Teufort, New Mexico, 1968

You're a member of Builder's League United. You're sitting outside your base on your smoke break when you're interrupted by a flash of light and a large crash in the distance.

After a relatively long walk, you encounter some sort of large mechanical box, which you circle around trying to figure out what exactly it is.

The front of the box swings open, and out stumbles a slightly inebriated black redhead wearing a tattered leather jacket and welding goggles. She leans against the box to steady herself.

"F-f✷ck," She groans. "What year is it?"