At an international school in Jakarta, a philosophy teacher challenges his class of twenty graduating seniors to choose which ten of them would take shelter underground and reboot the human race in the event of a nuclear apocalypse.

Toby: Junk the ancient rules of thought / by which our predecessors fought / Their clashing minds did throw a spark / that scorched the world and wreaked the dark / Let no science fix our path / if only numbers make its math / Our brains will run, we'll surely see, / on some sweeter philosophy / Until beneath a quiet sky / atop the rubble we will stand / and finally demystify / the message in fate's reprimand / Even an atomic blast / can't rub the future from the past / If with incinerated grace / we still become the human race.
Chips: In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
Petra: In my apocalypse, everybody's worth as much as everybody else. We live briefly, but we don't mind. And when it's time to die, we don't resist death. We summon it.
Mr. Zimit: Do you know what apocalypse actually means?
Petra: Tell me.
Mr. Zimit: It's from the Greek apocálypsis, meaning to uncover what you couldn't see before... a way out of the dark.
Petra: Your sweet talk still needs work.
Utami: Lenten ys come with love to toune / with blosmen ant with briddes roune / that al this blisse bryngeth;/ Dayes-eyes in this dales / notes suete of nyhtegales / uch foul song singeth./ The threstelcoc him threteth oo / away is huere wynter wo / when woderove springeth;/ This foules singeth ferly fele / ant wlyteth on huere wynne wele / that al the wode ryngeth.
Chips: I don't have a problem with an atomic holocaust.
Mr. Zimit: That's the spirit.