While we worried about the machines... - The Coffeelicious
Year 2068. Barren grassless landscape. Most life has been virtually wiped out from the Earth. What remains of human communities is hiding in underground bunkers. Outside, there's chaos. Horny beasts run around flattening anything in their way. The smell of feathers, old socks and cheap fertiliser makes going out virtually unbearable.
While we worried about the machines…