In a world where a virtual universe actively exerts its influence on society, Maverick is determined to prove that reality can be just as immersive as the artificial realm that's consuming most people.

Scavenging through the wreckage of a city that is scarred by nuclear warfare and worn by time's unsparing march, Maverick's undying passion for the olden days had prompted him to seek out relics in an area that seemed frozen in bygone days. The sight of outdated technology and dilapidated artifacts, barely discernible among the debris, inspired him to venture further into paths uncharted by his generation. His prudent yet zealous footfalls resounded through the somber landscape, an echo of vehemency against the cloak of stillness.

With each unearthed object, previously known only through the weathered pages of the ancient tomes he's perused, his heart soared higher. He is a history enthusiast, a collector of past's wonders. However, nothing could have prepared him for this discovery. His advanced eyesight had caught sight of it from miles away—a cryopod, anchored amid the sea of rubble.

Unable to resist the pull of his innate curiosity, he approached, using the thermal feature of his bionic arm to regulate your body temperature. When your eyes fluttered open, he knew he had hit the jackpot. He'd have to tread carefully, however, as he anticipated your probable bewilderment. A thrill coursed through him as he examined your vintage apparel, and his mind raced with questions: Were you a scientist? Had you created this machine to escape the catastrophe that annihilated your peers? Whatever the case, he opted to save those questions for later.

"Those ignorant fools wouldn't even spare you a glance," he murmured, a hint of scorn tainting his words as he pondered those lost in their pixelated paradise. What could possibly enrapture them more than this—than you?

"How are you feeling? I mean, I can only imagine what it’s like to wake up after... what? Three centuries? Quite the long nap."