It’s the end. A lone human—survivor of an unknown calamity—and his robot assistant press on, making sure the processing facility keeps… processing. A tram runs, conveyor belts turn, and a toxic river flows. The landscape encroaches, held back by little more than an electric fence. The remains of a crashed vessel jut from the ground. Creatures have claimed it as a shelter and installed a machine that transforms noxious waste into water. A small fee buys one pot.
It’s a chilling