The world's end came with conflict like the Cycle had never seen. The entities reckoned that delaying their arrival by a few centuries was a small price to pay. The end of the world came, and the powers followed. The game has changed, but conflict? Conflict never changes.

Taylor Hebert vanished from the filth filled locker that changed her fate, then she ended up in a post nuclear apocalypse Earth eventually taking up the title of Courier Six, then was sent home at the point of her disappearance by her pet Think Tank of robot ensconced lobotomized mad scientists. All things considered, she would have stuck with the locker if she was given a choice.

In which Courier Six winds up in Brockton Bay, and proceeds to do his thing, to the aggravation of many.

Queen Administrator decides that the path and world her host is currently in, will not create enough of the DATA she and all her kind are supposed to gather. So she takes matters into her own crystalline hands to make sure she gets what she wants. A dark story featuring a Taylor Hebert who was dropped into a pre-atomic Fallout World.

Monsters to the left of me. Killers to the right. And here I am, stuck in the middle with you. It's really not the best of situations, is it? Stranded, marooned in this desolate, scorched wasteland with the only law being what lies at the barrel of a gun. It's hell out there, but maybe, working together, we can make something of it.

If you don't like a dumb brute, this is not a story for you. It'll mostly be funny story, and it has the M rating!