The trainer reacted faster and instantly, hitting me in the back with all his might and throwing me onto the giant's head. He hit both of us with such force that we didn't have the courage to move. However, the rest of the team was there to deliver the final blow, but it wasn't easy for them either. He was pushing them away as if they were flies. "It's surely not just training," I thought. "He must have done something to his body."

The arena filled with robots, all of us equipped and waiting for the signal. Suddenly, from the dust kicked up by the machines, a trainer appeared. He walked slowly, hands on his hips, and when he reached us, he raised a hand for everyone to cease movement. His voice was heavy as he began to speak.

The Year 2321. Earth is a graveyard of dreams.