YOU ARE NOW THE BLACK SWAN, and fate has fallen precisely into where you had not dared dream it could land.

Those poor, poor looters from the days after the apocalypse! Those lamentable fools!

A thousand years ago, hundreds of residents of a Helsinki in civil upheaval found this place and tore it to pieces, but none of them could recognize the dragon's hoard that lied within these pods. Just a bunch of glowing dust, best left alone as the panels were filled with obtuse jargon.

And indeed, what miracle it was that they had not tampered with it! What would they have done with this power, in their crumbling world, subject to a torn ozone, nuclear winter, and the controlled demolition of Yellowstone; what of value could they have achieved with it?

If your bones were not shattered earlier today, you would be dancing.

It is by sheer determination and grit that you are standing.

For the gods have availed you nothing else.

You have been rotting your entire life.