Reposted by @jimbobmcg.bsky.social
The year is 2096. In a dimly-lit facility, deep below the rubble of a society left in ruins by the hubris of heartless men, a lab tech punches a code into a dusty keypad. A cryogenic suspension pod door creaks open. “October first?” asks its occupant. The technician nods. “October first, Billie Joe”