Renderings by Keri Lopez

John Jr flicked the switch on the mini HoloSphere. An image of his parents rezzed into view, the holograph flickering into more and more iterations of them. His parents at the center of the Hologram began speaking:

Everything got bad. Real bad, John. No one knew who to trust anymore. Too many overseas POW had been held captive, thinking they were abandoned. The images of them and their descendants were used, to infiltrate America. And our images were manipulated, too. AI stepped in, eventually. It didn't know what to trust. And neither did we.

The images blinked and flickered in front of John Jr. A power surge shot through the cabin; Darkness, and then John Jr heard a small hum from under the floor.

Containment by Keres

It's a system, of total energy conversion. No one can get past the math. As long as no one leaves The Containment, nothing else can ever get in.

The Hologram of his mother, Sally, turned to the Hologram of his father, Johnny, his image flickering between the young strapping man Sally married, and the collapsed, carved-by-war version of Johnny in his hospital bed.

It won't do you any good to leave. Learn from our time. Watch the reels we sent you. We've disguised them as fiction so no one around you will be the wiser while we catch up together.

Sally’s hologram looked back at John Jr. one last time before her image faded.

After by Keri Lopez

What most people don’t get, don’t remember, is that the Cold War wasn’t about giving the cold shoulder, it was about the Cold that covered the Earth, post nuclear war. Everyone’s been in bunkers so long, for so many generations, most have forgotten. Nuclear winter was unsurvivable. Many countries built tunnels; they knew what was going to happen once the technology was out there, once it was taught, shared - there was no way out and up, so we went down.

It’s been said the tunnels in China made mines, and the scientists there grew great diamonds and copper and gold, from the pressure of Earth and the iron from the Great Pacific Rim. But one day the humming of their machines stopped, and no one knows what lives there anymore.

Under the USA, we grew bunkers slowly, silently, for years, moving people and supplies and earth and sod. Moving cars and machinery. Technology appears to have stayed the same, only the aesthetics have changed with the decades since.

Europe had the brunt of the blast, with Africa and Russia setting it for a staging ground, and a barrier wall between them and Asia.

India tunneled south, but the waves tilted, and the ice grew thick.

That’s all we know about the Machine’s Projections, of who survived when and where. What’s most important to realize, John, is that you’re The Last American. The last citizen born from the old world without genetic modification and enhancement. Remembering Freedom, will be up to you.

The Toy Chest and Other Lost Objects by Keri Lopez

John Jr opened the box in the corner. It was metallic, worn, dusted over. But the contents were clean, pristine - like new. I wonder how that happened, he thought. He examined the edges of the box. A pristine seal. It must have kept everything inside safe.

He took out the objects one by one. A rag doll. A mirror. Board games. Bingo. A stack of cards with characters on them. Assorted sports equipment. A handheld game.

I wonder why they left these.

Johnny Jr. by Keres

Johnny Jr. stood watching at the Rendition of his parents. Dust they are now, he sat, thinking to himself at the graveyard.