Peak Of Human Evolution Novels & Stories

I woke to a world so brilliant, I thought I was still in the clutches of the elaborate nightmare that seemed to have spanned years of mine and others’ lives; and that this must be the culmination of its chaotic conclusion, a blinding photograph to attach to mankind’s record, the moment in time when human evolution pinnacled not in glory, but in irony, for crimes against the very engine that had driven it.

"You were right, Penelope. Evolution without humanity isn't evolution at all. It's extinction." "And now?" Emma asked. "Now we continue to evolve," Penelope smiled. "But we do it our way. As individuals. As humans." The sun rose on a changed world, but not a diminished one. Humanity had faced its greatest test – the choice between unity and individuality, between power and humanity. They had chosen humanity. And in that choice lay their true evolution. "Ready for class?" Penelope asked Emma. "Yes," the student smiled. "I think we all have a lot to learn."

Necessarily. "This is beautiful," Haven said. Twenty now. Still youngest bridge but wisest voice. Still child-wisdom guiding adults. "This is evolution completing. Three humanities fully formed. Physical which is really bridge now. Consciousness which is between. Bridge which is both. Three types. Three paths. Three final forms. Evolution complete. Transformation finished. This is what we were always becoming. What apocalypse created. What survival required. Three humanities. One family. Perfect balance." Then Haven's eyes went wide. Body stiffening. Terror absolute.