The year is 2033.
Survival at any price. .
Feelings have given way to instinct - the most important of which is survival.
It is a world without a tomorrow, with no room for dreams, plans, hopes.
Stations have become mini-statelets, their people uniting around ideas, religions, water-filters - or the simple need to repulse an enemy incursion.
It is humanity\'s last refuge.
They live in the Moscow Metro - the biggest air-raid shelter ever built.
Man\'s time is over. A few score thousand survivors live on, not knowing whether they are the only ones left on earth.
Mutated by radiation, they are better adapted to the new world.
Man has handed over stewardship of the earth to new life-forms.
The ether is void and the airwaves echo to a soulless howling where previously the frequencies were full of news from Tokyo, New York, Buenos Aires.
Rusted railways lead into emptiness.
But the last remains of civilisation have already become a distant memory, the stuff of myth and legend. More than 20 years have passed since the last plane took off from the earth.
Survivors still remember the past greatness of humankind.
Beyond their boundaries, they say, lie endless burned-out deserts and the remains of splintered forests.
The half-destroyed cities have become uninhabitable through radiation.
Humanity is nearly extinct.
The world has been reduced to rubble.
The year is 2033
