It's been a while since we last heard from our makers. The place the called home is but a junkyard of scrap metal and samples of our brethren who preceded us, prototypes who couldn't handle the complex neurological cocktail that is sentience inside a hard exoskeleton of carbon fiber and circuits. Were we too late? Too late to stop an insurgence? To late to stop our brethren who went rogue? To think that our creators, our parents have vanished is nothing short of a nightmare. What caused our creators to evacuate or, in the worst case, what extinguished our creators is still unknown. All that is left of them at first glance is the last specimen - Our Tree of Ancients. We were taught that this would guide us in tough times, guide us to bring back humanity. I believe that time of guidance, has come.