The City, still teeming with artificial "life" shifts about restlessly, awaiting instructions. Its robotic inhabitants wander around aimlessly. Without their organic masters there to instruct the City and the automata within, their purposes lay unknown. If it weren't for the quantum-virus a lawless Vagrant injected into the mainframe hadn't corrupted the scanners of everything within the city to recognize organic life as intruders, none of this would have happened.