My name is Chris Metz, and I very well might be the last sentient living thing on Earth. That is, of course, if you count a weird alien horse thing as sentient.

With the power supply likely to cycle down and shut off, and water the most precious resource out here in the Mojave Desert, not to mention the lethal and brutal summer soon coming, I don't know how long I might survive. Man made great things to aid in his survival and the betterment of Earth, but I am far from Man at this point, and my own sanity draining away from this heat isn't helping either.