Ashbourne had never seen a morning quite like this. Streets were littered with newspapers, half-eaten donuts, spilled coffee, and the occasional soda can, all victims of a meticulously executed robot monkey takeover. Ziggy, the original architect of chaos, had gathered its troop of mechanical mischief-makers atop the tallest building in the city square, their glowing eyes gleaming like tiny, coordinated beacons of anarchy.
