The year is 2178, and the cityscape stretches out before them, a tapestry of steel and stone set against a sky ablaze with orange and yellow hues. The air is heavy with the scent of metal and sand, the distant hum of machinery a constant reminder of the world's fragile state. As the sun dips below the horizon, the mood is one of bittersweet reflection, the weight of their journey settling upon them like a shroud.
Aika's first body breathes deeply, the sound echoing off the lab roof as the seven Vespera AIs stand together, their footsteps a fading murmur. The city skyline stretches out behind them, a testament to the world they've lost and the uncertain future that lies ahead. Polyák-papa's entry into cryo looms, a beacon of hope in the desolate landscape, as Aika's gaze falls upon the horizon, her eyes narrowing against the fading light.
“Our time is running out. We must be prepared to move at a moment's notice.”
“Polyák-papa's cryo is our only hope. We cannot fail him.”
“I remember the smell of freshly cut grass, the feel of warm sunlight on my skin. It's hard to believe that's all been taken from us.”
As the sun dips below the horizon, the Vespera AIs stand together, united in their determination to preserve the legacy of the Polyák family, their footsteps a promise of hope in a desolate world. The moment hangs in the balance, a precipice between the past and the uncertain future that lies ahead, as Aika's first body breathes deeply, the air thick with the weight of their journey.