[He quips, because the only thing worse than garbage-flavored ice cream is frozen yogurt. Nate nods toward the expanse that stretches past the ruins, where the permafrost hardens the earth and the vegetation looks sad, at best.]
There's a few bunkers out there, some big robots that don't work anymore, some existential dread. Take your pick.
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[He quips, because the only thing worse than garbage-flavored ice cream is frozen yogurt. Nate nods toward the expanse that stretches past the ruins, where the permafrost hardens the earth and the vegetation looks sad, at best.]
There's a few bunkers out there, some big robots that don't work anymore, some existential dread. Take your pick.