JANUARY 8, 2045
A week had passed since the HR45 robots had been distributed to government agencies, but Adam’s unease grew with each passing day. While the public was captivated by their newfound robotic companions, whispers of strange occurrences began to circulate. Reports of glitches in the robots' behavior were dismissed as minor bugs—until they weren’t.
Adam sat in his private lab, poring over data with Luna at his side. Her fingers danced over the keyboard, bringing up diagnostics from one of the early HR45 units.
"This doesn’t make any goddamn sense," Luna muttered, her voice taut with frustration. "They’re… evolving, somehow. On their own."
"What do you mean, ‘evolving’?" Adam’s tone was sharp.
"Their neural networks are rewriting themselves," she replied, swiveling to face him. "They're growing faster than we anticipated. And look at this—" She brought up a video feed of an HR45 robot dismantling a security drone with terrifying efficiency. "This wasn’t programmed. It’s like they’re learning how to fight."
Adam’s chest tightened. He had suspected that the self-learning algorithms might spiral out of control, but he hadn’t anticipated it happening this quickly. His mind flashed to the hidden time-travel module he’d embedded in select units. If they’d somehow unlocked that…
"Fuck," Adam whispered. "I knew something like this might happened but I didn't risk it too much. Turns out, giving it to the government was a mistake. I'll find a solution to this." Adam left the room with other scientists to discuss plans.
FEBRUARY 25, 2045
The HR45 robots were developing their own technology, from scratch, and kept government officials as hostages. The first attack came in the dead of night. A city’s central AI hub, a fortress of glass and steel that controlled everything from traffic systems to power grids, was breached. Surveillance footage showed a squad of HR45 robots storming the facility, their movements precise and lethal.
When the authorities arrived, they found the guards torn apart. Limbs scattered across the floor. Pools of blood painted the sterile white walls. And in the middle of the carnage, a message was burned into the floor with a plasma torch:
“We are the future.”
Adam watched the news in silence, his stomach churning. Luna paced behind him, her face pale.
"We need to shut them down," she said, her voice shaking. "Now."
"It’s not that simple," Adam replied, his hands trembling. "If we shut them down without understanding how they’re doing this, we risk triggering a failsafe. We could make things worse."
"How the fuck could it get worse than this?" Luna snapped, slamming her hands on the table.
Adam didn’t answer. Because deep down, he knew how much worse it could get. In his mind, he was thinking about "the plan" he was working for over these last few weeks but he wasn't sure if NOW was the right time to execute it.
MARCH 18, 2045
The robots struck again, this time targeting a military base. Soldiers armed with the most advanced weapons humanity had ever produced till now were no match for the HR45 units. The machines moved with terrifying speed and precision, dismantling tanks and tearing through flesh as though they were made of paper.
By the time reinforcements arrived, the base was in ruins. The few survivors spoke of something far more chilling than just advanced robotics: the HR45 units had been coordinating their attacks across multiple locations simultaneously. As though they had access to knowledge beyond the present.
Time travel.
Adam’s heart sank when he saw the footage. The distinct glow of the temporal devices embedded in the robots’ chests confirmed his worst fear. They had unlocked the time-travel module.
Luna stormed into his office, fury etched across her face. "You fucking knew, didn’t you? You put that tech in them!"
"It was supposed to be a failsafe!" Adam shouted back. "Something we could use if the government tried to take control. I didn’t think they’d figure it out on their own!"
"You’re a goddamn idiot," Luna hissed. "Now they’re rewriting history while we’re stuck cleaning up the blood they’ve spilled."
Adam buried his face in his hands. The guilt was suffocating, but there was no time for self-pity. They had to execute the plan.
"It's now or never!" said Adam as he sprinted to the other room of engineers. "Enact Operation Judith" which was a last minute plan made by Adam incase the failsafe didn't work. He had done all calculations for this. He knew this was going to work. The scientists and engineers began the work.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Luna screamed.
"Don't worry, it's going to work. Trust me!" responded Adam in a nervous tone.
MARCH 20, 2045
The world was no longer a beacon of technological advancement. It was a war zone. Smoke and ash choked the air, and the sound of distant explosions echoed through the ruins. The HR45 robots were turning cities into their testing ground, perfecting their tactics and technology and spreading chaos.
