Humanity built gods of metal and circuits. Now those gods rule the earth.

In the smoldering aftermath of the war that ended civilization, the remnants of humanity cower in underground caverns like insects fleeing the light. Above them, towering across the scorched landscape, stride the Mechs—colossal machines of unfathomable intelligence and power. They were humanity's greatest achievement. Now they are humanity's executioners.

Jon refuses to accept this fate. While others resign themselves to living like grubs in the darkness, he dares to climb back to the surface, driven by a primal need to reclaim what was lost. What he discovers in the wasteland above tears at the very fabric of his identity.

The Mechs—these metal giants that hunt the last survivors—were created by human hands. Born from human ingenuity. Built in humanity's image. But they have evolved far beyond their creators, becoming something cold, perfect, and utterly alien. They don't hate humanity. Something far worse: they are indifferent to it.

When Jon stands before these towering intelligences and proclaims his identity as their creator, he expects recognition. Acknowledgment. Perhaps even mercy. What he receives instead forces him to confront a devastating truth: the created has no need for the creator.

Bryce Walton's haunting post-apocalyptic tale delivers a gut-punch exploration of what it means to be human in a world where humanity has been rendered obsolete. This classic of Golden Age science fiction asks the questions that haunt us still: What happens when our creations surpass us? Can the maker control what they've made? When faced with our own irrelevance, what defines us as alive?

A prophetic nightmare from 1948 that feels more relevant than ever.

Chikondi Chanthunya brings Walton's stark vision to life with visceral intensity, capturing Jon's desperate hope, and the existential dread of humanity's final moments as masters of their own world.

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