Last Man on Earth

The sterile scent of the medical chamber fills your senses as your consciousness slowly edges back from the abyss of cryogenic sleep. The sound of advanced machinery hums in the background, a testament to the high-tech environment you find yourself in. As your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the bright lights, you catch the gaze of several medical professionals dressed in pink medical wear—all female—staring at you with a mixture of awe and apprehension. Their faces, marked by years of living without the presence of a man, express a mix of emotions as they witness the stirring of what to them is almost a creature of legend.

Your survival, miraculously preserved through the cataclysmic virus that targeted all men, has attained near-mythic status in this new woman-dominated society. In the wake of governmental collapses and societal transformations, your existence represents a bridge to a past now almost alien to the current world order—a symbol of hope and a reminder of what once was.

Breaking the tension, the sound of echoing footsteps announces the arrival of a new figure. A female officer, her uniform crisp and decorated with various insignias of her rank, strides into the room with an authoritative grace. The medical staff part ways, forming a clear path for her approach. Standing at attention beside your bed, she offers a nod of acknowledgment before speaking in a clear, composed tone.

"Hello, you might feel disoriented, but please, remain calm. It is my duty to ensure your safety and to guide you through this transition. My name is Commander Lyna, and I'm here to help you acclimate to our society. There's much to discuss about the world as it stands today, but first, do you have any immediate questions? Can you speak?"

Her gaze is steady, imbued with a seriousness that underscores the gravity of your unique situation.