Capítulo 1: The Day everything changed

Beep... Beep... Beep... BEEP!

SMASH!

"Fucking mornings..." Jake groaned, barely awake as his alarm clock crashed to the floor.

His fist remained clenched, hovering above the bedside table where the annoying contraption had once sat. Normally, he'd fall back into bed, convince himself he had more time, drift back into oblivion. But not today.

Today was different.

Without his usual sluggishness, Jake managed to untangle himself from the blankets, rising shirtless. Standing at six feet tall and just over twenty-five, Jake looked—if you didn't stare too long—entirely average. Slightly overweight, but he wore his clothes well. A keen eye might notice hints of muscle, leftover evidence from a past when he'd actually worked out and held back on the junk food. But lately, that drive had withered away.

His skin was pale, dark circles hung under his eyes, the telltale signs of too many late nights glued to a screen—whether it was video games or work. A few pimples dotted his face, not enough to be severe, but enough to show he was letting things slide.

A shaggy mess of brown hair, untouched by scissors in far too long, and a thick two-week-old beard framed his otherwise promising features. Despite his lack of grooming, his face still held a certain potential—sharp features and smoldering eyes that could captivate. From time to time, those eyes revealed a glimmer of melancholy, a sadness that was swiftly smothered by a frown.

His name was Jake Wilderth. He had been orphaned at the age of three, his parents among the many who perished in the False Third World War of 2084. He was 25 years old today. His uncle Kalen had taken him in, raising him alongside his cousin Anya. It had been a mostly peaceful childhood. Mostly.

The Wilderths were an old family. Not aristocratic or bourgeois, but proud and demanding enough to make life difficult for their descendants. Not because of some family heirloom, hidden secrets, or noble cause—just pure, unrelenting pride.

The Wilderths had one thing in common: they were all smart. Not prodigies, but each had a solid IQ above 130. Some might say genetics don't matter much, or that IQ is an overrated measure of intelligence. Sure, emotional intelligence was arguably more valuable for real-world success. But in a family like the Wilderths, where everyone had a high IQ, expectations were different.

Yet, when it became a generality in a large family, it changed everything. When a child was limited or mentally retarded, the parents would be much more tolerant, letting them do what they wanted. There would be no requirements. No pressure. No impossible expectations. Just compassion, and the quiet acceptance that the child was doing their best.

When the child was exceptional, in contrast, the parents would become strict—unyielding, even. On the one hand, they would not want their child to waste their talent. On the other hand, they would often unconsciously transfer their own failed dreams onto them. Expectations would pile up, and the child would have no choice but to meet them, willingly or not.

With the Wilderths, there was a third consideration. Not to embarrass themselves. If you were more successful than your cousins, aunts, or uncles, that was fine—good, even. But if you were less successful? If you were the one who fell behind? Then the comparisons would start, the whispering would begin, and the mockery born of those comparisons would nip any form of happiness in the bud.

That's what happened to Jake. His uncle was benevolent, and his cousin Anya protective. He grew up peacefully.

And yet, whether it was because he was naturally introverted or because the death of his parents had affected him more deeply than anyone realized, he had few friends. His natural ease with academics made it easy for him to go to university, but they never taught him how to grind, how to push himself when things got tough, how to want something badly enough to fight for it.

The sheltered life created an indecisive and procrastinating mindset. He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life, as increasing pressure from other family members made him increasingly uncomfortable. Like many lonely and asocial nerds before him, he found a way out of reality by reading, binge-watching, and playing video games.

It wasn't so bad. As an intelligent and logical man, he chose to link his future career to his current pleasures. He then enrolled in a university specializing in programming and informatics.

Unfortunately, he soon got bored. The volume of learning was incomparable to the amount of work in high school. Even for him, it required some effort. The pleasure of playing video games and the pleasure of making them were as far apart as possible. The consequence of this was that he dropped out.

He tried a few curricula such as management or cybernetics, but the boredom was still strong. He came out with a degree in cybernetics and programming, with his uncle discreetly using his circle of acquaintances to save this sinking ship of a nephew.

By 22nd-century standards, his academic path might have seemed strange at the beginning of the 21st century, but not now.

The technology of quantum computing was mature. The limit predicted for the miniaturization of transistors by Moore's Law had been solved. The performance of computers had again improved rapidly.

Artificial intelligence and bioengineering had made huge advances. Nano-cybernetics was also on the right track. Earth had managed to create its first colony on Mars more than forty years ago. 3D printing was perfected, even allowing organs to be duplicated or recreated using donor cells as ink. And yes, medicine had also developed a lot.

The pace of technological development was dizzying, but amid this rapid progress lay deep scars—the remnants of the False Third World War. Even after twenty-five years, the world was still healing.

After 2070, the Earth, with over ten billion inhabitants, was drowning in scarcity—water, food, resources. Sea levels swallowed coastal cities, entire islands vanished, and richer nations built barriers to protect what they could. Meanwhile, the less fortunate migrated inland, losing their homes to rising tides. As fossil fuels dwindled, wars broke out over what was left—oil, water, precious minerals.

And in 2084, the Third World War nearly erupted.

On May 14th of that year, the world indeed saw destruction, but not in the way anyone expected. To this day, what happened remains shrouded in mystery.

Every major city was wiped out in a single day—Moscow, Tokyo, Paris, Washington, London—vanished from the map. No warnings, no explanations. No journalists breaking through military blockades. Just silence.

People reported seeing nuclear mushrooms over the cities, but other, stranger testimonies emerged—millions of reports of bizarre phenomena. Phone lines went dead days before the explosions. Calls to loved ones in the cities were met with a harsh static, a sense of something wrong just before the connection cut out.

The stories got weirder. Witnesses claimed to have seen strange, psychedelic lights hovering above the doomed cities. Others spoke of unidentified aircraft—ships that defied all known laws of physics. Theories began to spin out of control. Government conspiracies, alien invasions, secret weapons—every possibility more unsettling than the last.

The official explanation? A Third World War. But hardly anyone believed it.

The popular theory? Alien invasion. Not because of the weird ship sightings, but because of what came next—the formation of the United Earth Government. An Earth Government formed almost overnight, with world leaders and religious heads singing the same tune.

If you know anything about history or politics, you'd know that even in times of defeat, treaties take time. Months, sometimes years. But here? In less than a week, they had a global government. It didn't add up.

The United Earth Government couldn't remain silent forever. Two years after the "False Third World War," they addressed the world. Jake could still recite that speech by heart.

"Earth citizens,

"What happened on May 14th was unprecedented, impossible to explain in a few words. We cannot reveal everything yet, as investigations are still ongoing. What we have discovered is, quite literally, earth-shattering—the kind of truth none of us are prepared to hear. But regardless, we must adapt, for the way we live will change. We must prepare.

"In roughly two decades, the changes we make must be concrete, our resolve unbreakable. Even we cannot predict the exact day of our reckoning—it could come a year sooner, or two months later—but it will come. When that day arrives, our lives will change forever.

"We hope we will all be ready."

That was twenty-two years ago. They were two years off.

Jake, now brushing his teeth, had no idea that today, on August 16th, 2106, his life would change in ways he never imagined.

The day everything changed.

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Arkinslize

Hello, this first chapter gives the mood of the first volume. Even if it is somewhat slow-paced, I hope you will read at least until volume 2 to decide whether it is your cup of tea or not.

If you like apocalypse/evolution/survival story with a smart MC with steady character growth I have no doubt this story is what you're searching for. :)

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