Tourist's trippy trip

They had been planning their post graduation trip for months. The friends were eager to explore the city of Urden on Tamal's 3rd moon — it was supposed to be an architectural marvel; the pride of the local androids who founded the urban sprawl over two millennia ago … after the robots decimated their abusive ruling class of hominids. The name of the local’s race of oppressors wasn't considered appropriate for polite conversation, even today. But the fresh alum were more than fortunate, booking a luxury loft in the upper east side where the high-rise lounges were said to echo a retro 'Art Deco' aesthetic familiar to the young adults' ancestry. The neighborhood was downright extravagant. Wearing their fineries, they explored the streets and made their way to a lounge said to serve an inebriating mixture prepared by the Urdenites since founding the civilization. Excited to ingest 2,000+ year old beverage they joked with each other, calling it “Robot Juice.” Perhaps unsurprisingly, their travel-booking A.I. had neglected to mention the less-than subtle hallucinogenic effect the historic beverage had on non-androids. After all, this was why most tourists desired the intoxicant. It was barely an hour before the tourists found the vaulted glamor of the lounge chandeliers and gold-embroidered drapery began to twist around them. They laughed until they cried and all tried to pile onto the same antique chaise lounge in the foyer of the lounge. It wasn’t until the group began spilling ancient liquor that the glaring locals had security escort the rowdy bunch out onto the city streets. Stumbling, no sense of direction, the unsuspecting academics haplessly found themselves in the seedy underbelly of the metropolis. Not just any bad side of town, but one that had been brewing for centuries; so long that the relatively untouched region’s self-replicating robots had constructed poorer and poorer copies of themselves until they radiated neon green light and wore terribly distorted expressions. Or was it the robot-juice? In any case, it no longer mattered. Only another 42 hours until the moon moved into the system’s sunlight…