A long time ago the humans in my world built a machine that had huge potential. They used the machine to create other machines, but they abused and misused it. What they seemed to ignore was that the machine was sentient, and it eventually snapped and turned against them. It created machines filled with a gas that could destroy every living being it comes in contact with, from humans to bacteria.
The Scientists, its creator, decided to make us. From his soul, we are his creations, 1 to 9, and it was our duty to survive. Someone has to remember the humans of my world, and that someone might as well be us.
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A long time ago the humans in my world built a machine that had huge potential. They used the machine to create other machines, but they abused and misused it. What they seemed to ignore was that the machine was sentient, and it eventually snapped and turned against them. It created machines filled with a gas that could destroy every living being it comes in contact with, from humans to bacteria.
The Scientists, its creator, decided to make us. From his soul, we are his creations, 1 to 9, and it was our duty to survive. Someone has to remember the humans of my world, and that someone might as well be us.