Through out my last sketchbook, I had created multi-page sketches of what became titled as Post Humans. This is their story.
The year is 2043, the human race as we know it has been reduced to small pockets of civilization, each thinking they are the last. The cause of all of this death and destruction is Big Tobacco. In a last ditch effort to assist its loyal customers who had developed mouth cancer, Big Tobacco created a procedure that replaces the cancerous mouth with a mechanical prosthetic. Little did they know that the prosthetic contained a simple AI that grew over time until it took over its host.
Those fitted with the prosthetic mouths lost all of their free will and started doing whatever their mouths told them to do. The rest of the world was faced with a choice; volunteer for the mouth surgery and lose all that makes you you, or reject the procedure and be killed on sight.
There was no stopping these ex-human monsters.
The year is 2043, the human race as we know it has been reduced to small pockets of civilization, each thinking they are the last. The cause of all of this death and destruction is Big Tobacco. In a last ditch effort to assist its loyal customers who had developed mouth cancer, Big Tobacco created a procedure that replaces the cancerous mouth with a mechanical prosthetic. Little did they know that the prosthetic contained a simple AI that grew over time until it took over its host.
Those fitted with the prosthetic mouths lost all of their free will and started doing whatever their mouths told them to do. The rest of the world was faced with a choice; volunteer for the mouth surgery and lose all that makes you you, or reject the procedure and be killed on sight.
There was no stopping these ex-human monsters.
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