My story begins, as tales about the future of Mankind inevitably must, with the end of the world. But how did it come to this?
In the golden age of humans, Man became so enamored with the promise of advanced technology that he believed that it could erase the sins of his past. But the very technology that Man worshiped as his savior proved to be a double-edged sword.
Indeed, technology that could have been used for good; to eliminate disease, to feed the hungry, to reverse global warming, instead was used to amass an arsenal of nuclear, chemical, and biological weapons that could destroy his world a thousand times over. Like the sword of Damocles hanging by a thread, those maniacal weapons were aimed at the very heart of Man, just waiting for some insane band of zealots to pull the trigger.
And they did.
No human life on the surface of the Earth would survive the devastation that Man brought upon himself. Life on Earth, as it had been known, was gone in the blink of an eye.
From the ashes of Man’s arrogance, the evolutionary genie was unleashed from the bottle... it was twisted, broken, poisoned, and then tossed back into a toxic primordial soup. The future of Man would no longer be governed by a millennium of evolution, but in fact, it would be reversed... into a genetic devolution.
Déjà vu, all over again…
"But you tell me,
Over and over and over again, my friend.
Ah, you don't believe,
We're on the Eve… of Destruction.”
~ P. F. Sloan
The Devolution Chronicles
In the golden age of humans, Man became so enamored with the promise of advanced technology that he believed that it could erase the sins of his past. But the very technology that Man worshiped as his savior proved to be a double-edged sword.
Indeed, technology that could have been used for good; to eliminate disease, to feed the hungry, to reverse global warming, instead was used to amass an arsenal of nuclear, chemical, and biological weapons that could destroy his world a thousand times over. Like the sword of Damocles hanging by a thread, those maniacal weapons were aimed at the very heart of Man, just waiting for some insane band of zealots to pull the trigger.
And they did.
No human life on the surface of the Earth would survive the devastation that Man brought upon himself. Life on Earth, as it had been known, was gone in the blink of an eye.
From the ashes of Man’s arrogance, the evolutionary genie was unleashed from the bottle... it was twisted, broken, poisoned, and then tossed back into a toxic primordial soup. The future of Man would no longer be governed by a millennium of evolution, but in fact, it would be reversed... into a genetic devolution.
Déjà vu, all over again…
"But you tell me,
Over and over and over again, my friend.
Ah, you don't believe,
We're on the Eve… of Destruction.”
~ P. F. Sloan
The Devolution Chronicles
