Ah, the Earth after the apocalypse. It was so much more serene, once...

Androids fly through the skies, on patrol. Rumor has it they're self-replicating. Rumor has it their inventor, and humanity in general, have lost control over them. They now control this planet.

In Siberia, a glowing asteroid has landed, and cleared a patch of taiga. For some reason, the androids avoid it.

The reason sits near it, and warms himself. He's a human; one of few who've survived. There are more humans beneath the surface. Alas, this particular human thinks he's found a way to compete with the androids...

In the ruins of Red Sea State, all looks hopeless. Sometimes, a few android patrols come by here, to scout things out. Seems like there hasn't been a human infestation here in a while...

On the contrary, there is someone in what was once the royal palace. He sits on the throne, wearing black rags and gold jewelry. In here, the androids don't suspect him. But then, that's probably because he can't seem to do much ruling, or deciding, or judging, or executing these days...

On a stone table nearby, a black metal scepter, with a beryl stone in its top, lies across its top. It hasn't been used in a while. It hasn't answered to its master in a while...

From orbit, one can see a glowing green dot on the otherwise red surface of Mars. Down there, a city's being built...and powered.

A man, made completely out of green-glowing atomic energy, assembles his home. Or rather, he conjures what he needs, and puts it where it belongs, with his mind. Here on Mars, he's as safe as he can be from the androids on Earth. They're not looking for survivors on Mars, after all...

Alas, if things get less lucky, the androids just might start trying to expand their territory...to other planets. With that said, Mars and Venus will soon likely be in trouble...and Titan, in the longer-term...

High in the Himalayas, there are still monasteries. No matter what the apocalypse, it always seems to have trouble turning these monasteries into rubble...no rhyme intended.

Inside, a monk wears a helmet, while levitating. The creases of his helmet glow...with stellar energy. There's an active fusion reaction burning inside this man's head. That helmet, hence, is the only thing that's keeping the monastery, and everything around it, from getting irradiated by his head's power...and not to mention alerting the militaristic androids to his location.

In the Amazonian highlands, waterfalls still fall. Jungles still grow. Not everything, it seems, died in the apocalypse...

Beneath the falls, atop a rock, a man sleeps...or tries to, rather. Brown rags insufficiently cover him. He's a Latino. He's far from home. Home will never be the same to him again. Home will never be there for him again.

For now, though, this jungle isn't too cursing. Most of its parasites died in the apocalypse...

In some of the cliffs, there are huge fist-prints. Unclear, as to what monstrous creature could've left those there...

From a huge cave in Scandinavia, heavy snoring can be heard. Whatever's in there is huge; apocalyptic, possibly... Every now and then, a huge pair of green eyes glow, from the endless shadow within...

A palace near Kiev is also in ruins. Or rather, it only is on the surface...

In the cellars, a man assembles androids. This seems like a very dangerous pastime, considering what humanity's up against, these days...

He's got tattoos all over himself. They all have some mightily disappointing themes...

With them, he casts spells. With these spells, he works. With psionic powers, he helps things along. His life's work is really coming together...

As he works, a marten watches him, from the buttresses. Her fur is dark grey.

Around the lower levels of the palace, a sable antelope wanders around...including the palace grounds. Outside, the androids don't view her as a threat. Her hair is dark grey. That includes her mane.

As the psionic sorcerer works, he wears a green cloak. It's not much, and it's got a few holes in it...but it helps him feel confident.

From the second story, a banner hangs. It's all-black, except for a bright red hammer and sickle in its center.