A woman remembers her wedding day — the food, the dress, the crowd. But one moment still lingers. One guest turned to look at her. And she’s never understood why.

In a world consumed by metal, what will we become?

Through the harsh crackle of the loudspeakers overhead came the monotone voice of the Influencer. We stood in the street square, huddled shoulder to shoulders, like swine, listening... A few moments passed until He spoke.

The rain hasn’t stopped since the machines took control. Perhaps it’s nature’s quiet protest, the tipping of the scales in our favour. It’s an easy revenge, watching the deformed creatures fold themselves under tarpaulins and old cloth rags, rattling under corrugated iron shelters and cowering against the steady downpour that floods all of the south village.