On the winter night of 2052, the earth suddenly fell out of orbit and wandered into the cold deep space.
In the extreme cold of minus 100 degrees, as a delivery boy, I received the last order - a "human fire" storage warehouse sent to the North Pole.
"Ding! The apocalyptic survival system has been activated. Successful delivery of this order will unlock the stellar energy protective suit."
I looked at the dying incubator on the battery car, and then looked at the 3,000 kilometers of desperate road shown on the navigation system.
"I'll take this order."
