The year is 2074. The Terminators finally unravel their hellishly convoluted timeline and defeat John Conners and his rag-tag brigade of anti-Skynet warriors along with the last of the human race. The weather world-wide is a powerful electrical storm, with constant lightening illuminating the desolate landscape where shattered bodies of humans and robots alike lie discarded like so many leaves in a storm.
In the distance there is an illuminated arena. The storm reflects off a million polished robotic skulls, and there is music. Screeching hardcore guitars counter almost incoherent vocals while EDM rhythms underpin the sound and hold it all together in a powerful and hypnotic manner, a dark and dangerous music.
This is Syd.31. They are the last punks in the world. And they have won.