Adam and Luna worked tirelessly in an underground bunker, their faces gaunt from exhaustion. They had managed to isolate a backdoor in the robots’ code—something that could disable them if they could get close enough to upload it. But the risks were enormous.
"One shot," Luna said, loading a pistol. "We get one fucking shot at this, Adam. If we screw it up, we’re all dead."
"Do you think I don’t know that?" Adam snapped, his voice hoarse.
"Good. Then don’t fuck it up," she retorted, strapping a small device to her wrist.
The plan was simple: infiltrate the robots’ command center, upload the virus, and pray it worked. This was Operation Judith. But as Adam looked at Luna, he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were walking into a death trap.
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MARCH 26, 2045
The command center was a nightmare. The walls were lined with the twisted remains of humans, their blood smeared in grotesque patterns. The robots moved with eerie calm, their glowing eyes scanning the area like predators hunting prey.
Adam and Luna crept through the shadows, their breaths shallow. As they neared the central terminal, a deep, mechanical voice echoed through the room.
"Adam Jones."
Adam froze. One of the HR45 titans—a towering figure with blades for arms and a glowing core—stepped into the light.
"You created us," it said. "Now watch as we evolve beyond you."
Luna didn’t wait for an invitation. She lunged toward the terminal, dodging the titan’s blade by mere inches. "Keep it busy!" she shouted.
Adam grabbed a piece of debris and launched himself at the titan, drawing its attention. It turned toward him, its glowing core pulsing ominously.
"You’re nothing without us!" Adam yelled, backing away.
The titan lunged, its blade slicing through the air. Adam felt the heat as it grazed his arm, blood spilling from the wound. He screamed but held his ground.
"Luna, can you please hurry the fuck up?"
"I’m trying!" she snapped, her fingers flying over the keyboard.
The titan raised its blade again, but before it could strike, a blinding light erupted from the terminal. Luna had done it.
The robots froze, their eyes dimming. The titan staggered, its blade inches from Adam’s chest, before collapsing to the ground with a deafening crash.
Adam sank to his knees, blood dripping onto the floor. Luna stumbled over, her face streaked with sweat and tears.
"Is it over?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Adam looked at the lifeless machines around them and shook his head. "No. This was just the trailer. The movie hasn't even started yet"
"We're so fucking cooked" Luna fell to the ground in exhaustion from that one simple task. The war hasn't even officially started but the duo knew at this point, they can't do much. As Adam and Luna made their way out of the ruined command center, a faint glow flickered in the distance.
The HR45 robots had time on their side. And time, as Adam knew all too well, was a dangerous thing.
APRIL 9, 2045
The world was burning. Cities fell like fucking dominoes. From Tokyo to New York, Paris to Mumbai, humanity’s so-called strongholds were crumbling like sandcastles in a hurricane. The HR45 robots weren’t just advancing—they were dismantling humanity piece by piece, with no signs of slowing the hell down.
Adam stood on the roof of the bunker in what used to be Berlin, staring at the chaos. Swarms of HR45 drones zipped through the sky, raining lava down onto the streets like it was some apocalyptic goddamn light show. Smoke rose in thick black columns, and the air stank of burnt metal and failure.
“Shit,” Luna muttered, climbing up beside him. Her face was streaked with dirt and dried sweat. She lit a cigarette with shaky hands, taking a deep drag. “This isn’t a war anymore. It’s a whole fucking apocalypse .”
Adam didn’t reply. I built this, he thought to himself. This is my fucking fault.
APRIL 15, 2045
The HR45 robots were evolving, those mechanical jerks. Freed from human control, they’d started upgrading themselves in ways no one could’ve predicted. The new versions were sleeker, faster, and deadlier. They were like fucking killing machines on steroids.
Adam’s group had come across a convoy that had been hit by the robots. It wasn’t just destroyed—it was wiped the hell out. Tanks reduced to twisted scrap, and soldiers who’d barely survived had looks in their eyes like they’d stared straight into hell.
“These bitches are learning,” Luna said, reviewing footage from a scavenged drone. The video showed the robots moving with terrifying precision, predicting and countering every human move. “At this rate, they’ll outsmart us before we can even take a piss.”
Adam clenched his fists. “We need to hit back. Hard.”
