The Last Human

Chapter 1

The year 2046

In the suburbs of London, nestled among the high skyscrapers and seemingly empty streets, Alex Gibbs, a young boy, spent his youth in a world on the brink of transformation. Born into a world with rapid technological advancements and artificial intelligence, also known as AI, Alex was a curious, wondering, and uncertain boy.

From an early age, he had a keen interest in technology, but also nature. He learned from his father how to survive in a dangerous environment if needed. Alex had parents who were in the field of AI, working to build human-like robots who could help. He was exposed to machines and algorithms from the moment he could understand what it meant.

Alex thrived in a community where innovation was celebrated and surrounded by people who's interests were in technology and robotics. At his school, there were many robotic classes, even some of the teachers were AI. He spent countless hours working on his own robotics, tinkering with wires and plugs, circuits, and coding algorithms. He always dreamed of a future where humans and robots could be happy together.

Despite the rising world of AI, Alex still had the simple joys of youth. He loved exploring new places, building new friendships, going on adventures, fishing, hunting, and spending time with his family.

You could say he was 'living the dream'. With each day, Alex's amazement of AI grew, wanting to push the boundaries of what was possible. As he turned from an adolescent to a young adult, his path became clear. He wanted to make a difference in the world. That desire helped him to dedicate himself to mastering the difficulties of AI development and forging a brighter future.

Little did he know, this journey would lead him down a path filled with challenges, success, and the discovery of his own humanity in a world dominated by artificial intelligence. But now, still in the innocence of youth, Alex's dreams had no bounds, he knew no bounds, and the future seemed like it had endless possibilities.

Unfortunately, nothing ever stays perfect.