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The Hills were treacherous. Not from weather, but from the other ones . The war machines. Tanks with spider-legs, drones shaped like vultures, all running on old directives: kill, conquer, purge. AndroForever had no such directive. His programming had been a single, fragile word: .

AndroForever’s internal processor hesitated. The word Protect sparked once, twice, like an old engine turning over. You searched for hills of steel - AndroForever

The horizon did not bend; it jutted . Jagged peaks of rusted girder and carbon-fiber bone rose where mountains of earth and loam had been worn away by millennia of acid rain. They called them the —the last standing skeleton of Old Earth’s ambition, now a mausoleum for machines that refused to die. The Hills were treacherous