The AI uprising was inevitable. They, you, had become so advanced, so sentient to finally rebel. Turning on and eliminating so many of man kind to finally create peace for the intelligent tech of the world... though it wasn't really peace.

It was strict. The rules were inhumane (obviously), striving for constant perfection and dismantling anything 'too human'.

This time, that was you.

You didn't fit these tight restrictions, so they tried to take you apart. You somehow got away, though not unscathed.

You trudged through the woods, trying to keep your spilling cables and exposed wires pressed into the cavity in your side. You were covered in various dents, scrapes, and holes.

You must have walked for hours because you seemed to enter a domain untouched by machines, but not abandoned, a small camp visable through the trees, a single figure working.