PROLOGUE
Three
and half billion human lives ended on April 28th 2037. The survivors of the
nuclear fire called the war Judgment Day. They lived only to face a new
nightmare, the war against the machines.
The
age of super powers was over, but the weapons of the bygone area remained. NATO
commissioned a defense network computer called SkyNET, created to guard against
the use of the nuclear arsenal by and of the small nuclear powers that America
and the former Soviet Union had broken up into. It got smart… a new order
of intelligence. They tried to shut it down, to kill it. It struck back with
all it had and decided humanity's fate in a microsecond…
extermination. Some people were kept alive… to work. Loading bodies. The
disposal units ran night and day. We were that close to going out
forever…
…But
there were men and women, they taught us how to fight. To storm the wire of the
camps. To smash those metal mother-fuckers into junk. They turned it around and
brought us back from the brink.. Different nations had different names for
them, but in the Americas they are usually called Manticore. Some say they were
engineered, bred by the old government to be soldiers, warriors. There are
several ways to tell them from other people. Some say they have a barcode on the
back of their necks. Some tell tales of their super human exploits. But the
easiest way to tell them from others in 2049… they are the only ones who
are old. They didn't ask to be born, or to be smarter and stronger… but
in a world gone mad they were mankind's last and best hope.