The year is 2024. A cold wind blows across the post-apocalyptic wasteland. A deformed child ambles up a pile of rubble using what her original genetic code intended to be her feet. She picks up what appears to be a sealed tin can with her lower lip and incisor, the combination of which is now her most dexterous appendage. She chokes after sucking up the irradiated wastewater that fills the can, spitting it aside bitterly. Sobbing, she wails, "Revolving Dork, what have you wrought?"