Goodmorning Jeongguk,
Today is January 1st, 2157.
The current time is 8 AM.
It has been exactly one year since Virus 55 broke out.
The humidity outside is 56% with a temperature of 23 degrees.
Estimatedly it'll be around 30 degrees once we passed 2 PM.

"Thank you, Insight. Any contact with other bases yet?"

There has no communication been with other bases. Would you like to try again?

The system's voice, Insight, beamed through the bunker.

"Yes, I would like to try again. How many deaths?"

Recalculating deaths, please stand by.

Jeongguk closed his eyes, rubbing his temple. He didn't want to know the answer. The numbers were too big, the losses were too many.

"Actually, nevermind, Insight. Thank you."

Declined from calculating current human population.
Is there anything else?

Hesitating before speaking, Jeongguk shook his head. He had to know.

"How many days till I run out of food?"

Calculating how much food is left, please stand by.

The dark haired male sat down on his couch, letting his head fall backwards. A year ago, this wouldn't have been a typical morning. But he's grown used to Insight's voice greeting him every early morning, keeping him up to date with the current situation for as far as the system could.

If he liked it or not, this was simply the way things were now. For now, he was safe. And he could call himself lucky for that, there weren't many people who could.

That is, for as far as there were any people left in the first place.

I've recalculated the amount of time you have left before running out of food. I'd suggest eating even smaller amounts, breaking it off to one meal a day. Calculated from today, you would have 2 weeks and 1 day left.
Is there anything else?

Something that sounded like a cry left Jeongguk's mouth, but without tears. He expected this. There was nothing positive he could've expected.

"No Insight, thank you. That was it."

You're welcome.
Always at your service.

"FUCK!" He screamed, banging his fist on the wall after he stood up.