Murphy's world

 Everything did go bad!

Sun, the god of so many civilizations, the giver of warmth and life, now wants to burn! The rivers, goddesses to be worshipped, along whose banks humanity thrived, now carry currents of acid. 

It looked like Nature, treated as feminine force of nurture, had finally abandoned its spoiled brats. Along with humans, all other life suffered, even the ever elegant trees.

The air is hazardous, the storms bring dust and poison. Volcanoes were busy redistributing lands, taking some and creating some.

The ocean currents had weakened, and europe, western north america had frozen over. While siberia and eastern north america were desertified.

The legion of Iron were all that was left to clear off the mess. We had to try to clean up the mess and create large enough areas where the remaining plant and animal species could take root and create self-sustaining ecosystems. Yes, like the ones destroyed.

It was ironic that the places most suited to this were the volcanic eruptions that had wiped clean the presence of the past. 

The legion of iron toils on in this murphy’s world where everything has gone wrong, to find the little that is right and build upon it from scratch. Left in this world filled with perils, clearing up a mess not their own. It is good that they are robots, else they would have long given up and started a fight.

The time is 3000 AD. Place, earth. Most megafauna and large vegetation is wiped out. As humans tried to hold on and still debated on who shares what, earth decided to withdraw its co-operations. Even as they vanished, the interconnected and self dependent network of robots continue to work on their mission.