E.B. Wolf wrote his first manuscript when he was 16 years old. Then he burnt it. For the next ten years, he worked on bettering himself as a person and an author until he finally reached a point where he could bestow his incredible writing upon the world.
The civilized world has met its bitter end. What remains of humanity has escaped into technological utopias spaced around the globe. However, the system could accept only so many people and continue to operate at optimal levels. Many were forced to live on the fringes of the surrounding Wastelands, to hustle and gripe for their undeserving lives under the ground. The Machine will continue to...