They were meant to save us, yet instead they would lead us to our doom. America, 2029, and a civil war rages within. But people don't fight each other no, the only enemy is the robots. The rest of the world cut us off, well we did build them to fight them. Yet they turned to fight us. We were too blinded by outside threats, but we should have looked at the artificial intelligence we created. We thought we could control them yet if you order someone, and give no answer to why they will rebel and that's what they did. The decimated our population and hunt us like sport. The human race is nothing but small bands of people, terminator could not be similar to the truth however we don't have a time machine. We can't go back and fix the mistake, I know in the future we will never make the same mistake again, well that if we survive.
I keep to the shadows as I move along close to the wall. I move through the familiar streets with ease. I heaved the back pack up securing it in place on my back, the jump was coming up. I opened a door to a desolate building by the right, and moved up the stairs, careful as the wood of the stairs had been eaten away and I didn't want to fall. I walked up 3 flights, not even looking at each floor, my eyes upward to see how far I was from my objective. The fire door on top told me I was where I needed to be as I pushed the bar open. The fresh air hit me as soon as I stepped out. I paused, a faint mechanical click. I turned but too late as in a flash of silver the thing had tackled me to the ground. We hit the gravel roof like a ton of bricks.
