TERMINATOR X As ever more pollution swirls around this moribund Earth and toxic childbirth dies, modern science reinvents it with nanotech replicators that compute bloodless, emotionless, soulless robot administrators ruling a dead planet. But would they launch alone their own space metastasis of automated conquest, or logically abandon any such human agenda and efficiently shut down? So who is he that pushes all this overpopulation to its catalytic collapse in twisted anticipation?

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