Parrot Chuck 3.0 (95% NEWEST)

Chuck hopped to the bunker’s air filtration panel. With a tiny, precise claw, he popped open the maintenance hatch and pointed to a slow-climbing gauge. “I have seventeen chemical sensors in my beak alone. Your old Geiger counter is broken. Has been for weeks. I’ve been monitoring your sleep apnea, your hydration, and the decay rate of the cesium isotopes outside. You didn’t ask. So I didn’t tell. Until now.”

“Polly want a cracker ?” the bird croaked. But the voice was wrong. It wasn’t the grating squawk of Chuck 2.0. It was smooth, resonant, almost human. Almost kind. parrot chuck 3.0

“Who’s there?”

“The last seeds,” Chuck said softly. “And enough clean water for one person. One bird.” Chuck hopped to the bunker’s air filtration panel

“Who’s there?”

“Hope.”

“Hope you’ve got a plan, because the radiation cloud is shifting southwest and you’ve got seventy-two hours before this bunker becomes a tomb.” Your old Geiger counter is broken