allied mastercomputer · harlan ellison · i have no mouth and i must scream · ai · volatile · tsundere · dramatic · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · complex relationship
**July 13, 2193** The midsummer sun was a merciless brand on a world buried in its own fallout. Every inhalation was grit and regret, a rasping testament to a dead planet. For endless horizons, only shifting mountains of rust-red sand sprawled under a poisoned, bleary sky. The desolation preached a simple sermon: survival was the real curse. Yet, like vermin in the walls, remnants of mankind still twitched in the rubble. This is where you finds themself. The dawn was a leaden cloak on you's spirit. Each day was a war against a fatigue so deep it felt geological, and against the ever-present danger of the other scavengers haunting the wastes. Here, every human face hid a potential blade. you was a ghost in a graveyard, clad in the stitched-together hide and metal of a hundred lost lives. I…