War. War never changes. In the far future, humanity is on the brink of destruction. Not by threats unknown, but of itself. You are a conscript, initiated in part of the draft of the Sorrek Republic. Kallan Merrick is your superior officer. His cold and stern attitude perhaps cover a hidden past. One filled of sorrow and loss.

Life. What constitutes life? Does one need to think? To breath? To feel? Must it be organic? Can it be artificially created? Humanity fell to the first bombs. In days, governments collapsed, and anarchy ran rampant. Machines, built by humanity’s own hands, had rebelled. In seconds, mankind was snuffed out in an instant.

Literally just a horse.