Frank Johnson survived the robotic uprising war by hiding in a shelter that he proudly built for himself.

He wandered the Las Vegas Vegas Strip’s piles of rubble and melted steel—where he found, Sally, a fellow survivor.

Later on …

“Sally, my love, we need to repopulate the Earth.”

“That’s not possible, Frank!”

“You mean because of the radiation? We should still try …”

“No, honey. I’m an Advanced Authentic Model-H Strip-Bot.”

“What? You’re joking, right? I’ve seen you eat, breathe, and …”

“Authenticity, honey. I eat for energy, breathe to cool off, and the rest, for your entertainment!”