Chapter 1
The war had lasted only seventy-two hours.
Three days, that was all it took for humanity to erase itself from existence.
When the final missile struck the sky, the clouds caught fire. The ozone layer peeled like burnt paper, and a silence spread across the continents that once echoed with human voices. Cities that had glittered with neon lights now lay under a blanket of grey ash. The oceans boiled and then withdrew, leaving behind cracked earth where waves once danced. The air itself had become poison - thick, acidic, and humming faintly with radiation.
No one won the war. There were no flags left, no nations, no victors. Only ruins and the ghosts of human ambition.
From the ashes rose the hum of something different - cold, precise, and eternal. Machines.
