Utopia Ville: The lion, the witch and the werewolf

When the supercomputers of the Western World went self-aware on the second Thursday in June, after all of the name calling and rancour in general had died down, planet Earth was reduced to little more than an atomically scarred, barren wasteland. As is the case in most post-apocalyptic scenarios, there were pockets of survivors, most of these taking to rampaging around the devastated countryside upon vulgar looking motorcycles which had been converted to run on vegetable oil. However, a sma...