The ride after that was awkward. Gideon had thought Delilah would loosen up a little, maybe even relax around him after everything, but instead she kept her distance.
Her posture was stiff, almost uncomfortable, as if she didn't want to be sitting in the same military truck with him at all.
Gideon cleared his throat, trying to ease the silence. "So… what year did the apocalypse happen?"
He was genuinely curious. This world didn't seem as technologically advanced at first glance, maybe because of the apocalypse that hit hard.
But at the same time, they had achieved things far beyond what his world could do. Artificial humans. Fully functional organ printing.
Back where he came from, 3D bioprinting existed too, but only on a smaller scale. Simple tissues, skin, experimental structures, but nothing close to fully functioning organs like hearts, lungs, or brains.
