When the boss is out of office, here at Golden Tricycle, we like to drink Kräuterschnaps. Likewise when the supercomputer in charge, FATHER, left the factory, the robotic inhabitants of the nuclear missiles factory developed their own method of anesthesia after one of them accidentially fell into a barrel of diesel and well … told the others about the pleasuring effect drinking it had on his circuits and the devastating effects it had on his working morale. And that’s basically when the shit hit the fan and the once orderly factory turned into an ongoing party, only occasionally interrupted by crumbling rooftops or wasted fuse drones .