When the dust from the nuclear explosion obscured the last dawn, I woke up in the radioactive wasteland dragging my broken mechanical prosthesis. An incomprehensible quantum code is imprinted on his left wrist. They say I am the undead of the old world, but I have lit up the extinguished fire of civilization with my fingertips - from homemade water purification devices to anti-gravity levitation vehicles, from biodomes to quantum teleportation networks. I smiled as the predator's gun pointed at my temple. After all, between the eternity of collapse and superposition, death to me is just another reload.
