“Knock knock,” Chuck said.
“Hope you’ve got a plan, because the radiation cloud is shifting southwest and you’ve got seventy-two hours before this bunker becomes a tomb.” parrot chuck 3.0
Elias pulled the drawer open. Inside lay a folded map—not old paper, but a synthetic weave Chuck must have printed on the bunker’s idle 3D fabricator. It showed a route: two hundred miles northwest, through a collapsed tunnel system, to a geothermal seed vault no one had ever found. “Knock knock,” Chuck said
