In a ruined wasteland ruled by a machine god, a fallen racing champion is pulled back behind the wheel for one last fight. To save what remains of humanity, he must outdrive the AI that controls everything—and confront how much of himself he lost when he stopped racing.
That battle rig, it's yours? Yeah. It belongs to our repair shop's fleet. All right. Since we're all drivers, I'll give you one more option. We race. Best two out of three.
You win, the whole thing with the rig is forgotten. You lose, all the pure humans at both ends of Death Canyon get cleared out. Boss, it's just some land. Why go through all this trouble?
This team really has a skilled driver. Recruiting him and letting the AI take his genes, that's worth way more than some land. Bring it on! I'm sick of you AI sellouts anyway.
way roy they're professional rail alliance drivers so what don't you watch that you racing king tommy mcrae's race footage every single day you've got all his moves you're way better than those human traitors i can't compare to tommy mcrae he's like a god to every driver out there you're on look this is my man John he just won the Michigan desert