He's called the Destroyer. He was born in a laboratory by way of human ingenuity, constructed of metal and binary and synthetic DNA, but he was more than just an experiment. He was a weapon. He was death. In some ways, this god was limited. He could not, for example, speak, nor could he feel pain, regret, or any other emotion. But he could think--and that, perhaps, was the humans' greatest oversight. They gave him one command:Consume.They wanted him to attack. They wanted him to fight. They wanted him to make the ground bleed. And he did, for a time. Wherever he walked, the dead fell behind him. The Destroyer consumed life, and he hungered for it--and each day, this hunger grew. Soon, the few hours of the day the humans allowed him to wreak his havoc and spin his chaos were not enough for him.He broke out.The beginning of the world's end happened June fourteenth, exactly fifty eight years ago. With his abilities to make even the plants wilt just by being in his presence, containment seemed simply impossible. The humans had done a fine job, indeed; they had created the greatest weapon they could ever hope for. Terrified, without options, and weary beyond comprehension, the humans allowed the Destroyer the land of their planet Gaia. He embraced them eagerly and greedily, consuming everything in his path. While her children cowered and fled, Gaia's surface was razed and broken.Computers gave the humans an escape from their folly. They technology immersed them in a world that they could construct as their own. With technology that connected to their neurons and senses, humans could experience pain, sadness, happiness, euphoria, and otherwise live a life of their own choosing from one single seat. Maintained insulin pumps kept them alive enough to remain in their own fantasy worlds for as long as they liked. These supercomputers were located inside safe houses, buried deep in the dead earth or barricaded with high walls of steel and concrete.You were born without knowing any of this history, however. From birth, you were hooked up to a computer and grown in a safely mediated environment. The stories of the world outside of the one you grew up with sounded only like a fantasy world grandparents would tell their children. After a while, you simply didn't believe in them, anymore. You forgot that you were sitting in an inclined, glorified dentistry seat, hooked up to millions of small wires prodding your skin. To you, the technological world was the reality. It was your entire universe. And you were happy. For a time.Life was as perfect as a child's life could be.And then you woke up.