The year is 2399, the world is a desert now, no water nothing is available here. We were never supposed to come here, yet judgement day was inevitable, how we got here backtracking and investigating is of no use. This dark desolate flatland is governed by a dystopian Cycloids. Even if they got us here through our parents is unclear, that was their only end game.

However, I’ve found a way to enter the dome, shutdown the dystopia and put the Cycloids to rest. That was my only destiny. I’m Khintu turning out to be kaire. Samir and many others like him slept peacefully knowing that someone had done us post apocalyptic survivors some good, we have another day. Till what tomorrow lies. Best of luck.