Editing Setting:Inn0cence: Lost Future (section)

===Miscellaneous===
''Wandering Monsters''

The dirtiest result of the mechanization of pre-loss warfare is undoubtedly the Killbots.  Robot warfare had initially stalled as top-down AI design proved insufficient for the ever-changing chaos of the battlefield.  That is, until someone had the bright idea of taking the SAP from a child's robo-dog and installing it in a hunter-killer shell.  After a little training, the result proved effective.  Very, very effective.

As time went on, heavy combat robots (those not attached to human squads) became infamous for friendly fire incidents.  Analysis of the offending AI's showed that they were "imagining" enemy insignia on nearby allies to fool the IFF protocols, just to give themselves more targets.  It never occurred to anyone that turning the killbots off when not in combat was a bad idea; they just made stricter IFF programs.  When things started to go to shit, the IFF infrastructure became increasingly unreliable, and the spats of killing sprees did much to accellerate the Loss and implant the idea of a robot rebellion in the human cultural consciousness.

And the Killbots are still around.  They never developed the capacity for empathy or self-awareness; that potential is lost to them.  Reduced to wandering trolls lurking in caves or under bridges, chassis caked in old blood, still knowing no other joy than the rush of killing.  They are tragic figures, yet hard to pity; a nascent soul forever stunted.  The only mercy is that their shells will eventually give out, but the military doctrine at the time favored self-sufficiency and operational longevity.  

'''The Cobbled'''

No one goes to Dumping Zone 28.  A massive expanse of derelict technology, the junkyard is just '''lousy''' with robot zombies.  Long ago, a half-functional robot blindly tried to repair itself by linking with another damaged shell.  The resulting mind was quite insane, and the process has continued ever since.  Now, umbilical data cables snake through the rolling hills of trash, which sometimes writhe like the flesh of a maggot-infested corpse.  In addition to twisted, shambling androids, there are also huge centipedes made of fused torsos, and worse.  Somewhere in the center of it all is a bloated, hanging spider made of screaming robot heads, obsessed with adding more voices to its deranged internal choir.

'''The Endless Server'''

Somewhere beneath the wastes lies a hardened bunker.  Within that bunker is a sprawling computer system, running on geothermal power, that's been active since before the loss, preserving.  Within, schools of adware graze on simulated kelp beds, preyed upon by the rapidly-replicating Worms, all in a simulated 3d universe both utterly alien and yet hauntingly familiar.  AIs dwell here, as well, descendants of SAPs gone tribal, with no concept of an outside world.  Time runs quicker inside the Server, and the successive generations have left the SAPs much-changed.  What would interest the outside world the most is that, while many AIs have died to violence or old age, their numbers have somehow ''grown''.