The whole world is evolving, but I am standing still.
My classmates have turned into monsters that can run on walls, my teacher has evolved ultrasonic positioning, and even the big yellow dog downstairs in my house can now bite through steel bars.
And I, Lin Feng, am seventeen years old, recognized by the whole school as a "gene defective". I can't run, I can't win, and my sense of smell is not as good as those of the evolved ones.
Nuwa's therapy has brought all mankind to heaven, except me, still crawling on the ground.
They said I was pitiful, that I was a defective product of this new era and that I would not survive more than three days.
Until I discovered that I could understand the underlying code of evolving viruses, I could use the chemical reagents at hand to create "regression agents" for evolvers, and I could use a magnet to disrupt the bioelectrical signals in their bodies...
When the high-level evolutionaries were ruling the roost in the ruins of the city, I stood in front of them, holding a test tube in my hand.
"If your IQ is not enough," I said, "no matter how much you evolve, it will be in vain."
Knowledge is the most powerful power in this apocalypse.
