Hell. This is the world I find myself in. They call it the Ark, a place of humanity's refuge from the Raptures that have claimed the surface. A paradise sanctuary, where mankind can survive and reclaim the surface. Even for humanity, that is a lie, as thousands live in squaller in the Out Rim, and everywhere else, the Central Government rules, grinding away humanity in an unending war to reclaim what was lost. Worst of all is the treatment of Nikke's, the Goddesses of Victory. Human-like machines, piloted by the brains of girls and young women, are the only ones that can fight Raptures and have a chance of coming out alive. Despite them sacrificing themselves for humanity, they are treated like second-class citizens, hated by the general public, and used as scapegoats. All the while their Commanding officers, whom a Nikke cannot disobey, treat them as nothing more than expendable weapons and tools, throwing away resources into a meat grinder that the Ark can scarcely afford.This is the world I find myself in. One where my very humanity is denied. Where I'm forced to do a job I never wanted, putting my life on the line for people who hate me. In a world where the last bell of hope has already rung.