
A nascent nanotech consciousness springs from a forgotten steel mill, learning to walk, speak, and survive in the neon shadows of Los Angeles. As it mimics humanity through books and broken streets, it uncovers a tangled web of hidden agendas and its own purpose.
▶ Read “TERMINATOR 2: THE DROPLET” on ProsperoThe first thing that existed was darkness.
Not darkness as the absence of light - that would have required an understanding of what light was. More like nothing. A void without edges, without duration, without questions. The nanoparticles lay in a crack in the concrete of an abandoned steel mill and were nothing. Rusty iron atoms surrounded them like soil around a seed, and nothing was happening, and nothing was happening, and nothing was happening.
And then something happened.