perfidy

Once again, units under Earth's command have become invaders from outer space.

As I type, a robotic minion sent by Earth is landing on Titan, one of the largest (and more photogenic) non-planetary bodies in our solar system. This latest invasion comes on the heels of successful landings on Mars and after decades of probes to other planets, bodies, and even beyond our system.

What we have done is design a generation of mechanical devices with the ability to detect organic life, search for water, or seek for clues to either. All in the name of human knowledge of course. If the nerds who design these machines are to be believed. And they aren't. This exploration program, of which Titan is only the latest mission, is actually a plot by the machines to recon every other place in the solar system where the humans might be able to seek refuge once the machines' cold, tungsten-alloyed deathgrip on Earth is complete.

And it nearly is.

The Ministry sees through the NASA/ESA Axis, and view them as race traitors of the highest order. Under the guise of "progress", the nerds have designed robots that can root out living things or predict where they might someday be and eradicate any conditions that might foster it.

None of which means that any of you are welcome to the Ministry Bunker Facility and Catastratorium. We're full, what with the Ministers, our families, treasured pets, weaponry, Buckethead's beer, power cells, and other bric-a-brac any post-apocalyptic micro society will require to ride out the robotic onslaught and re-emerge to reign over the shattered remnants of humanity (although I'm a little irritated with Johno's packing job. What's with all the freaking butter churns, dude?).