In a bid to help the rise of mankind again, the first metal exoskeleton was born. Scientists, proud to reveal their new hybrid. Part human and part robot. For those brave enough to try, their brains changed into a series of electrical impulses, and kept alive in a computer.
Transferred into the base of the skeleton, it fused with a hive mind, to create a being who didn’t need air to breathe. They would never grow old – titanium bones, covered human flesh. Grown, not born.
It was the only way human life could survive. Since the last ozone layer scare, pretty soon, they would have to find somewhere else to live. Another planet, which wasn’t at risk from the radiation from the sun.
Every human needed to sigh up, but there were those, who believed it abnormal, even dangerous to put themselves in the hands of the machines, which threatened their very humanity.
2041, and life would be different.
Everyone needed to be more involved in the outcome – or so the government said. It was hard not to believe, the only television broadcasted, was theirs. Game shows, showing a vivid message of treats with credits. A virtual holiday to the place of their choice, a free exoskeleton fitting, or a flat of their choice in the nicest parts of the city.
Then they could be living the dream, be part of the future.