"Last Touch. An event which destroyed humanity. A will of a God? A punishment for evil deeds? It could be both, although the real answer those who left won't find in this world." - From the Book Of Destruction, writter unknown.

Soma was standing on a cliff looking in a distance seeing an endless wasteland before him. Endless desert now covering the whole world where once powerful cities reigned. Last Touched erased it all along side the memory of sinners. Soma was one of the humans who did not departure for Future and now he cries along other android type humans for redemption, for forgivness of his past deeds. Sinners is their name now that perfectly describes this world as a rotten world where only those who sinned can live. 

Soma was standing leaned on his hover bike, he slowly removed his googles from his head and see clear in a distance. Endless nothingness now ruled, wasteland, deserts and androids is all he know in this ruin of a past world. How can one to find a forgivness in such a place. The thoughts constantly echoed in his mind. He just stared in blank space, trying not to think, but he couldn't block the thoughts. "It's dawn again. Sun's rays are more brighter today." He whispered looking at the sunrise. "It's time to move." He whispered again returning his googles on his face and starting the engine of his bike and drove down the cliff as the wind calmly blew in his face.