Prolouge

We are falling. The morals of man are fading. What happened to humanity? What will happen in the future? We were told that a wonderful, peaceful utopia will arise. We believed them. But that's not how it is.
Life barely exists. Chaos is peace. The earth is barren and flooded, the air is thick and dark. Urban environments are all that exist. No plants to give off oxygen. No way to breathe; until a machine was created to filter and generate oxygen. All forms of diseases and most harmful bacteria had been removed and terminated. Even the people that carried the disease. But that didn't help us. We all die within seven months of our creation anyway.
We are made; not born. We were made to work. I was created three months ago for the sixty-third time. Immortality through cloning and mind transference used up so much energy that the world had almost lost all of its energy permanently. But the demanding for everlasting life was inevitable.
They thought they could solve it: the problem of free will. The Leaders. We Workers call them Serpents because they twist and manipulate people's minds and thoughts like a snake constricts a rat before swallowing it whole.
The Leaders claim to have eliminated disease, they eliminated global waring, over population, rape, and even murder. But all came at a price. They did not care. They did not realize the number of lives that would be lost.
The Surface Dwellers, as we call them, believe that nothing is wrong. They have been manipulated by the Leaders. They don't even know we exist.