Recovered A1

There is a nostalgic yet heartaching sense of walking through city remains. I managed to bust through a apartment complex with people still inside. Well, it was not a death of any sort transformation.

In my searching through ways of preparing the dead to be buried respectfully, I had found many papers and door leaflets that answers why they died.

There was a period of time during me being frozen up that the robotic machines had not dealt with the failure of radiation power stations. There have been a global meltdown with lacking the manpower to stabilize such places.

Across America and other countries had gone into total selfish tactics. Shelters that were projects for whole cities were finished before purposely letting reactors go into melt down. The excuse by government is loss of skilled workers, infected hanging around the main reactor buildings and lack of army personnel to deal with the threat.

It was the excuses to allow machines to be created. Non-flesh alternative to maintain the radiation problem while the purest DNA were tucked away safely. Any with imperfections live in the above ground dome city areas.

Anyone else whom didn't make it or qualify was left to be diesease victims. Mutant victims. Radiation poisoning. The ones left behind were left unfairly for whatever racist reasons it was. Those whom were imperfect for other reasons then just not pure DNA. A whole swade of honest people are just laying in their death beds.

Maybe it was money or age restrictions... but there isn't actually anything papers wise for me to find why.

They had scuessfully repeated historic records of what not to do with a whole country. How disgusting that it was able to happen.

At the very least, these people their names on gravemarkers. Buried with what best I can find for them. Prayer read for them. At the places that would be as they requested or the next best for the other types of religious meaning.

May the dead lay at peace and don't come back to hunt me. That they are happy now and at peace with whatever heaven they choose. To forgive me for snooping in their homes and taking a few needed supplies.