[[ Alright my reply doesn't seem to be coming through to you on my profile so I'll try here ]] How long had he been asleep? Or more importantly, how many years had it been? He didn't know the answer but everywhere he looked, he saw a landscape scarred by nuclear war. So it was painfully obvious that any friends or family the male cyborg had had, are now long since deceased. His travels across this changed world had led him to the Mojave Wasteland, a place where it was rumoured Las Vegas still stood tall and proud. But now, traveling along the 188 either to Vegas itself or to an unknown destination the male was traveling to, he found himself being greeted by some woman he hadn't met before. "Hm...?"