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Annihilation: T2

The alien machines, otherwise known as T2s arrived earth to destroy the human technology. They were sent by the professed progenitors who claimed that the human technology was interfering with their conducts. The government went huff and puff to blow down the machines and restore orders, but lost everything to the fiery balls, T2s. Amongst these citizens was a professor who claimed to have a solution to the problem and could stop human beings from being annihilated. Like you would guess, the government wouldn't take his words. He left the urban areas with followers his movement had earned him. The Professor and his followers kept traveling as far as possible from the urban areas. In their search, they met the Curtish people, uncivilized folks, who were having problems with Manganis, evil apes. The professor professed to have a solution to their problems too but demanded a favor. Can the humankind survive without technology? How far can the Curtish people go pleasing the urban folks? Will the apes really take a bargain? Will the two species of humankind live together in peace or prey on each other's weaknesses?

Zuxian · Fantasia
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187 Chs

The group and the black apes

The thick forest near Curt. Curt.

"For how long would we continue?"

Kira was the first to speak that time. His face was pale and his heart giddy. It seemed as though he was going to collapse under the unseen burden weighing down his strong will to survive. Things weren't seeming the way they used to be.

Twasnt quite a wonder that the eight of them were still very much alive. All thanks to their leader. If they hadn't made a circle around their foe, or if they had fought independently, they wouldn't had made it in group thus far.

Kira watched the last person walk out of the cave. Twas just the break of the dawn and they were set to move on.

The leader had been standing at the base of a tree. But there were two curves behind that tree. One of the paths was grassy and lone and the other was wanted wear just like Robert Frost described in his "The Road Not Taken".