They marked Resilient with codes, branded hot and blistering into the skin of their left arm. The codes were identification—one letter and two digits in total, the letter indicating their province and the numbers being their personal identity.

Every continent had twenty-six provinces, each aptly named after a letter in the phonetic alphabet—alpha, bravo, charlie… you get the idea.

At the heart of each continent lay a Core, the continent’s beating heart and the epitome of research and technology. Cores were home to hundreds of underground labs, each teeming with thousands of scientists, all working towards one goal: creating the Resilient.

Resilient were raised, tested, and altered until they became capable of withstanding the above. Even one hundred years after the Earth’s atmosphere shattered, the above was ground zero. Flora and fauna adapted almost instantly to the drastic new climate, but humans? Humans are stubborn. We don’t like change—we fear it, even.

You don’t just become Resilient. You’re selected from the moment you are born, poked and prodded and injected and rearranged every day of your life until your sixteenth, when you are released into the wild—let out into the above to survive. Or not. Through chips and drones and cameras, the scientists back home monitor your progress. Your successe. Your downfalls. They make notes, and they ensure the next batch of Resilient are better. More… well, resilient.

You are Resilient. You are T-05.