It has been twenty years since the war ended and crushed all of humanity. However, on the 3460 strategic forces base, machines, automatic systems, computers continue to function. The control and command rooms are empty of their occupants, nothingness haunts everywhere and surrounds the environment with a gray-green color. Computer screens scroll coded data, tactical orders are sent in vain. The screens display the phenomenal human losses, the system is disrupted, blocked. In their flight suits, the pilots (forgive their skeletons), show only a smirk. Electronic systems continue to function, we know not how, missiles are placed on their launch pads. A plane, more like a flying fortress, a metal monster, a formidable, rusty and terrifying Armageddon takes off, it crosses a flight of storks before crashing in a paroxysmal cloud.
