Nikki Moyer

Arlo, 2185

It's the year 2185. I'm 25 years old and, truth be told, I'm not ready to die. Not yet, anyway. My name is Arlo, and if you're reading this, it would seem that we both shared the same fate of being the Immolated. Congratulations! I like to refer to it as the "Chosen One;" makes me feel better in some way. Anyway, I'd like to tell you my story since you're going to be here for a while. Don't worry, it will all make sense in the end.