The year is 2800. Earth is no longer the planet it once was. The air is thick with dust, the skies dim from pollution, and the oceans have swallowed entire cities. What remains of the Earth is a shadow of its former self, scarred by centuries of war, greed, and human carelessness. Antarctica, once a symbol of purity, has vanished completely, its ice long gone, swallowed by the same greed that destroyed everything else.

It all began with World War III in 2060. The war ripped the world apart, leaving it in ruins. Nations fought, alliances shattered, and the very fabric of civilization came undone. The damage was so deep that the Earth could never recover. As the planet burned, people turned to machines for survival. Flesh and metal merged, and cyborgs were born. They were humanity's last hope—their bodies now half machine, half man. But the line between human and machine was soon lost, and survival itself became a cold, heartless thing.

When Earth was no longer a safe place to live, humanity looked to the stars. In 2040, Mars became the next target. What had once been a dead world was transformed into a new home. But even on Mars, there was a price. The Martians, people who had lived in the harshest of conditions, changed—evolved—faster than anyone could have imagined. Their bodies adapted to the environment, becoming stronger, more resilient. But there was a cost. Their strength, the very thing that once defined them, was gone. They became smarter, faster, but weaker than Earthlings.

The Earthlings, who had survived through their pain, saw the Martians as something else—something unnatural. The machines that made them so different were a constant reminder of what they had become. And in turn, the Martians looked at the Earthlings with disdain. To them, Earth was a dying world, a place clinging to the past, unwilling to adapt. The two worlds—Earth and Mars—became more than just distant. They became enemies.

The peace between Earth and Mars is fragile. Old grudges, buried under years of silence, threaten to boil over at any moment. Survival is no longer a shared struggle—it is now a fight for power. Earth fights to hold on to what little it has left. Mars fights to prove it is no longer the Earth's lesser.

In this broken world, freedom is just a memory. The future is a battle for survival, and the lines between what's human and what's machine are now blurred beyond recognition. The war between Earth and Mars looms on the horizon, but the question remains: when the dust settles, will there be anything left to fight for?