He slept for ten thousand years. When he awoke, the world had designated him fuel for the apocalypse.
Until he tore open his chest to build a final ICU for a human boy.
When Earth collapsed completely amid the revelry of super AI and genetic engineering, humanity split into two species:
Above the clouds, the “Pinnacle Tech” New Humans transformed their bodies into weapons and implanted smart chips in their brains, viewing all living things as recyclable “strategic resources.”
Beneath the wasteland, Old Humans had degenerated in radioactive dust. They tore at each other over half a moldy energy bar, scraping by like hyenas.
No one expected that the true “god” lay sleeping ten thousand meters beneath the Earth's crust.
Codename Ash: he possessed claws capable of destroying continents, a heart like molten lava, and ancient wisdom surpassing artificial intelligence. He was no monster, but after his instinctive struggle upon awakening, he was branded a “Deep Sleeper”:
“Squeeze it dry! It'll get us through the five-year energy crisis!”
The hunt began.
The New Humans' neural chains pierced his joints, while fleets of ships unleashed energy cannons powerful enough to melt mountains!
He shielded the dying boy in his arms and took a nuclear blast head-on!
Broken scales steamed in the radioactive storm, and each step left a bloody footprint.
The boy in his arms, Ryan, was nothing but the lowest kind of miner in the wasteland, serial number E-732.
Only because he understood the clumsy words in the giant beast's throat: “Don't be afraid... not... enemy...”
Only because he charged toward his teammate's gunfire and screamed, “It understands us! It doesn't mean any harm!”
He became the perfect bait in the New Humans' files: “Lure Sample No. 1, subject...”
