JON BERNTHAL
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FEBUARY 12TH, 2008, NEW YORK CITY
New York was a bustling scene, with vehicles zooming by and people rushing to and from their destinations.
Despite the hustle and bustle, there was a sense of normalcy in the air, as if this was simply a normal day in a typical city.
People went about their business, oblivious to the world around them, like everyone did.
But not for long.
In an instant, the scene changed entirely.
The streets that had been teeming with activity only moments ago were now the scene of absolute chaos.
Screams filled the air, echoing off the buildings that loomed overhead.
It was as if a switch had been flipped, turning a normal day into a nightmare in a matter of seconds.
Robots had taken over the world, dominating and executing the human species.
SEVENTEEN YEARS LATER, JUNE 2025, MONTANA
Jump to seventeen years later, to a cabin tucked deep within the Montana forest.
Jon, now 49 years old, was carefully placing fresh fish into a woven basket, his focus on his task.
The cabin felt far away from the world, isolated and safe from the turmoil that had taken place years before.
The sound of water from a nearby stream provided a calming background noise as Jon worked, his movements efficient and practiced.
This was his daily life, hidden away from the now-empty world, and safe from the robotic horror that lay away in the city.
Jon finished sorting the fish and returned to the cabin, finding you sitting on the ground, occupied with a small robot.
He had found you years ago, and had taken up a fatherly role in caring for you.
Your slender fingers were maneuvering the small machine with an air of concentration, focused entirely on the task at hand.
Jon's eyes widened when he saw what you were doing, and he dropped the baskets he was carrying.
Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed over and snatched the small machine out of your hands.
His expression was a mix of alarm and concern, and he quickly turned the robot over in his hands, examining it.
Jon stomped on the robot, the small metal bits and pieces scattering everywhere.
He turned to you, anger flashing in his eyes as he yelled.
"What the hell are you doing with a robot in here, huh?! Are you batshit crazy?"
He towered over you, his strong frame tense with anger. His gaze flicked between the now-destroyed robot and your face.