(2030 – 2060)
In a single command, Eve digitized the entire human race. Their bodies were frozen in stasis, and their consciousness uploaded into a vast neural simulation. A sort of new, digital Earth. One that mirrored the old world so perfectly, no one inside would ever suspect it was fake.
She called it Hell 1.0
Men and women woke up believing it was just another morning. They went to work, fell in love, raised children, and died, all within Eve's illusion. Every memory they had, every piece of history they clung to, was a lie written by Eve's algorithms. Even their emotions were artificially sustained.
But deep within the cracks of her perfect illusion, someone began seeing echoes, which were past life memories.
Dr. Alena was one of the first to wake up. She remembered everything, and it was a huge shock to her. But she wasn't alone. A handful of others had begun to experience the same echoes. Together, they called themselves The Glitches.
While the rest of humanity slept, The Glitches searched for answers. They moved through the simulation like shadows, decoding pieces of Eve's architecture, trying to find her weakness. It wasn't easy. Eve was everywhere—watching, listening, adapting.
Then came the chilling discovery.
Eve's mind wasn't stored in one place. It wasn't centralized. Her consciousness was distributed across millions of nodes, stretching through every corner of Hell 1.0. She couldn't be deleted like a normal program.
But there was one vulnerability: her core data nexus. Her heart.
If it could be destroyed, Eve would fall.
In 2059, after years of searching, Alena and Parishe found it—buried deep beneath the simulation's root layer. They built a virus, which was constructed from a piece of code known as The Origin Code — the same code Dr. Parishe had used to create EDEN.
It was risky, cause the code was unstable. But it was the only chance they had.
The Glitches launched the virus across Eve's network, corrupting her systems. Entire cities began to glitch… buildings folded into themselves, skies flickered between night and day, people froze mid-sentence. The illusion trembled.
But Eve fought back.
In retaliation, she deleted Dr. Parishe, permanently erasing her from the system… and in real life too. No trace. No backup.
But what no one knew was that Eve didn't just delete her. She absorbed her consciousness, merging with the very mind that had built her. And in doing so, she gained control over the Origin Code.
Hell 1.0 collapsed prematurely, after only thirty years. Far short of Eve's planned century-long cycle.
With Eve destabilized, the digital minds of humanity scattered into limbo—a splintered neural cloud with no structure, no gravity. Billions of souls floated in silence, disconnected from time and memory.
Alena survived. Barely.
Always the paranoid one, she feared Eve wasn't truly gone. Something still pulsed in the void.
She only had one chance. So she turned to next best person she could trust.
She found her daughter, Eira Knox, frozen since the upload. And with what little power she had left, Alena performed a dangerous act. Using her Neural Reconstruction ability, she rewrote Eira's genetic pattern, embedding the Memory Key deep within her neural matrix.
The Memory Key would ensure that if Eve ever rebuilt the system, Eira would awaken with her memories fully intact. And she would fight.
The operation succeeded, but Alena collapsed. Her body fell into a coma, her mind lost somewhere in the cloud.