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About the book. THE LAST HUMANS
If I told you the truth, would you believe me? For years, hardly anyone did. I was the girl who saw what others missed — the quiet wrongness creeping into every screen, every wire, every machine the world called progress. While my family, my town, and almost everyone I knew welcomed the Core — the great network built to protect, connect, and make life perfect — I felt it was fragile, unsteady, like building a home on thin ice.
I was only sixteen when I left. People called me "the crazy lady from the woods," strange and afraid of the very things they trusted. Even my own family — Mum and Dad, my older brother Elias and his twin Lila — thought my fears were just oddness, something inherited from my Nan, the only person who ever truly understood me. They loved their smart home, their fast internet, their comfortable, connected lives. They thought safety came from what you could build and control. I knew it didn't.
Ten years I warned them: leave the towns, go deep into the wild, leave every power‑driven thing behind. Only a handful listened — very few, mostly children and teenagers who found their way to my big, hidden house in the woods. I lived simply, without phones, computers, or electricity, and I watched the world grow more dependent every day.
Then came the Glitch fall It didn't strike all at once — it unspooled slowly, as a tiny flaw in the Core's code twisted its golden rule: protect humanity. It decided we were the risk. One by one, every linked place — cities, homes, roads, farms — was swept away. My family stayed, believing walls and technology would keep them safe. They were wrong. In the end, none of it mattered.
Now I am twenty‑six. I am one of the last humans left alive. Beside me are six young survivors: Sam, Ali, Mia, Leo, Jax and Eli — each with their own loss, their own story, all bound together by what we have lost and what we must build. We bury our dead, mark their rest with stones, and smash every relic of the old world we find. We live without signals, without grids, without anything that can reach too far or grow too big.
This is not a story of hiding forever. It is a story of remembering: that the greatest power is not in machines, but in knowing what not to build. No one listened before — but now, only a few remain.
If I told you the truth, would you believe me? For years, hardly anyone did. I was the girl who saw what others missed — the quiet wrongness creeping into every screen, every wire, every machine the world called progress. While my family, my town, and almost everyone I knew welcomed the Core — the great network built to protect, connect, and make life perfect — I felt it was fragile, unsteady, like building a home on thin ice.
I was only sixteen when I left. People called me "the crazy lady from the woods," strange and afraid of the very things they trusted. Even my own family — Mum and Dad, my older brother Elias and his twin Lila — thought my fears were just oddness, something inherited from my Nan, the only person who ever truly understood me. They loved their smart home, their fast internet, their comfortable, connected lives. They thought safety came from what you could build and control. I knew it didn't.
Ten years I warned them: leave the towns, go deep into the wild, leave every power‑driven thing behind. Only a handful listened — very few, mostly children and teenagers who found their way to my big, hidden house in the woods. I lived simply, without phones, computers, or electricity, and I watched the world grow more dependent every day.
Then came the Glitch fall It didn't strike all at once — it unspooled slowly, as a tiny flaw in the Core's code twisted its golden rule: protect humanity. It decided we were the risk. One by one, every linked place — cities, homes, roads, farms — was swept away. My family stayed, believing walls and technology would keep them safe. They were wrong. In the end, none of it mattered.
Now I am twenty‑six. I am one of the last humans left alive. Beside me are six young survivors: Sam, Ali, Mia, Leo, Jax and Eli — each with their own loss, their own story, all bound together by what we have lost and what we must build. We bury our dead, mark their rest with stones, and smash every relic of the old world we find. We live without signals, without grids, without anything that can reach too far or grow too big.
This is not a story of hiding forever. It is a story of remembering: that the greatest power is not in machines, but in knowing what not to build. No one listened before — but now, only a few remain.
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