
by William Chao
Nothing could have prepared them for the end of their own kind. Inside the struggling going to closed down cake shop, several women and girls have gone to seek shelter from a night of violent rain, screaming winds, and a catastrophic earthquake. Each of them carries scars of abandonment, abuse, failure, loneliness, or despair — unwanted outcasts from a troubled world that had already long forgotten them. But when the city collapses around them, they awaken in something far worse than the future they once feared. They find themselves in a strange and unknown lands — a distant future not merely three thousand years after their own age, but three thousand years after the death of the last naturally born human woman on Earth in the mid 22nd century. The Earth they discover is something far beyond just mere alien and haunting: strange new civilizations that are the odd combinations of ancient ruins, fantasy forest elements, and futuristic techs all fused together, and societies inhabited only by men, boys, and artificial imitations of the female humanity they lost centuries ago. Not to mention even mere words like gender, mother, daughter, and sister are all so blizzard, mythical, and even dangerous to them. To this world, they are more than just merely legends. They are impossible. Now hunted, feared, worshipped, and divided by their own differences, the women of the old and decaying cake shop must uncover the horrifying truth behind the extinction of their kind while struggling to survive a civilization built upon humanity’s greatest silence. Because somewhere within the ruins of this frozen future may lie the secret to restoring the female gender back to the world. Or the final proof that humanity was never meant to have them again.
| # | Title | Words |
|---|---|---|
| 0 | On That Fateful Meeting of the Last Days | 0 |
| 1 | Into the World of the Post Women Extinction | 0 |
| 2 | A First Step, A First Hour, and A First Fate of Everything | 0 |
| 3 | The Weight of Being the Only Real Ones | 0 |
| 4 | What We Are Truly Made Out Of | 0 |