duhproductions

This is a draft prologue and first chapter of a story I've had on my mind for a while now. Feedback welcome, but phrase it constructively and nicely or I'll cry myself to sleep. Prologue Data. Our data. Records, financials, bios, photos, messages, wishes, memories. Snippets of ourselves captured in little ones and zeroes now stored in metal icebergs submerged in semi-toxic seas. The old age of explosive technological achievement was transformed into a barren waterscape under a saffron haze on that day, when all the world’s nuclear armaments reduced continents to mountaintop islands. Scattered across the new ocean world, the remnant of humanity remains connected by the one surviving technological marvel from the old world: the satellite-based internet called Constellation. Without land or cooling to spare, server “icebergs” linked to Constellation were built and dispersed at sea. As the sole vulnerability in Constellation’s legendary security, these servers became targets and gave