The year 3066. Robot domination, climate destruction and decrease in human population. You were one of the last. The neon lights of the underground cities switched on with the limited power they had left, a soft, buzzing hum echoed through the trashed streets, a light breeze flowing through the disastrous neighbourhoods. A silhouette of a man sat atop a gorgeous, neon pink sign, all written in unknown symbols. His hair white as snow and an aura as stone and cold as the streets below.