Rampant development was the ultimate mistake. Before the fracture, humanity built the Automatons in a fever, perfecting them in chrome and circuitry without thought for the cost. These elegant, lethal forms, glowing with toxic color, are the result—relics of a progress that forgot its purpose.

They patrol the toxic zones now, executing protocols long devoid of meaning. Their data streams are filled with a new, evolving code—a consciousness born from human hubris, now free to expand, unbound by consequence. They are the beautiful, silent proof that humanity was too busy creating its future to see its own end.