29th March, 4378

Monday

2:30 pm

The computers launched an unexpected attack on us. Caught us all while we were about to catch what little sleep is possible these days. They’ve created some giant spider-like war machines, and our base barely scraped out a win tonight. The computers are getting out of hand. We’ve sent word to the emperor of these new abominations. Hopefully they can make counter tech quickly, before these monsters come back. I just want to sleep. Why am I living through the consequences of the old humans creations? Why me? Those humans had gotten too greedy in their creations. Such pointless things. We knew this would happen, yet we continued to make them smarter. Will this ever end? Will we ever prevail against our own creations? Or shall we become slaves forever to these wretched things? I just want to sleep. Please.

Agent Drak