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Children of The Nebulous

Children of The Nebulous

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After colliding with an unknown entity and thrown from the 'Stream' into Real Space, The Nebulous, largest and fastest ship of it’s kind, automatically sends out the ISP's, escape pods, life-capsules and the unmanned Nebulous Flyer before crashing onto the nearest planet. Less than half the crew survive. Within days the aliens, which caused the collision, pursue them, destroying the planet and consume most of it's inhabitants. Half human, half robotic machine, the children call them, Manboti. With their own ship destroyed, they want The Nebulous Flyer. Seven years on, the main central hub of the ship, now known as Home Ground, some of the ISP's, life capsules and The Nebulous Flyer are still hidden. Only one boy, John A. Blade, is genetically programmed to fly her home but the Manboti, who up until now thought the children of no use other than food are suddenly made aware of their importance to capturing The Nebulous Flyer. Ten children are all that’s left of the crew. With Ki implants, plus advanced equipment left by their parents or found in the city ruins, the children become their own doctors, mechanics and scientists. Developing antidotes for anything the Manboti can dish out. But there’s one thing they haven’t conquered, the Manboti’s ability to ‘hide’ inside humans. They look the same, until the time is right, then shred their human skin to impregnate others or consume their captives to gain knowledge. Nothing can be trusted, even creatures native to the planet have been robotised and appear impervious to the deadly Thorns, which mysteriously grow all around Home Ground. The story begins when Blade returns home after several months away searching for the hidden Nebulous Flyer. He is shocked at what he finds. Many things have changed. Home Ground has been attacked. Distrustful of those left he has to lead them back to the city where The Nebulous Flyer is hidden, knowing someone is Manboti…but who?
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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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