The world can be cold and bitter. At least, that's what happened in 7820. Modern society: obsessed with robots and weapons.

Never a good combination.

More than twenty-two thousand years ago, we discovered how to create robots to become part of our family. They'd work for us, without payment, and can do almost everything we ask. Shopping, running a business, work. Humans didn't have to do anything anymore. People were...ecstatic. And horrified.

Then, scientists found a way to connect robotic parts into us, giving back limbs that were once lost. When accidents happened, an arm or leg was there to be fused into the body as a replacement. Of course, nothing can ever be as good as our own limbs we were born with, but for paralyzed and mauled people?

Well, you get the idea.

Over the next centuries, scientists and doctors, from all over the world worked together to perfect the robots. The results where...things of dreams. Children that died where now replicated with exact copies of the looks and personality. Limbs that were lost could now be restored, and by connecting to the nerve system, you could feel things. New eyes, ears, a new body if you wanted it! The stuff of legends. And then came the super robots.

People can go too far with creations, abusing them for the opposite purpose that they were created for. That's what happened with these. They somehow resembled humans, but with split faces and gears showing through their heads. The hands could transform into any weapon, the bodies were almost indestructible.

No one knows who made them, or where they came from, but once given an order they would stop at nothing to complete it. No matter what the life loss, what the damage, was. Nothing could stop them. And of course, with the robots comes the weapons. Town's and cities where destroyed. Lives here lost. No one knew where the robots would strike next. Everyone lived in constant fear that this was their last day on earth. To them, the world was literally coming to an end.

It was a nightmare come true.

But with every disaster rise up heroes. Soldiers were sent to fight. Men and women gave their lives for others. But the robots kept on coming. No matter how many where sent, in most cases, the robots won. It was a fight for survival. And we were losing.

And...that's where we come in.

The leaders of the world, the ones still alive that is, established a treaty. Together, they constructed a team to find the location of the robots, and try to destroy it. Hundreds were sent in, none came back alive.

New weapons were invented, bombs that could disintegrate a continent, acidic bullets that melted into your skin, then exploded. Flamethrowers that melted skyscrapers. All were used in self-defense, but the super robots, now known as the SR, always upgraded and defeated every new weapon that came out of factories.

Then, the leaders found me. I'm a mercenary, and the price was too great to refuse. My name is Morjian, and this is my story. Continue on at your own risk.