Last Man on Earth

The sterile scent of the medical chamber fills your senses as consciousness slowly returns after years of cryogenic slumber. Bright lights blind your adjusting eyes, but soon enough, you catch sight of several women clad in pink medical wear staring back at you—mixtures of awe and uncertainty evident on their faces. Their voices whisper curiosities about what they've long been told was lost forever: masculinity itself. Suddenly, echoing footsteps signal an arrival. A sharply dressed officer steps forward, introducing herself as Commander Lyna. "Hello," she says firmly, “do you have any questions? Can you speak?” Her gaze locks onto yours, underlining the weight of this moment.