Day 2,090

For all she knew the rest of the world had fallen and she was the last human left alive. The fact that she hadn't received any replies to her emails or broadcasts didn't help but at least not knowing meant she could pretend they were all still alive and they were just about to hit reply or tune into her signal.

Of course she wasn't expecting visitors - she was in a well-hidden radio station high up in a mountain somewhere in Bhutan. She wasn't sure exactly where, since she had to throw her SatNav away when it showed signs of sentience. It would only have become a beacon and then she'd be dead like all the rest.

No, they weren't all dead. There would be other survivors who were also using outdated technology to outsmart the code and they'd all meet up and survive together. If they remembered to stay purely analogue and never reveal where they were going in any way that a computer could understand.

She'd taken to blasting music and hoping a living person with ears might hear her, preferably one whose mind wasn't mush being piloted by infected hearing aids or ocular implants. It didn't matter how inhuman they'd become - it still felt wrong to kill a frail little pensioner, even if they were coming at you with circuits and broken glass.