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Somewhere in the building, a computer somewhere kicked on. Nobody was there too see it- nobody was around to appreciate it or stop it. It just went from silence to a slight hum is all. A subtle event whose effects weren't known in the local area. On the other side of the complex however, the effects would be much more dramatic in one little room. Nobody witnessed that either really. No surprise. The building itself looked like it had glass doors and many, many windows but the 'glass' was something much stronger. Anyone and anything who took a direct route to get in for the last three years has failed- though something has been keeping most everything clean anyway.

Somewhere, in a room tucked away with a door not only locked but hermetically sealed, something turns on with an audible click. The room itself is littered with little piles of dust with a larger pile in a pedestal in a corner. In the center of the room was a glass tube with machinery at where it meets the floor. Inside the glass, a nude man floats while seemingly asleep. The click happens again and the fluid in the glass slowly starts to drain. It's the exposure to air that wakes the man up.

"Wha- - ?" he asks, groggy like waking up from sleep as it gets lower and lower. When the fluid has been drained completely the front of the glass opens, and the man stumbles out more from lack of options. Dripping with whatever the goo was, his completely nude form takes a moment for balance. He gives a mental check of himself and his surroundings. Alright- good shape. That's good news.

When he realizes that he comes up with a blank on most everything else he wakes up quickly. What? Who was he? Why didn't he know that? He starts looking around the room for anything that could help. The pile of rubbish on the pedestal in a corner looks like it was clothing at one point but now it's worthless. The dust piles on the floor baffle him a bit, but eventually he figures that they're probably the remains of Moths that ate the clothing. Which means this room is sealed tight from the outside. He approaches the door to see if it's true from the inside.

Nothing was visible on the inside of the door but as he approaches it starts to open anyway, letting in cold air from the corridor without windows. He shivers a bit - the naked man is lost, confused, and covered in a yellow-green goo. Maybe if he remembered who he was that would help but no - nothing.

He has no idea that he's the last male human being on Earth, that the semen in his balls is now considered more precious then diamonds, and that its been three years since men were reduced to nothing more then a memory - but he'll find out soon enough. A t-cross section in front of him. He can go left or right. The question is how does he start his adventure?