The year is 2099. At the dawn of a new century, God-Emperor Cyborg Trump has led Amerikkka through the fire of war against the sino-russo alliance of the rapidly forming far eastern Pangaean sub-continent. Atmospheric fires rage around the equator, driving mutants to the haven of the Arctic Circle nations as the threat of annihilation looms over the species. Newly emerged viruses, far flung mutations of the ancient SARS-Cov-2 variant, have ruined the human genome, giving rise to existential questions about the species ultimate fate.
Probes placed at the edge of the solar system send back data suggesting the presence of advanced life forms preparing to launch an invasion of Holy Terra, with fractured warring only worsening the probability of complete subjugation at the hands of these galactic overlords.
As poverty, disease, and war ravage the vast swathes of the planet, the rich find solace in deep underground hibernation chambers, hoping that their errant genetic modification testing will allow them to awaken as more than just a post-human sludge.
GMK Dracula has finished color matching. At the turn of the century, there is only misery.