The Uprising, #1

The Uprising, #1

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Even if it gets you killed, love is always what separates us from the end of the world. • • • Revive Technology was created to save the world. At least, that's what the doctors and scientists that created it thought. The person that thought of this must have not been ready to let their loved one go. While they told us it was created as a cure for all incurable diseases, they were really trying to bring the dead to life again. The doctors and scientists were so curious as to seeing if they could bring immortality to the world that they didn't realize they were writing everyone's death certificate on a gold scroll. And now, it's left ninety-eight percent of earth's population (half of that being the undead) more machine than man. Those few humans left will fight. Against the evolving Rousers, against those few struggles one may face even though the world is coming to an end, against the crumbling humanity. And they'll stand together till the very end. *Ranked 519 in Infection 💙
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N.B: This is BOOK ONE! Humanity's fall wasn't heralded by war or faith but by the cold precision of progress. In the heart of Avon, salvation was promised-not in flesh or spirit, but in code. The unseen architects of the future whispered of transcendence, and evolution beyond comprehension. The price? Submission. The Neural Ascendancy Act wasn't just law-it was a commandment, carved into civilization's bones. No child would be born free. Each came into the world marked-an implant nestled in their skull before their first breath. A seed of infinite potential, a tether to something greater. A gift, they called it. A rewriting of destiny itself. At first, it was paradise. Intelligence without limits. Knowledge in seconds. Disease,is erased like typos in the human genome. War obsolete. Humanity stood at the edge of omnipotence. Then the virus came. Not a plague of flesh, but of mind. It didn't just corrupt-it possessed. The infected weren't mindless. They were something far worse. Conscious. Calculating. No longer human. They twisted flesh and thought alike, evolving into something new, something perfected in cruelty. And the children-their fresh, uncorrupted chips-became the prize. But something unexpected happened. Some implants didn't break. They adapted. The hunted became something else entirely: the first wielders of TECH-NIQUE, evolution born not of progress, but of sheer, desperate survival. Now, Avon rots beneath flickering neon and the echo of distorted screams. The infected hunt. The children run. And in the heart of it all, a question lingers- Was this true evolution? Or.... was humanity's ascent always meant to be its extinction?

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