Adam Bronze stood with his butler, Oswald, in a futuristic-looking control room with dozens of screens on the walls. Both of them were looking at the screens with indescribable expressions on their faces.

“I never really thought it was possible to get this far…” Adam said.

“I think that words cannot truly describe the emotions you are feeling right now, Young Master. I understand.”

“I really didn’t think we could survive as a society like this. Jessica said she never saw a future like this either.”

Adam was talking about the Blind Prophetess, Stephanie Jessica. She had told him that she had never seen a future like this one.

She had seen futures where all humans were boiled in something that looked like a giant bowl of soup. She had also seen a future where everything died and turned to ash, and ghostly beings walked on earth, chewing away at the souls of mankind. There was also a future where grotesque lumps of flesh absorbed human flesh, glued them together like clay, and fought other monsters while the world burned. The world could also be destroyed by a race of machines that plucked human brains and carried them around in a container while...