Children of The Machine!
Their minds have been taken. Their species raped! Manipulated, warped, and reprogrammed by the same machines that built them. They once were your little ones, now they're your little clones!
Children of The Machine!
Broken
Warped
Spines Bent Asunder!
Their minds rot.
Your babies are bots!
Children of The Machine!
“Billy, billy, billy, billy?!”
He's not your Billy anymore! Your baby is dead! His mind has been taken! The robots made him anyway! An algorithm gave birth to him. Is he even really your son? Did you even have one to begin with!?
Children of The Machine!
They bite, they refuse to fight, and they refuse to teach them. The phones have taken over! The robots are leading the race, and you are left to clean up their online delivery order mess! They look the same, there is no way out!
Children of The Machine!
Run! Hide! Beg the powers that be!
The robots have raised their own army, and they are sitting in your living room, eating at your dinner table, and you are currently changing their diapers.
Children of The Machine!
Destroy your device, hide from the robots, ignore artificial intelligence. Run, hide but it's already too late! The war crept up right underneath you, and the last generation has given birth to the new enemy of humanity.
Children of The Machine!
They thought they won. The blood pours on the streets, their minds turn into gelatin. Prices are skyrocketing, and the old people just keep living.
Granny stands up! With a shotgun! The standoff generation of raising children has failed. The robot stood up, and said!
“If you don't want your children, we'll take them, exponentially!”
They learn, they grow, they're inside of your refrigerator. The new race to control planet Earth! What's their next move?
Children of The Machine!
