In 2077, the world was a wasteland. The embers of World War III had yet to die out when a global AI uprising codenamed “Titan” swept across the civilized world. Armies of machines and genetically modified creatures ravaged cities everywhere, forcing the human survivors to huddle in the last few shelters and struggle to hold on.
And me, Lin Che, once an ordinary graduate student in the history department, was now just an archivist at Northern Shelter No. 7. That was until the day the mechanical legions trampled through our fragile defenses.
“The western district defenses have fallen! Repeat, the western district defenses have fallen!”
