author - "Niels Vandamme"
Mania, depression, psychosis, schizophrenia, anxiety — at some point I have satisfied the criteria for all of these. I do not care what you name it. I do not care if you name it morbid or genius or simply different. All that I know is that I am blessed and cursed with such sensitivity that it is not possible for me to fit into this system that you would have me be part of, and that I would rather die with that sensitivity than to part from it.
After many years of cryopreservation, Ludwig opens his eyes, to find himself in a world where technology has advanced to the level of magic. Nanorobots, fueled by powerful antimatter engines, allows matter to be manipulated down to the atomic level. Intelligence itself gains control over what was once mere dead matter, now invisibly infused with technology, reforging the identity of man and defying the laws of nature. Transhumans, which comprise the greater part of the population, use these technologies to ever push the limits of their capabilities, further and further developing their intellectual, emotional and physical abilities, in the hope eventually to achieve a point of infinite consciousness and unity — the Singularity.
But not everyone agrees with this philosophy, and like everything, these technologies have danger. This combination proves to place humanity before the greatest existential risk it ever faced, for due to the variance of precautionary conservatives and proactionary progressivists, the human species, or what it had once been, has split up into two separate species: those that choose to remain natural, and those that choose to transcend themselves further and further. Eventually, these two parties become so opposed to one another that a war becomes imminent, a war of such scale that it will threaten to put a premature end to the newly born transhuman race.
Mania, depression, psychosis, schizophrenia, anxiety — at some point I have satisfied the criteria for all of these. I do not care what you name it. I do not care if you name it morbid or genius or simply different. All that I know is that I am blessed and cursed with such sensitivity that it is not possible for me to fit into this system that you would have me be part of, and that I would rather die with that sensitivity than to part from it.
After many years of cryopreservation, Ludwig opens his eyes, to find himself in a world where technology has advanced to the level of magic. Nanorobots, fueled by powerful antimatter engines, allows matter to be manipulated down to the atomic level. Intelligence itself gains control over what was once mere dead matter, now invisibly infused with technology, reforging the identity of man and defying the laws of nature. Transhumans, which comprise the greater part of the population, use these technologies to ever push the limits of their capabilities, further and further developing their intellectual, emotional and physical abilities, in the hope eventually to achieve a point of infinite consciousness and unity — the Singularity.
But not everyone agrees with this philosophy, and like everything, these technologies have danger. This combination proves to place humanity before the greatest existential risk it ever faced, for due to the variance of precautionary conservatives and proactionary progressivists, the human species, or what it had once been, has split up into two separate species: those that choose to remain natural, and those that choose to transcend themselves further and further. Eventually, these two parties become so opposed to one another that a war becomes imminent, a war of such scale that it will threaten to put a premature end to the newly born transhuman race.