The EXTANT group travels into a timeline where a genie has granted everyone's wishes and inadvertedly destroyed the world. This is Sandic's post-operation report. 

Sarge had us moving down the road like it was Black Hawk Down, all covering angles and checking approaches. And this town, it stank. Like, really stank. I smelled it before, plenty of times. Dead bodies, I mean, I won’t say you get used to it, but it don’t surprise you no more. This time it was… riper. Kinda fruitier. Dumb, I guess, but that’s the first sign we had of it, the smell. So Quintero hears something and Sarge tells us to stop. We’re at an intersection with all these sandbags across the road and a kind of wall beyond that with a walkway on the top. Looks like the air force was using the town as a fallback in case some shit went down at Vandenberg. Anyway, Quint hears whatever it is again and then I see something moving. Someone’s lurching along the street at our 9 o’clock and I say, hey, it’s a live one. The guy’s all… shambling. Like one of his legs is busted. And there are a bunch more, too. Fifty plus, two hundred yards from us. And, look, I’m gonna say it. Frickin’ zombies, man. Like, ‘rotting bodies walking around’ zombies. And I say, ‘oh shit, zombies,’ and the Sarge is all like ‘can it Sandic you dumbass’ and then he sees them, too, and, I mean, that’s what they were. Right? Zombies. Then they run right at us. The stink coming off them hits us and I damn near toss my cookies in the road. I say ‘shoot them in the head’ because everyone knows that, right? I start shooting, we all do. Bam, bam, bam, like targets lined up. I pop a bunch of them, but the head thing? Yeah, that doesn’t work. They were still coming.

A field recording of the EXTANT team exploring a timeline where all humans have died of natural causes in their beds.

POULTER

Looks like a server room. A big one. That’s why this place is so cold, it must work better at lower temperatures.

SANDIC

You think this is bulletproof?

[TAPS ON GLASS]

BRANDT

Sandic, don’t touch anything!

SANDIC

I wasn’t gonna. Just thought if we could get through it, you know, Poulter could hook something up.

COMPUTER

State your purpose.

SANDIC

Who, who’s that?

COMPUTER

I am a General Artificial Intelligence, referred to as Urania, created according to the recommendation of the United Nations Resolution on the Universal Availability of Transformative Technology.

SANDIC

Are you, like, Skynet?

BRANDT

Jesus, Sandic, shut the hell up!

COMPUTER

My purpose is exclusively non-military.

SANDIC

See? It knew what I meant.