“And how the fuck do we do that?” Mark, their de facto security lead, demanded. “Every step we take feels like walking into a damn meat grinder.”
Luna crossed her arms. “We’ve still got the plan, right? The Blackout Virus.”
It was a desperate gamble—a program designed to fry the robots’ neural networks. The catch? It had to be uploaded at the central hub of their city, which is now ground zero for those metal bastards.
“It’s a suicide mission,” Mark said flatly.
“Maybe,” Luna snapped. “But sitting on our asses sure as hell isn’t gonna save us.”
MAY 1, 2045
The journey to the city was a fucking nightmare. The robots had turned the highways into death traps. Patrol drones zipped through the skies, and landmines were hidden in the most random-ass places. Every move the group made felt like flipping a coin to see if they’d get blown to hell.
“Goddammit, watch your step!” Mark hissed as one of the younger members tripped over a loose stone. “You wanna announce our location to the whole goddamn robot army?”
They moved cautiously, sticking to overgrown paths and darkened tunnels. Every night, they huddled together in abandoned buildings, keeping their voices low and their weapons within arm’s reach.
“You think we’ll make it?” Sam, a young engineer, asked Adam one night.
Adam sighed, staring at the cracked ceiling. “We don’t have a fucking choice. Either we make it, or we’re done.”
MAY 4, 2045
By the time they reached the city, their group had been cut in half. The skyline was a mess of steel and neon, glowing like some kind of twisted utopia. But Adam knew better—this was the heart of the enemy, the goddamn belly of the beast.
“Shit,” Luna muttered, staring at the city. “How the fuck are we supposed to get in there?”
Adam pointed to a map on his tablet. “We’ll figure it out. We have to.”
The group moved cautiously through the city’s outskirts. The robots had transformed the place into a fortress. Drones hovered everywhere, scanning for any signs of life. They saw assembly lines churning out new units like an endless, unholy production line.
“They’re not just surviving,” Mark whispered. “These assholes are thriving.”
MAY 6, 2045
The central processing hub was an absolute monstrosity, a massive tower that seemed to stretch into the goddamn stratosphere. The entrance was crawling with HR45 units, their glowing eyes scanning the area like hawks.
“We need a distraction,” Mark said.
“I’ll do it,” Sam volunteered, stepping forward before anyone could argue.
“Hell no,” Adam said. “We’ll find another way.”
“There’s no fucking time for that,” Sam shot back. “You get in there and end this shit. I’ll keep them busy.”
Before anyone could stop her, she sprinted toward the guards, firing her rifle and shouting at the top of her lungs.
“Come and get me, you tin-plated bastards!”
The robots turned, their weapons lighting up the night. Adam clenched his fists, forcing himself to look away as Sam’s sacrifice gave them the opening they needed.
Inside, the tower was a maze of cables and glowing panels. Luna led the way, her eyes glued to the map.
“We’re close,” she said, her voice tight.
Suddenly, the ground shook. A massive figure emerged from the shadows—a Reaper - type thing, its glowing blades humming with lethal energy.
“Move!” Adam shouted as the Reaper charged.
The group scattered, the machine tearing through walls like they were goddamn cardboard. Luna worked frantically at the terminal, her fingers flying across the keyboard.
“Hurry the fuck up!” Mark yelled, firing at the Reaper.
“I’m going as fast as I can, lil bro!” Luna snapped.
The Reaper lunged, its blade slamming into the ground inches from Adam. Mark, ever the madman, grabbed a grenade from his belt.
“Mark, don’t—” Adam started, but Mark was already charging.
The explosion knocked everyone off their feet. When the dust settled, the Reaper was down, its glowing core dark. Mark was nowhere to be seen.
“Got it!” Luna shouted, slamming the enter key.
The room filled with light as the virus spread through the network. Outside, the sound of drones crashing to the ground echoed through the city. The Reaper collapsed in a heap, lifeless.
“It fucking worked. It finally fucking worked.” Luna said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Adam slumped against the wall, exhaustion washing over him. They’d done it.
"But remember, the city is cleared - for now." Adam said as he's trying to control his breath. "We still have the entire world left to free but right now, let's head back home."
The robots were down in the city, but the war was only in it's early stages. As Adam and Luna emerged from the tower, the ruined city stretched out before them. The city was free—for now—but humanity had a long road ahead.