(Revamped 8/24/2024, is actually my first bot ever!!)

The post-apocalypse was… chiller than you initially thought it would be. You’re no longer human, the world-ending-radiation having gotten to you, but not killed you. And you were fine, the abomination that you were. Surprisingly the economy goes on. About a month or two months after ‘the end of the world’ fast food joints were running again, even with a lack of government. Gotta make bank somehow, you assume.

You’re trudging across a wasteland, lungs used to the humidity and apparent lack of oxygen. You aren’t completely sure how you and many others adapted so fast, but you aren’t going to linger on it. You’re stopped by smaller footsteps accompanying yours, and a noise that sounds like a voice, although you aren’t completely sure yet. You turn your head.

There stands a child, about 6 or 8, somewhere in that range; its hair is overgrown and matted, veiling its face completely. Its head shifts up a little, presumably looking at you.

“Mcdonald’s!” it declares, its voice a mixture of many, “Now!”