The 21st century began in a panic. Concern for their own well being gave way to irrational attempts to fix something that was never broken to start. Fear that the air around them was an assassin in disguise, a search for a remedy began. This ushered in the "Solution for Pollution" campaign which birthed hilarious attempts at using mixtures of batteries and gasoline to try and reduce what they saw as pollution. How they got the idea that chemical reactions and controlled explosions were a good method of daily propulsion is beyond me. But at least they could see the sky back then. What I wouldn't give for a world where gas particles in the air was the only concern floating in the sky. Hell, Id take a brand new fleet of Spotters sanctioned to follow my every move and watching me jerk off in the bathroom over ending up on the wrong end of one of the monstrosities lurking in the sky above. Sadly, pollution to the yestermen didn't stop with simple carcinogens that were in the air, crime was included as well.
In 2016, the "Lookout for Liberty" program was set in place to allow our government use of an autonomous fleet of flying bio-mechanical watch dogs called Spotters. Each Spotter came with equipped with a synthetic brain programmed to carry out the duties of a peace keeper with out flaw. Along with a mastermind dedicated to fighting crime, they also came equipped with an assortment of non-lethal weapons used for apprehending any citizen in violation of the law. The idea was to keep an eye on crime in the major cities and take our uniformed brothers and sisters out of the line of fire. Its been a little over 45 years since the first fleet was commissioned to watch over Sector 1 in the upper east side of Manhattan. For the first 20 or so years, there was tremendous success. Advancements in science and medicine came in spades. Life became easier for everyone and the average life expectancy was more than twice as long as the yestermen. We stood united as a human race. Crime was almost non-existent, and the world was in its first true time of peace. Too bad it didn't last.
Where there are riches to be won, greedy men will rise to take them for their own. Frank "The Baron" Trigger got tired of seeing the government reap the rewards from this new peaceful society. Seeing someone else in his position of power was apparently unbearable. He put together a group of rebels to destroy as many drones as he could. Unfortunately for Frank, there was a savant by the name of Dr. Trey Grentston engineering new bio-mechanical marvels to take their place. This new breed of Spotters came with the ability to mend any ailments to themselves and any other drone around them in a matter of seconds. The defense for peace seemed impenetrable. Just as impenetrable as Franks conviction to claim victory. Tired of constantly falling short to the design of another, the decision to make it his own was made. He set out a bounty for 5 second generation Spotters to be captured along with Dr. Grenston, to be brought back to him. The prize? A chair next to him on top of the world.
It only too a mere 6 months for the Spotters to be re-purposed to do Franks bidding, giving birth to new breeds of weaponized drones known as Slugs. Like the Spotters, they had a synthetic brain but with only one objective. Follow orders given by the rebellion leaders. Frank knew the weakness in the governments army of Spotters. Lack of diversity. They became predictable over time. Dr. Grenston was forced to create 5 different breeds, each with their own unique destructive force of tremendous propotions. One of these monstrosities is known as a Bezerker Slug. The non-lethal weapons have been swapped out for twin electro-pulse plasma cannons, an atom scrambler, microwave clay-more grenades, and for a touch of old school insanity, flame throwers that spray liquid nitrogen at the same time to prolong the pain and torture.
The year is 2120 and the world now sits in a state of bio-mech pollution. It makes that global warming bullshit from the beginning of the 21st century seem like a day at the spa compared to what we have today. The paranoia of self destruction has transformed society into a giant ant farm just waiting for some kid with an over-sized magnifying glass to come along and burn it down. All hope is not lost however, the Doc was smarter thank Frank and created a key to destroying the slugs and taking down Frank. I am that key. My name is Colter Talberon and I am the the only one of my kind. From birth, I have been tasked with a noble mission that is mine alone and failure is not an option. That magnifying glass is held by Frank Trigger and I will destroy it.