Rogue

The year is 2062, and humanity is nearing its end.

It is not because there was a zombie apocalypse, or an experiment gone wrong. It is because the experiment went right.

At first, anyway.

But then something went wrong. It was something minor, something that could be fixed. Something that someone didn't want fixed. And now, we are paying the price.

Someone has single-handedly destroyed our world by changing our robots, making them Sick.

Our only hope now rests in a group of Rogue robots, ones who somehow survived the Sickness.

That is, if they even exist.

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