Divided

Divided

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These meteors changed the earth forever, it's life, shape and nature. Mutations everywhere, radiations everywhere, death till the end of the horizon. We were helpless until our true nature came out, we deceived ourselves to survive and then adapted to the mutations. We became them and started a new era of terror towards ourselves by creating a new species that was supposed to help us fight the beasts that we thought were threatening our lives for so long, but in the end, they were just asking for respect. In 2758, new types of humanoid weapons emerged because of the human's willingness to create perfection, they wanted them to be more human and more powerful. The society was corrupted from the inside by power and control. Maybe, just maybe there was going to be one who could change it all, or maybe even not one but, some. Some who could start feeling human while being a creation, feel emotions and feel alive. If it ever happened, it would have been caused by the humans themselves, they would have caused their own demise...
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London, 2068. This is my personal account of the events that had happened. A crisis had taken over the entire world. Gas. Steam. It was the industrial revolution all over again. War machines were powered by gas furnaces. Cars ran on coal. It was choking us. Slowly killing us. I could not breathe, the only thing that my tongue could taste was charcoal and ammonia. I realised that I had to do something about the situation that I was in, lest I die a slow and horrible death. No. It wasn't just me. 18 million lives were at stake. Time was against me. But then again...when was time ever my friend?

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