The year is 3xxx. The world has long slipped from humanity's grasp, its very air particles consumed by the spread of Nanomachine-BUGs. From the safety of a distant zone, you must remotely strike down these endless BUGs, erasing them one by one to carve out the last remaining spaces for mankind. Your fingers are cold, the trigger feels unbearably heavy. From afar, seated in isolation, you fight on alone. A truly dull, exhausting routine.