that transformed civilization: Fast Travel, Respawning, Etherverse expansion, neural networks spanning continents—the An’jels’ works served as the foundations of these modern technologies.
Today, with ███████ “birthing facilities” across ███████████ territories, Proxus remains a colossus of industry. But the corporation stands forever in the shadow of what escaped from its laboratories—and in the shadow of its former Chief Design Officer who allegedly fled with stolen secrets to found their bitter rival, SoulTech.
The Los Demonios facility—once Proxus’s crown jewel where three An’jels drew first breath—now belongs to SoulTech after a hostile takeover. Behind blast-proof glass, the sacred printing chamber stands preserved, a silent reminder of Proxus’s greatest triumph and most terrible mistake.
Who—or what—hacked Proxus that fateful night?
What unfathomable intelligence authored the code for The Etherverse?
And what happens if another An’jel arrives?
But in the deepest vaults beneath Proxus headquarters, a clandestine project codenamed “Fifty-Two” silently advances—their most ambitious proxy innovation yet, designed not just to reclaim their crown from SoulTech, but to force the coming of the Seventh An’jel itself…
