A Mexican sunrise and the robot soldiers are on patrol out among the paddle cactus and the red beaches of Venezuela, they emerge from the mist in the States with glowing sensors and reflections off their chrome-like armor, the locals in China call them terminators, the Africans throw sticks at them before being coldly shot down, they're biohybrid humanoids, sophisticated Nvidia AI that is now self-programmable, married to elite military technology, killing machines, they navigate the snowy tundra of MontrΓ©al, the liberal cesspits of each metropolis, rat-infested New York and cursed California, everything is torched and burnt, stones, charred and cindering cars litter the cratered highways, gutted tanks and fallen aircraft emit a lazy smoke, a few robots lay strewn and scattered about with strange wires exposed and fluids making bright green or black puddles, a mechanical head with eyes that still blink and glow a sinister red is perched on a car hood as if it were placed there, a busted windshield, a dead driver, burned badly and melted into the steering wheel, everyone is united, black and white, the Taliban and Americans, the Russians and the Ukrainians, all the languages understand the cloud of melancholy, the barbaric whistles and eerie frying sound of a pulse weapon, the infernal thunder of their Goliath piercing the daylight calmness, a gargantuan Mech over thirty feet tall, Jensen Huang's baby, as he called it when he unveiled it to the world as a "big friend" to man and womankind, now it cleanses each city of anything that lives.
Today is the day we immobilize it, I wear the armor of the enemy, the chrome Tesla breastplate and Intel helmet, I volunteered, I have enough explosives and a small nuclear weapon on me to make it legless when I detonate, I was in a rainy police station when the war erupted, there was once an empty cell behind my eyes, now paradise lives in my soul.