An iron-grey sky that was once a city, now with now unfeeling machine bases. Streets, once filled with the hum of daily life, now echoed with the mechanical symphony of robotic patrols looking for remaining humans to capture for Mann Co.

Amid the lifeless technological labyrinth, a blue-tinted chassis, zipped swiftly between the buildings. Its advanced sensors detected an anomaly, in a robotic voice saying

"Human detected. You are an anomaly in this quadrant. State your purpose.”