[ WP ] The year is 2170 . The air is no longer safe to breathe , courtesy of hundreds of genetically engineered CRISPR viruses all capable of altering human DNA within seconds . A cult of clean air worshippers decides to venture out into the open and remove all their masks at once

The journey took the better part of the night; the old machines that locked out the sun were broken and in many places, defaced. They saw no need to curse the Upper World, but then again they were the outsiders of Nova Dec. Some called them fools, some saw them as relics of the far distant past, a time when all living things could stand under the sun and not fear the viruses. Whatever they were, True Humanity was headed to the surface. Whatever the cost. 
 
 They chose the name, and defended it vehemently against the understandable backlash. Who are they, the outcry cried, to lay claim to `` true'' humanity? Did running in green fields and swimming in blue oceans make a `` true'' human? The remnants in Nova Dec knew the world above was nothing but wind-battered wastes and toxic air. They knew nothing but death would meet those cultists, with bright sparks of hope in their eyes. 
 
 The final airlock stood before True Humanity. 
 
 Jema Driscoll, the aged and serene leader of the flock, stood on a platform covered in dust and called out into the musty chamber. `` Brothers! Sisters! Today, we breathe free! Today... we escape the night's bondage. We become..true humanity!'' 
 The roar was deafening, three hundred voices cantankerously filling the room with whoops and yells. `` You have followed me, and trusted me. And today you discover your purpose.'' 
 
 She grabbed the lever, once closed forty years prior and never touched again, and pulled it up sharply. 
 
 The door swung open, to blue skies. 
 

