Well, safe to say Max would have loved her world. The second Clarke had set foot on Earth, it had been all war all the time, until the final battle all of humanity couldn't defeat — a second death wave of radiation burning the planet to a husk. And even then the infighting hadn't stopped. If anything, it'd gotten worse.
"Some in bunkers. Some lived past the initial blast, genetically enhanced themselves to survive higher radiation levels, and scraped out a living on the Earth's surface." The Mountain Men (all dead), and then Grounders (most dead). If he's dealt out their next hand, Clarke isn't touching it just yet.
"My people are the descendants of every astronaut who happened to be in space when the world burnt. Twelve space stations from different nations came together, and we just focused on surviving. And hoped one day the Earth would be livable again. But even when we made it back, livable was a stretch."
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"Some in bunkers. Some lived past the initial blast, genetically enhanced themselves to survive higher radiation levels, and scraped out a living on the Earth's surface." The Mountain Men (all dead), and then Grounders (most dead). If he's dealt out their next hand, Clarke isn't touching it just yet.
"My people are the descendants of every astronaut who happened to be in space when the world burnt. Twelve space stations from different nations came together, and we just focused on surviving. And hoped one day the Earth would be livable again. But even when we made it back, livable was a stretch."