“John Manley has hit the ball out of the park again in his latest novel, All the Humans Are Sleeping… Curl up and prepare to be both shocked and delighted at the same time.” —Seán ÓLaoire, PhD, author of Spirits in Spacesuits and Setting God Free

“Once again, John C.A. Manley has created a masterpiece. The narrative transcends his story's plot, infusing insights and observations about some of the most fundamental issues that have faced mankind throughout history.” —Bob Metz, Just Right Media

“I had serious goosebumps... All the Humans Are Sleeping masterfully blends sci-fi thrills with thought-provoking insights into our future… I couldn't put it down.” —L.L. Tremblay, author of Seven Roses and Light Over Dark

“All the Humans Are Sleeping paints a skillful picture of a possible transhuman future, it offers hope that humanity will triumph over the technocracy.” —Grahame Booker, PhD, author of Coercion, Authority and Democracy

World War III lasted only six days

Within the first few hours, my farm in Manitoba burned to the ground. The blast that destroyed our home came from the same mushroom cloud that killed my wife. I wish it had nuked me, too, but those heartless robots saved me.

They also rescued my daughter, so I can’t damn them. She was the only thing keeping me alive… until the Metaverse took her away.

Yes, I’ve tried to kill myself. I may do it again. But that purple Domesticbot with its pompous British accent keeps on interfering.

The robots won’t let us go to heaven and the humans have made Earth a living hell. As an alternative, the United Nations has offered our minds a virtual purgatory in the metaverse, while our bodies are preserved in synthetic amniotic fluid like overgrown babies. One billion survivors “live” in those pods — hard-wired to the internet — forced to dream a digital fantasy where flowers never wilt and wither.

Well, I refuse their faux flowers. So what if they burnt up all the real ones?

Still, how can I accept this post-apocalyptic world? Can I endure being cloistered on this desolate mountaintop on the northernmost tip of Norway with an unhinged robot that wears a suit and tie and aspires to be a poet?

My name is Peter Stevens, the last of the Luddites. But I don’t know if I can remain awake when… all the humans are sleeping.

“All the Humans Are Sleeping is beyond anything I have ever read or imagined. Sheer brilliance! The amount of research needed is mind-numbing.” —Gary Magder, DDS, founder of Goldtent TA Paradise

“Sometimes fiction is the best way to get the truth across. Shakespeare and Charles Dickens knew that and so does John C. A. Manley.” —Patrick Corbett, retired Hollywood director and former producer for W-5, Beachcombers and Dateline