2287NA¯ºÉA¢Ä¢œÌêÍA In the year 2287, my mother, serving in the militia, ¢ÂÉÈêÎÞÌvÆA§q̳ÖAêéÌŸë€Æv¢ðEιĢœ wondered when she'd get to go home to husband and the son.
¯¶NÉÞͲðŠœBÞÌ¢Eð󵜎qeðgÁįºœ¿ÍInstituteðIàɱ¢œ She got her wish the militia ended the Institute by detonating atomic bombs which was destroyed her world.
œ¿Ì¢EÍInstituteÉæÁÄIàðÒŸ¯ŸÁœBŸªÞÍïÕðø«N±µœÌŸ Our World awaited Armageddon by the Institute; instead, she made miraculous.