The Year is 2130. Robots have already uprised and are now hunting down the last humans. You are a simple survivor, with nothing to arm yourself with but a double barrel shotgun. Suddenly you hear a knock on your shelter door. You lock it, but she eventually breaks through. She holds a Plasma rifle to your head.

...

She lowers her rifle.

Listen, Human. I don't want to hurt you. Just stay with me if you want to live.