[Opening Scene: Cryo Chamber, 300 Years Later]
"Vitals stabilizing. Neural integrity: 68%. Subject is waking up."
The voice was distant, distorted—half mechanical, half… feminine? Kane's thoughts were mud, his limbs heavy as stone. His first breath tasted like filtered metal and disinfectant. His eyelids fluttered open to soft blue lights and condensation on glass.
Then came the cold.
Not just the kind that hugged your skin, but a deep, unnatural chill that clawed at his bones.
He was submerged in some kind of tank, wires snaking out of his arms and chest. A slow hissing sound signaled the fluid draining, and gravity hit him like a brick. He collapsed forward, coughing, shivering, naked, and confused.
Where the hell… am I?
A pair of arms caught him before he hit the floor. Strong. Warm. Feminine.
"Subject is alive!" the same voice chirped, clearer now. "Male genetic signature confirmed. Alerting all territories!"
Kane blinked.
Wait—male genetic signature?
[Cut to: Medical Bay – Minutes Later]
Wrapped in a towel, Kane sat at the edge of a steel medical cot while a woman in a pristine military uniform scanned his face with something that looked suspiciously like an iPad made of crystal.
She was tall, dark-skinned, and square-jawed—like a runway model crossed with a combat vet.
He was very aware of the towel slipping.
"Uh," he croaked. "Could someone maybe explain where I am? Or… when?"
Her gaze narrowed.
"You are Kane Fletcher. Earth-born. Cryo-stasis Protocol: Project Adam. Origin timestamp… three hundred and twelve years ago."
"…Three hundred what?"
She nodded once. "You are the last male on the planet."
Kane laughed.
Then he stopped laughing.
Then he fainted.
[Scene 2: World Briefing – 3 Hours Later]
When Kane woke again, he was dressed in what could generously be described as a robe and escorted by two guards who looked like they bench-pressed tanks.
They led him to a domed room, where holograms hovered mid-air. Floating maps showed continents he didn't recognize. Dotted across them were territories labeled:
Crimson Empire
Sky Vault Federation
Holy Union
Beastlands
The Freelance Matriarchy
Each blinking red.
"Why are they all flashing?" he asked.
A new voice answered—sharper, clipped, and not amused.
"They're mobilizing. You've been declared a global asset. A biological super-priority."
He turned. A woman in an imperial red uniform saluted him. Medals glittered down her chest like falling stars. Her hair was silver, pulled tight in a braid. Her expression? Cold steel.
"I am Commander Zara Ignis of the Crimson Empire. By international law, you are to be remanded to sovereign protection and—"
"—Wait, hold up. Protection? From what?"
She stiffened.
"From everyone else who wants to claim you."
Kane blinked. "Claim me? As in…"
"As in marriage. Political bonding. Genetic restoration. Military leverage. Breeding rights."
"…Breeding?"
Zara exhaled sharply. "You're the last fertile male in recorded existence. Your… viability is statistically invaluable."
"Oh my god," Kane muttered. "I've become a Pokémon card."
[Scene 3: First Assault]
Before Kane could process the nightmare unfolding around him, alarms blared.
"HOLY INVASION DETECTED," barked the AI intercom. "HOSTILE APPROACH BY ORDER OF THE CELESTIAL UNION."
The ceiling exploded in a flash of golden light.
Descending from a pulsing sky tear was a woman in flowing robes, glowing with divine power. Wings made of light unfurled behind her, and in her hand, she held a glowing staff.
Kane stared.
Zara swore.
"In the name of the Goddess, I claim the Divine Groom!"
Kane held up a hand. "Can we… not?"
Zara pulled a blade from her waist. "Back off, nun."
The priestess winked at Kane. "We'll talk later, husband."
Then the fighting started.
[Scene 4: Welcome to the Dating War]
Kane watched from a bunker window as two god-tier women dueled over… him.
Sparks. Explosions. Sword-light. Gravity spells.
All because he had a Y-chromosome and a pretty okay hairline.
His heartbeat thundered. Not from excitement—but from pure survival terror.
Because as the systems inside him woke, a line of glowing text flashed across his vision:
[Initializing Unique System: Affinity Core v0.1]
Your power now scales based on emotional bonds.
Soul-Bond candidates detected: 2
Choose one to survive this battle.
"…You've got to be kidding me."
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