In the year 2311 robots were made. Made by humans to make their lives easier, programed to keep us safe. Made to never harm a soul, that is untill they found a loophole in their programing. They started planing, scheming, to protect us.
This is the year 2361. The world has become a barron wasteland. Humans are now nearly extinct. Large cities are now abandoned. Small towns have became safehavens, training camps, and even traps to lure stragglers. The robots grew tired of waiting for our end, so they started advancing attacking any human settlement they saw. Knowing they wouldn't get us all they started building a device that would end us all. The only things humans knew about this device was three words that would strike fear in even the bravest of us.
A Million Stars.