As John opened his eyes for the first time to the surface, he saw something beautiful. The ground around him was green and there were trees all around him. For a moment, he stood there on the platform. John was finally able to breathe the air of the surface. As far as he knew, he was the first human to breathe the air of the surface since the war. As he stood there, a drop of liquid fell to the ground below him. He brought his finger over his eyes and found that they were wet.
As he began to walk away from the platform that had raised him to the surface, he remembered all that were with him throughout his journey. All of them had wanted to see the surface, yet none of them made it as far as he did. John wondered if all the lives that were taken throughout this journey was worth it. John took out his radiation kit and began to scan the area. There was radiation, but not enough to cause any harm.
He took out his radio and switched to the first channel. John waited, and waited. Finally there was a response from the other end. He told them about the situation above the ground. John could hear cheering from the other end. The man on the radio told him that they would send an expedition team to meet him on the surface. There was no response. A few days later, the expedition team arrived to the surface. There, near the lift was a body resting against a crate. The team approached the body to find it holding a radio, and a smiling man.
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