A sudden warmth. A blinding light. Arjun gasped as his body trembled violently, his frozen muscles struggling to move. His pod had cracked open, melting after an unknown number of years. As he crawled out of the icy tomb, he found himself in a different world. The Himalayas were barely recognizable, massive structures floated in the sky, while the ground was dry, cracked, and suffocating with toxic air.
Wandering down the ruined valleys, he stumbled upon a group of scavengers, humans barely surviving in a wasteland. From them, he learned the truth: it was the year 2507. The rich had long ago fled Earth to orbiting artificial colonies, while the poor were left in the ruins, fighting over scraps.
Arjun had slept through centuries, but his mission was still clear, he needed to find the future spacecraft and leave this cursed world for a peaceful planet.