The war between the east and west which is now in it's three hundred and twenty-sixth...

Talking Rings: The war between the east and west which is now in it's three hundred and twenty-sixth year, has at last come to an end. There is nothing left to fight with, and few of us left to fight. The atmosphere has become so polluted with deadly germs, that it can no longer be breathed. There is no place on this planet that is immune. The last surviving factory for the manufacturing of oxygen has been destroyed. Stockpiles are rapidly diminishing. And when they are gone, we must die.

Now in its 326th year, the war between the East and West... has at last come to an end. There's nothing to fight with and few left to fight. The atmosphere has become so polluted with germs... that it can no longer be breathed. There is no place left that is immune. The last factory for the manufacture of oxygen has been destroyed. Stockpiles are rapidly diminishing... and when they are gone, we must die. My name is of no consequence. You should know that I am the last who remembers how each of us... man and woman, made his own decision. Some chose to take refuge in the great caverns... and find a new way of life below the Earth's surface. The rest of us decided to take our chances in the sunlight... small as those chances might be. From the rings I learned how the human race divided... and how the world of the Eloi and the Morlocks began. By some awful quirk of fate... the Morlocks became the masters and the Eloi their servants. The Morlocks maintained them and bred them like... Like cattle...