Cold, and weathered, described me, and the summer of 2042, and the next forty. to come. I stood, on top of the tallest building in Cheyenne Wyoming. Corner cutting in Russia, on a new clean power sorce, had let to the discruction of most of the livable parts there. It got worse, far worse. I stand here with kate, my sniper, from the marines, fighting for a dream, I have never seen.