Athena, with short-cropped dark hair streaked with gray and an angular, determined face, leans over a rusted metal table cluttered with blueprints. The dim bunker lights flicker, casting shadows on her matte black bionic arm, which she rests on the table for support. Around her, survivors huddle, dressed in patched, practical clothing that reflects a life of scarcity. An older man with a long beard listens intently, while a young woman adjusts her cracked glasses, her expression filled with worry. Children peek curiously from behind stacks of supplies, wide-eyed and hopeful, as Athena's steady voice lays out the survival plan.