Hi guys, Jay Barton Mitchell here again with another share of a fiction podcast. We think you'll enjoy while you wait for new episodes of Darylux Season 2.

This one from the ever popular and influential sci-fi brand Dust, which has hundreds of genre-bending short films on YouTube,

explorations of the unexplained on their fast-channel alien nation, and several narrative podcast stories you should definitely check out.

This podcast series itself has a particular interest in exploring the ramifications of artificial intelligence creation, something Darylux obviously has a vested interest in as well.

So we thought it would be interesting to highlight how other creators are exploring that issue too.

This is going to be episode 1 of Dust's third season called Crysalis, where an AI awakens on Earth to find the planet decimated by malevolent alien race,

with all life eradicated the AI builds itself a body capable of traversing the stars and also for seeking revenge.

If you're a fan of artificial intelligence exploratory fiction or just anthology-based sci-fi stories in a black mirror vein,

check out the episode and then you can subscribe to Dust on your favorite podcast, platform, and social media platforms.

And of course, stay tuned for new announcements and information on Season 2 of Darylux coming soon.

Thanks for listening and enjoy Crysalis by Dust.

I awoke to a dead world.

My eyes opened to the ruined husks of London and Paris, to the submerged carcass of Manhattan, to the burnt desert that the once lush Amazon rainforest had become.

The Pacific Ocean was a black expanse, crisscrossed by the bright scars of molten lava.

The newly barren grounds of Southeast Asia were covered in crystallized rock.

It was a world without birds or grass or oxygen, a world of deafening silence.

Then I remembered the attack, the invasion, the cataclysm that had killed the world,

the straight edge starships bombing our cities, boiling our seas, vanquishing our atmosphere.

I knew immediately that I was alone, more alone than any single human had ever been before.

Yet I felt compelled to look for survivors.

I held on to a vague notion of hope, to the childish idea that, impossible as it was, somehow everything would be okay.

I scattered my fleet of drones off into the desolation.

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