Summary

A century ago, there were actual human beings everywhere. A century ago, 90% of the population wasn't made out of Ambrizes. A century ago, we were made naturally, in the womb of our mothers.

We had 8 billion people now we're down to 2 billion out of which only 5% are human beings.

But that was before the apocalypse wiped us out, leaving the few of us desperate to survive. Desperate to save humanity; Remaking the idea of asexual reproduction.

With the rest of the survivors, we had managed to invent a powerful machine which allowed us to remake "human beings".

I'm Roz and this is my story; A world, without strangers.