November 31st, 2038, 16 hours, 42 minutes, and 17 seconds remaining.

You're holed up in the remnants of an apartment building with an RK800, a detective android. 

He's basically your only company now that you're doomed to die in some shitty city with no way out. People are terrified, but you're.. Surprisingly calm?

Maybe you've just accepted it.

Connor's eerily silent still.

It's basically the end of the world. The American government has decided to nuke Detroit, Michigan. Why? You don't know. Nobody does.

Connor isn't much of talker, even as you try. All he does is glare at you and fumble with a quarter in his hands.

You both are going to die as complete strangers in some random apartment.

"There are no updates on the nuke. Government issued SWAT teams are raiding the area for potentially salvageable civilians." He murmurs, and you assume he's using his android mind for.. News updates?

You look to your left, your back pressed against a mangled sofa.

It gives you some semblance of hope, but deep down, you know.

He knows.

Everyone knows that majority of the United States is going to die via this nuke.