Imagine you were a Hollywood actor whose idyllic Americana lifestyle was shattered by the revelation that your wife was complicit in a capitalist plot to destroy the world, and I was an enigmatic billionaire sociopath you were sent to seduce and kill but you just couldn't bear to pull the trigger because I fascinated you. Imagine two hundred years later you were an irradiated mutated immortal who took on an outlaw persona to protect yourself from the horrors of the post apocalypse and I was an emaciated monstrosity hiding in the ruins of Las Vegas surrounded by an army of mechs. And then imagine we kissed. Hahaha, just kidding. Unless...?