In the Year 2889

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- Sure.

Come on!... How'd I knock you down?

- Come on up the house.

- No!

He can't stay!

Oh, let the worthless old coot stay. We're all gonna die anyway.

It looks like we're stuck with each other, so let's understand the rules.

Now, I'm the ranking officer, I mean, person. I'm in command.

If we're votin', I vote for me.

- Oh, don't be funny. This is serious!

- Shut up, Jada.

My second-in-command will be Steve.

This counter is registering 47 Renchens

of radioactivity now.

50 is considered dangerous. 500, fatal.

But that depends on the individual. Different people have different absorption rates and capacities.

We may live, and we may not.

There's a lot we don't know about it.

Some of us may be dying now.

- Well, how long before we can leave this museum?

- Yeah.

I've got some things working for me in L.A., big things. So how long before we can get out of here?

There is no Los Angeles.

No Los Angeles? You're kidding.

I don't believe you.

There are no radio signals, long or shortwave, from any city in the world.

She's right.

The six of us in this house may be the beginning of a new era.

A new civilization.

Seven. My brother's still alive.

But not for long, I'm afraid.

But be that as it may, I've spent ten years getting ready for this day.

I'll brief you as to why we're still alive.

This is my house, with its own generators and food supply.

These cliffs, surrounding the house on three sides,

are full of lead-bearing ore that acts as a barrier against radioactivity.

The lake here on the fourth side is heated from an underground heat source,

probably an old volcano

or maybe a crack in the Earth's crust.

Anyway, the warm air from the lake's waters creates an updraft.

And it's strong enough, I might add,

to carry radioactive contamination out of the valley.

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