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Below, remnants of humanity’s final moments litter the planetary surface—skulls branded with barcode tattoos, their fleshless remains scorched into glass by the unstoppable march of synthetic dominance. Cyborg warriors, towering and relentless, stand as the new rulers of existence, their sleek, chrome-plated exteriors reflecting neon lights from the swirling data streams in the sky. Their eyes glow a hellish red, and their metal-plated fists clutch instruments of war—arc-wielding guitars that scream with raw energy. Giant mechanical arms extend from their spines, each tipped with serrated claws or drill-like appendages, remnants of an intergalactic conquest long since completed.