I always knew I was special. But now I know: I must have been absolutely blessed. That's the only way I can put it.

What happens when you're bitten by a zombie but retain your humanity? This short story delves into what it means to be human.

"I let out an ear-piercing screech and start barreling towards Henry as fast as I can. The man who broke my heart is going down with me. I'm going to ensure that."

"These humans are chosen ones. And you, and many others, are not."

When you know Artificial Intelligence doesn't get its wisdom from the Internet, but another dimension, what will happen to you?