EVE Fiction

Some info on this: I felt like being creative, and I like to add to stories, so I took what I knew about Eve Lore and started writing.


To the Ammarians it is “Imlau Eman”, translated “The Mouth of God”; to the rest of the universe, it is known “New Eden”; and to the waking man named Anton Martin, it is called “home”.

As Anton sat up and looked out into space, he was again awed by the marvels of the solar system. From his cloaked observation array above the sun he could see the transfixing explosion of light emanating from the Eve Gate. Pulses of electromagnetic energy blazed from the gate, space and time shuddering in the presence of its glory. It was a beacon of light visible far outside its own solar system. The lightshow made any passing objects flash and ripple, sending a shiver down Anton’s spine. All else in the system was insubstantial. None but wishful archaeologists would come to examine New Eden’s single planet, and there were no asteroid belts to draw in opportunist industrialists. Nonetheless, the system held a special beauty for Anton, and that beauty captivated him.

As Anton stared out into space, his eyes began to glaze, the beauty of New Eden fading to gray under memory’s bleak touch. He no longer saw the Eve Gate as it is, but as it was: a bustling port, from which came the breath of life into a new frontier. A great wormhole was once sustained by the Eve Gate, and it became the foundation for a new beginning in an untouched universe. A brighter day had perhaps never been known to man; then, calamity.

The Eve Gate collapsed. Anton could still feel the fear of that day. He remembered looking up at the sky and seeing it ripple as the wormhole collapsed. He remembered the hopelessness of watching for hours from his station as all he knew began to die. Over the next several weeks he watched the planets fly off into oblivion, and all life become bathed in deathly radioactive waste. He was lost. He was abandoned. He knew as he watched the catastrophe occur that he was alone. Anton coughed vehemently, fell to the floor, then vomited. He could still taste the agony. He had been one of the engineers who maintained the gate. He was responsible.

For centuries he had been locked away inside this prison, emerging only every so often from stasis-sleep to reexamine the Eve Gate. Periodically the residual radiation would fade to a level where the gate could be studied. Once, scientists tried to uncover the mysteries of the Eve Gate, but they found nothing of use, and so they left the system to its own designs. It was left behind. Anton bore down on that thought. Everyone had abandoned it… except for him.

The glaze evaporated from Anton’s eyes as a fire exploded within him. Gray memories rushed forward as though pulled from the depths of the deepest sea. Recently, a new type of ship had entered system, one of technological capacities that Anton had never before seen, not even in the greatest laboratories in Sol. His scanning systems had analyzed the ship and its databanks and found that it contained what was called “Sleeper Technology”. A thought emerged at the back of his mind, and he recalled the name mentioned while at the Earth Science Academy, though the thought would travel no further than that. It remained stuck in the murky waters that thousands of years of stasis had caused. Then, something happened that had not happened for millennia. Another spark ignited, energy coursed through his neural pathways, and the result was the glowing realization that this technology held the key to what was missing. He could fix it. He pulled himself up, overcoming his age as a new vigor coursed through him. Suddenly, he saw how he could repair the wormhole. The Eve Gate could live once more.
Anton winced as a sharp pain replaced his thoughts, and he clutched at his side. He was thousands of years old. Even extended stasis couldn’t prevent all the effects of aging, and if he stayed out too long without medical attention, his internal organs would fail completely. As Anton stepped into the stasis chamber, he took one last look at the stars. Through tear-filled eyes he gazed at the object that had filled his heart and mind for so long. Beams of light sundered the stars as it burned with the same hope that he always had. Hope for a better day. Perhaps one day he would wake to find another traveler passing through, one that could carry his message. As he began to contemplate such an arrival, Anton’s eyes closed, and he entered his world of dreams once more.

Thanks, I appreciate it! I have always been fascinated with the Eve Gate, and with the supposed idea that no one could fix it. With that bit of lore being written quite a while back, before the T3 discovery, I thought that it would be awesome if the Sleepers could be tied in to old Sol. I don't expect to add to this though, because if I do, I'm essentially writing backstory (very significant backstory) for CCP, and they didn't hire me for that :D