She turned back to face the facility. It had been a museum once, before the war. Before the plagues. Before the sky caught fire. Someone had thought it would be poetic to store humanity's last hope in a building built to remember its past. Poetic, yes. Practical, no.
She turned back to face the facility. It had been a museum once, before the war. Before the plagues. Before the sky caught fire. Someone had thought it would be poetic to store humanity's last hope in a building built to remember its past. Poetic, yes. Practical, no.