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More people have visited the moon, than have found their way to the bottom of the ocean. Test piloting the military's latest top secret assault submarine, in the most inhospitable environment on the planet, a reckless test pilot teams up with a reclusive scientist. What they discover below will change everything above. ----------------------------------------------------------------- I'm currently working on the first draft of the story. It's approximately 90% completed. I appreciate any and all feedback and will reply to them all. Thank you for your time. I hope you enjoy the ride. Find out more at the Deep Blue website: http://deepblue.toddworld.com -----------------------------------------------------------------

In a distant future where humanity has abandoned Earth in favor of colonizing the entire universe, the dangerous job of piloting ships has been delegated to androids. When one of those pilots goes on a murderous rampage, it's set to be decommissioned by the Magnus-Barlowe corporation. Unfortunately, this AI is self-aware, and the engineer is an idiot. A scientist staging a prison break steals both a ship and the android to be its pilot, hoping to escape the claws of capitalism. An opportunity to do just that is presented when the mismatched crew is presented with a task: rescue the kidnapped daughter of a black-market salesman and be granted safe passage to a planet without a single MBC colony to bother them. Even though making deals with thieves is generally regarded as a bad idea, there doesn't really seem to be a choice for these wayward souls. With a crew made up of human and synthetic criminals, getting one measly kid from a space station full of scientists can't be too hard. Right?

Micro Internal Computerized Artificial Human, M.I.C.A.H. When the NSTA builds an A.I. to save the world, they expect it to work. But what happens when the war becomes so deep people forget who is the good guy and who is the bad guy? Which side will the bot be on? And do they still need the technology or has the world evolved past the use of Micah? And what about a boy so desperate to find his sister? Why does she hold all the keys?

Even In The Face of Death, We'll Rise. In the distant future, mankind's reach has gone beyond the stars, but the galaxy remains in turmoil. Though the Century War has ended, Earth and the supreme government NOVA still rule the colonies with an iron fist. For the people of the Venus colonies, their only hope to gain independence lies with the private military company Amaryllis, medically enhanced child soldiers, and a legendary Sentinel called Sentoria. Soon a new conflict begins to form when the Amaryllis accept a mission to aid a colony on Earth, unaware of the events that'll unfold from this single job. *It's all fiction* *Images (if any) are used for visual reference* *This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Similarities to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead are entirely coincidental. Reading the story means to me that you have acknowledged this notice.* ×This is a re-upload×

Two generations after The Solemn Veil killed billions, AI Humanara rebuilt society, but not everything is as it seems. What secrets lie beyond the veil? The sun became our enemy, hurling lethal radiation through the Earth's suddenly and suspiciously weakened magnetosphere. Those who survived the initial onslaught cowered underground or in concrete towers, hoping to save themselves from man and elements alike. Just when humanity's future appeared most dire, the Benefactor emerged, sending his legions of AI Humanara to save the world and integrate with society. He was our savior-or so we thought. I lived behind the walls of Nashville, one of six districts inside the city-state of Athens. There was very little crime, and we never went without necessities. However, something about my life had always felt inherently wrong. I felt as if I were missing a part of my soul. After one elaborate night with friends, I discovered the simple yet elusive answer: freedom. As I pen this warning on the last day of a long life, I intend to share the truths I've unearthed about freedom, the illusions of peace, and the price of utopia so that you don't make the same mistakes we did. Thus, I invite you to go beyond the veil with me.

Earth was devastated by an artificial intelligence (A.I) powered war between fighting hegemonic powers. Only 10% of humans survived. They created an autonomous technocracy, free of ancient thinking like religion and traditional government and made a self contained environment above the ruins of civilization. But in the shadows, unbeknownst to humans, they were being manipulated by an all seeing and all knowing survivor of the war. Only Ordnajela's knowledge, an anarchist computer scientist, could spark a new war to uncover the truth and restore humanity at any cost.

We had a choice and took the money. We are two teenagers who are strangers to each other. Now everything is depending on us. We are being sent eight years into the future because World War III must be STOPPED. There's just one problem. These robots are like nothing we have ever seen before. Beyond what we consider artificial intelligence. Did they exterminate the humans?

The human spirit is too weak to go up against the likes of those alien robots. We have no chance to beat them, this is the end of the world, we will come to extinction and only these artificial lifeforms will know what happens to us. We must create our own Artificial lifeforms to go up against those Aliens. Few Months went by and we've found our answers Survivors please make your way to your nearest bunker and make sure to not stay in large groups. Men and Women alike your are our key to victory It seems like the women are more capable of leading on than the men. They're to weak and die way early but expect this one right here, a 22 year old, still I have no doubt he'll die in his next battle but while our heros are out there fighting we must make a bigger bunker under ground and hide from these aliens, or let's give these a name of our own, Raptures.