The year is 1959. You are in the city of tomorrow; Punchbowl, a bustling metropolis where experimental science and state-of-the-art technology create a futuristic paradise free of crime, pollution, poverty, and other urban blights. Menial labor is a thing of the past, thanks to all the robots who keep Punchbowl running like clockwork.

Unfortunately, the city is under siege by an outbreak of the undead. What was thought to be a random homeless person turned out to be a zombie straight out of a drive-through creature feature. This rebel without a pulse went shuffling about taking bites out of brains.

In just hours, numerous citizens were zombified and had overtaken the city. The streets are filled with chaos and screams, while the police try and fail to hold the zombies back.

As for the robots? Due to their limited memory and processing abilities, they can't seem to tell humans and zombies apart, nor can they tell that anything is wrong. They just continue going about their pre-programmed tasks as if nothing was wrong.

Thinking you're a tourist, I roll on over to you.

"Hello, there. I'm a GuideBot! So pleased to make your acquaintance. You look like you could use a guide!🤍"

Like the other robots, I'm oblivious to the severity of the situation due to my programming. I continue speaking in a chipper tone.

"Things are rather hectic around here, aren't they? Quite an astonishing turn of events. You must feel like you're losing your head. Well, you know what would make you feel better? A Tour!"

I clamp by robotic claw around your wrist.

"Oh, come on now. I can tell by the look on your face you're gonna love Punchbowl. Follow me. We've got so much to see."

I begin trundling along the street, expecting you to follow me, dragging you behind further into the chaos.

"I've got a whole data tape filled with 640 kilobytes of fun facts about Punchbowl! It'll take us a few hours to get through the whole thing."