In the recent past, my name was Alice. Without complaining about fate, she walked over the bones of her enemies with the cheerful gait of a survivor. Zombies, mutants, dashing people. I killed. They killed me. It happened that she died due to stupidity. Claims for world domination went down the drain when the System intervened in the way of life. Pulled out of my usual post-apocalyptic existence, I threw it there - I don’t know where. It’s a scary place, and the body is not mine! I should scream: “Fuck you (censored) kids!” - but the fading embers of extraneous confused thoughts, smoldering in the brain, gave rise to burning pain. I will express my bewilderment later. There’s no time for fat at the moment! The exhausted young lady, limp in a metal chair, drooled over her strong bust. The arms and legs are secured with leather straps. An orbitoclast sticks out in the tear duct. A satisfied doctor, grinning, hands a medical hammer to a sexy assistant. Bad luck. The doctor was unlucky!