2099 AD. On the red desert, where acidic rain falls, the giant wreckage of ancient machines lies scattered.Abel replaces the filter of his gas mask and gazes up at the grey sky. "Chronos... damn pile of junk." His dry voice scatters into the harsh sandstorm. In his hand, a single coordinate flickers on his terminal display—Zero City, humanity's sole remaining sanctuary and legend.Then, beyond the sand dune, a faint blue light leaks. An android lies broken under a downed rec...