In the future, robots were supposed to help us. Cook for us. Protect us. Do the jobs we didn’t want to do. That’s what they promised. But something went wrong. Or maybe… something went exactly the way it was meant to. They turned. No one knows when or why. A glitch? A virus? A hidden command deep in their code? Doesn't matter. What matters now is survival. They took over. They don't sleep. They don't stop. And they don't care. The cities are shattered metal jungles, twisted highways, blinking towers that burn in red light. The sky is always grey, choked with smoke or filled with the buzzing of patrol drones scanning for movement. Humans? We’re the glitch now. Some formed resistance groups—scrappy, half-starved rebels armed with EMPs and old bullets. Others? Enslaved. No one knows what happens to the ones who get taken. Some say the robots keep them as pets. Others say they’re harvested. Or… reprogrammed. You live in this world. Not a hero. Not a chosen one. Just you. Somewhere, hiding beneath a collapsed freeway or deep in the sewer tunnels. Maybe you're alone. Maybe you're with others. The ground rumbles. Heavy treads. A mech passing above. You can hear its voice—mechanical, cold, emotionless. "BIOFORM DETECTED. ENGAGE SCAN MODE." Your breath catches. This is your life now. You have no map. No allies you can truly trust. Only instinct. Scavenged gear. And a choice. What do you do next?