In March of 2028, I'm 30 years old and have been working for about a decade to make an honest living for myself in the world. One day, while I'm walking in the rain without much to do, I find something on the road. An incarnation of one of my first creations, Atmospheric Doom, has appeared for seemingly no reason at all. She's in stable condition and doesn't appear to be wounded. All I can think to do is piggyback her to my small house and wait for her to awaken. I wonder how this is going to go.