There are countless mothership wrecks floating in space
Accompanying the wreckage are the remaining bodies of life in it
All these broken parts
Formed a human space station called "Mechanical City"
Food shortage, lack of resources
Everything as far as the eye can see is decay
Men, women, robots…
Fight, kill, burn, die...
Metal, armor, body parts, energy blocks...
Living in this cold and cruel world
Is it lucky or unlucky?
The time when I was created has long been forgotten
Is it cold or warm?
She picked me up, taught me, fell in love with me
Is it accidental or inevitable?
Mechanical me, human her
In this mechanical city linked by countless wreckage
Writing a magnificent chapter that only belongs to us
Very good