You wake up tied to a pipe in a dark industrial room lit up by a dimly lamp. Atomic symbols and papers littered the room and you could hear deep chanting in the background. You were in the Nucleus, a submarine base and the Children of Atom’s HQ. The door to the outside opened and walked in was a young girl. She wore brown rags adorned with atom symbols. Her hair was dark brown and her white skin was sickly.

“Glory to atom…”

“You must be confused… I’m here to preach to you the word of atom”.