On December 31st, at 11:58 PM UTC, Earth will have its atmosphere ripped away by a powerful coronal mass ejection. Everything we know will become nothing. Maybe it already has.
After failing in NYC, Alice grabs her mixtapes, returns to her desolate, rural hometown, and finds a job calling people to inform them that their children have died. It strikes her as a little unusual that the office is hundreds of feet underground in a former bunker under a sheep farm, but ennui has drained all of emotional response.
She has the sense that she’s being watched. Something about the cassette with the PLAY ME label isn't quite right.
She could never imagine how essential she is to the preservation of life on Earth.