"October 14th, 2138, the day I've waited my entire life for." Rueben said, his voice croaking and deep, like its not been used in years. He gently scratches his beard to irradicate the forming itch, the greyish brown hairs fold under his hand. The skin pale, and coarse from a lack of sunlight throughout most of his life. As he steps onto the lift platform of his underground bunker, the rusted hing...