An island. A rock-surrounded island. The interior of the island is actually hollowed out, and is a giant, secret military base. The highest part of the island is observation deck of sort. There resides island's hero, me. There are many people around, but they are all robots, or should I say, humanoids. They number 7000. Among them is only one other human being. She is my secretary. I don't think she's my wife? Her face is different. A face I have seen somewhere before, but cannot recall.
My secretary, staff and I are gazing out from the observation deck. There is a storm in the surrounds. I, the hero, feel like reading a weekly scoop magazine. However, there are none on the island. I'll go to the mainland and buy one.
I decide to go myself and board a helicopter. The helicopter is carrying a car. Should I go straight to the bookstore by helicopter, the island will be exposed. I will land the helicopter in an inconspicuous area, and go to the bookstore by car. As I am planning this out, something seems to be wrong underground. I follow a passageway underground to someplace quite deep. There appears to be a revolt. This is no place for a helicopter.
I awake here.