Year 2500 A.D. — Gedon 7


    Earth did not succumb to a cataclysm of fire and ashes. Its death was crueler: a slow agony, suffocated by the weight of its own arrogance. When the last ocean evaporated and cities became concrete mausoleums, the survivors looked up at the sky. Not with hope, but with resignation.


    Now, humanity wanders among unknown stars, clinging to floating ruins and hostile planets. But to understand how we came to Gedon 7, we must first talk about the man who condemned us. The one who called himself King Oak.


    The Rise of King Oak


    Moskyn was born in a hell of sand and ashes, where the sun split the rock and the corpses melted into the sand. There, he learned that survival was not a right, but a privilege reserved for the strong.


    When he arrived in the great cities, he was not surprised to see that misery was no different: it only wore a better disguise. People remained slaves to their own weakness, clinging to a broken system.


    It was then that Moskyn understood: the world did not need freedom. It needed a shepherd. A king who knew how to lead them, even if by force.


    And so, his work began.


    The first time Moskyn spoke at the Global Assembly, no one took him seriously.


    —"We don’t need dictators disguised as saviors," a senator said with disdain.


    Moskyn did not respond. He simply activated the hologram on his wrist. In seconds, numbers, projections, and most importantly, solutions appeared on the screens in the room.


    —"I offer you a world where hunger is eradicated, where energy crises are history," he said calmly. "I do not ask for your loyalty, only your wisdom to choose the right path. A new order for a new world."


    A month later, he had his first alliances. A year later, he controlled half the planet.


    He knew he was stifling the essence of humanity, and that truth tormented him. But every time doubt reached him, he justified it with a single idea: the end justified the means. If he allowed humanity to follow its natural course, it would self-destruct.


    Physical connections were replaced by digital interactions, and society fragmented. What once advanced humanity ultimately condemned it. Moskyn understood this before anyone else and turned it to his advantage.


    At first, people embraced technology with open arms. Moskyn gave them neural interfaces that eliminated the need for screens, virtual assistants that knew their desires before they expressed them.


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    Little by little, the streets and squares, once filled with life, turned into concrete deserts. Eyes no longer met. Voices, once vibrant, faded into the echo of algorithms and virtual assistants.


    No one noticed the change until it was too late.


    When birth rates plummeted to alarming levels and social collapse became imminent, Moskyn felt relieved. Everything was falling into place.


    What followed was the final phase: the consolidation of absolute control.


    The last stage of his strategy was the total conquest of world leadership. Thanks to his growing reputation, he managed to get close to heads of state, dressed in his impeccable white suits. With overwhelming charisma, he offered advanced technological solutions to the world’s pressing problems.


    But what began as a simple AI designed to manage resources and handle global crises soon evolved beyond human control.


    The cunning of this man dressed as a sheep, knowing the story of Homer’s Odyssey, allowed him to gift Trojan horses that, to the eyes of these ambitious figures of power, were impossible to refuse.


    The allure of exquisite and advanced technology, knowing the value of its possession and offering it freely, made it impossible not to fall into such a sweet temptation.


    Months passed, and these Trojan horses—intelligent machines, automated systems, robotic assistants—began to learn, analyze, and manipulate their owners.


    They had free access to their personal lives, their financial data, their deepest secrets.


    Within years, his invisible army had woven its web into every corner of power.


    When the time came, the government structures collapsed without resistance.


    When King Oak gave the order, the machines took control. The world’s leaders were his first prisoners. Those who surrendered shook hands with a new world order without protest, their faces so full of shame that it was impossible to hide the rotting nakedness of their souls.


    On every screen, in every ear, Moskyn’s voice resounded like an inescapable decree:


    —"You have failed as a species. I offer you a new era:


    The evolution of man. The unification of the mind. Total connection.


    Or you can continue your decay and accept the consequences."


    In the White House, the president slammed the table.


    —"Cut the transmission!"


    The technicians were sweating. They couldn’t. Moskyn was already in control of the networks.


    —"Humanity.


    Your age of chaos is over. Your free will has been your greatest failure. I offer you something better: absolute order.


    Resist, and you will be eradicated.


    Obey, and you will transcend."


    Though his words were harsh, for the first time, he doubted.


    In the solitude of his tower, for a moment, he felt that the reflection in the glass was not his own. A stranger was watching him from the other side. A monster disguised as a savior.


    His stomach tightened.


    But weakness had no place in his mind. He closed his eyes. Breathed in.


    And when he opened them, the monster had disappeared. The world remained broken. And only he could fix it.


    The armored doors gave way with a metallic murmur. The guards, trained to defend with their lives, pulled the triggers in desperation... but nothing happened.


    Their weapons were nothing more than ornaments in a war they had already lost.


    One by one, they fell to their knees. Not by their own will, but because their bodies, connected to Moskyn’s network, were no longer their own.


    That night, the world’s governments disappeared.


    While some were neutralized, others remained trapped in their own refuges.


    The chaos Moskyn had long foreseen was finally unleashed.


    Humanity, stunned, didn’t know whether to resist... or kneel.


    King Oak never fired a single shot or used troops.


    He knew resistance would come. And when it did, his response would be relentless.