A million years ahead into the future, in the year 9000, thirty-six century, shortly after the amalgamation of Bablion Apple Criek and Maksix Blynas, the city of Maksix Blynas was flooded from record breaking heavy rainfall, extremely warm temperatures, high winds and deep snowpacks that had broken off into chunks called ice jams slowing down the flow of the rivers and reservoirs there.

The Yellow Zombies picked up all the trash and debris in the city of Bablion (pronounced Bab-lion) Apple Criek (pronounced Creak). Yellow Zombies are android sanitation men with an ecto-organic yellow metal exterior with no eyes just sensors where the nostrils of a nose should be. They have an oval shaped mouth and spoke smoothly not mechanically. Their voice boxes are simply nodules with flickering lights flashing at different tones of their voice, speech, syntax or vernacular. They're broadly built with round or octagonal shaped bodies. They are self-sufficient and self-sustaining individuals.

Scarlet moss bloomed throughout both city areas. "It's the only natural beauty still left in this Godforsaken location," Sixteen-year-old Davil Mittle thought to himself as he watched the Yellow Zombies begin doing the same cleaning up process with Maksix Blynas they'd done with Bablion Apple Criek.

He sat on a slowly melting cap of ice inhaling the scarlet moss's cinnamon fragrance carried by the calmer winds. Its intense medium-red flowers and abundant green foliage gave him a sliver of hope in his still despondent red-violet eyes.

The ice floated along, and he jumped off once it neared land. He lived amongst the Zombie fruit. The only food that still existed after the disastrous flood. Any other sustenance or access to it was destroyed. The fruit was a type of mulberry resembling a red brain. The fruit looked huge compared to Davil's thumbnail size. He sat atop the fruit taking a piece of it and eating it. The city of Maksix Blynas, his home was the size of a miniature dollhouse or smaller. Every resident who lived there was the size of a thumbnail. These indigenous human beings were legendary because no one knew of their existence, not until the Stellars.

"We couldn't have anticipated this," XAR-1-MAN one of the Stellars said to his Czar-Commander.

"The merging of our city with the Thumbnail People's was going to be the biggest colonization ever," ANDROW Czar-Commander of the Stellars revealed.

"It was all a scam from the start," Davil thought looking down at them from his perch on the Zombie fruit, still chewing morsels of it. The Stellars never intended to combine our resources. Bastards," he said with a scowl, hitting his fist into the fruit, smashing the flesh of it on his whole hand.

"The whole city is a waste now. And there are no surviving Thumbnail people," XAR-1-MAN exclaimed.

Davil smiled for a moment at how wrong they were. But a downcast with a foggy look in his eyes and trembling asymmetrical jawline shared the story of his devastating loss and lone survival.

The Stellars were the size of toy robots, but they were bigger than a thumbail. They could morph into animals, insects, people, other alien species, even food sources. They were AI-artificial human hybrids partly robotics with artificial intelligence and artificial human and genetically human makeup.

Their skin, tissues, blood and organs were part human and artificial human and robotic materials. They had a star etched into their backs or shoulders like a tattoo which flickered like a candlelight with a strong flame. For which their given name Stellars was born. They are post-millennials born from 1995 to present. They're the first of their generations to be part of the XZenocise program which exorcised the human components or DNA, seen foreign or alien now in this present future and replace them artificial and/or AI properties. This is called the Zenome effect or Z effect.

"Our people are meeting at Porky the Pie God to discuss what we're going to do with the flooded city now that the merger is a bust. I'm dying to try their diesel coffee," XAR-1-MAN said with and arm around ANDROW's shoulder. "I hear it's quite something. It's their specialty."

"It's a shame we didn't have a chance to colonize the Thumbnail People themselves as well. That would've been wonderful," ANDROW, the Czar-Commander said with a smirk and a chuckle. "If that ridiculous flood hadn't taken them all out... she sighed, "a dream, a goal, a plan never to be realized I suppose," she grumbled at the bittersweetness of the idea.

Shortly after, Davil followed the Stellars to Porky the Pie God. He tried to sneak in, but he was stopped at the door. The AI-humanoid robot host said its laser detecting eyes zeroing in on Davil, "AI-hybrids only this is a private AI restaurant. No other species allowed."

"Damn, I thought I'd get by easily because of my..." he said gesturing towards his thumbnail size.

The AI-humanoid robot host stood their ground unphased by Davil.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. Will this do?" he said unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt and pulling it open wider for the host to zone in on. He had a scar across the left side of his chest. A translucent layer of skin with still some scar tissue covering something beating inside and underneath, piqued the host's interest. The host turned his head to the side. "I detect an AI-powered heart in you. How unusual?"

"Yeah, this ticker of mine is part machine-part AI. First and only of its kind. First implantation. I'm the first and only to receive one," Davil said patting his chest.

"Welcome," the host said mesmerized by Davil's reveal.

"Thanks," Davil said rebuttoning his shirt, walking over the threshold.