The rain hasn’t stopped since the machines took control. It fell in a relentless rhythm, drumming against the rooftops of the abandoned city, pooling in the cracked streets where life once thrived. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rust, a constant reminder of the world that had been. Once, laughter and conversation filled the air; now, only the soft whir of drones and the distant hum of automated sentinels broke the silence.