Imagine a world where humans finally decided to stop the fighting and meaningless arguments. A world where little Timmy does go to sleep hungry. A world where 11 year old Sam doesn't have to lose his parents to war. A world at peace. A world where humans can get something done instead of killing each other. But let's be honest, your not here to read about that. Now are you?

So let's skip over that part where we were at peace. When we had to colonize other planets to make room. When traveling between them became a weekend trip. Humans were doing quite well. No human has been recorded dead for a good 100 years after aging was cured.

But humans made a mistake. You see, we aren't the only ones that were out there. No where close. We're not the fastest, strongest, and sure as hell not the smartest. We don't even get the tittle of the most adaptable. So we did like anyone would do.

We died. A lot of us died, no majority of us did. We couldn't fight back. On the verge of nearly being wiped out,some crazy bastard had an idea. He wanted to make artificial bodies that could stand up to the threats. And it worked. A new breed of humans were born . A breed designed for war. A breed made to survive.

Although we survived ,the threat is still there. We are now back to the waring tribes we once were. We aren't the top of the food chain. We aren't special. We are beast of desire and pressure. We can't hide it.

So what the point in trying to?