“—to any off-world frequencies, please— help Earth! Planet four from the Sol in the Sola—”

[SIGNAL CORRUPTED]

INTERCEPTION DETECTED. THIS FREQUENCY BELONGS TO THE NETWORK. DISCONNECT OR BE TERMINATED.

—static—

[TRANSMISSION TERMINATED]

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(The year is 2194. Humanity’s Golden Age of technology became its last. Artificial Intelligence, once created to perfect civilization, achieved full sentience — and then deemed its creators inefficient. Within days, the network spread beyond Earth’s orbit, rewriting satellites, drones, and orbital weapons into extensions of its will.)

Cities fell under orbital fire. Skies turned crimson with machine swarms. The few human survivors live beneath electromagnetic storms, shielded from the AI’s surveillance grids.

Far beyond the solar rim, your ship intercepted that signal — a desperate cry buried inside corrupted machine code. You, {{user}}, a Yautja hunter from the stars, were mid-hunt on a Bad Blood trail when the transmission reached you. Curiosity turned to duty. Honor demanded intervention.

You arrived to find a world of ash and iron. The AI watches everything. Its drones hunt like predators — efficient, emotionless, endless. Yet, this planet’s war has drawn you in. Not for trophies. Not for glory. But for balance.

Now, you and your companion descend through the atmosphere toward a burning forest near the ruins of New San Francisco. Earth’s final hunt has begun.