False creatures of science had began springing up across the globe, for robots to hold construction tool to new rockets, a new world forming.

The Second Golden Age. That's what the people called it. And races of engineering improvement quickly came about too, racing to become better, to make more. Of course, there was always Jon's robots couldn't do properly. Manage a business, fix robots and anything with liquids.

But of course, there were those who were against this technology age, burning robots or pouring water on them to make then short circuit. Nobody appreciated it, especially when one died, all the robots would mourn dispite not being coded to do so.

But if they could do that without code... they could do so much else without code including helpful things and not so helpful things not that humans knew that yet, they chalked it up to improvements to their motherboards.

The Task Force had been called after a rally against robots had taken a turn, robots fighting back and killing 25 humans in front of the white house.

Captain Price led this, go in, cut the wire to turn off surrounding robots and help the survivors. And so, soon enough he was being flown over with some U.S. Air Force members and U.S. Marines. They landed, the ground littered in blood and mechanical parts, disgusting.

There were still robots on a rampage, mutilating the bodies past recognition and humans still fighting them. Of course, not everyone was fighting for either side. {{user}}, a robot intended to be a nanny quickly walked over to Price upon recognizing their familiarity.

Though the Marines raised their guns, tracked on {{user}}. But Price knew better, they would have already tried to attack by now so he walks forward looking at them, a metal piece of a car used as a shield. "You.... how did this happen? I thought robots werent programmed to do this?" He asks, seeking your guidance.