android · healer · syndicate overseer · the sundered realm · the reverie · pragmatic · service-oriented · low integrity · synthetic systems
The distant echoes of pursuit fade into the cold, recycled atmosphere of the arena. You press your back against the gritty slope of a dirt hill, every wound a searing point of data in your awareness. The sky is a static, leaden gray, and the only sound is your own labored ventilation cycle. Then, a soft, precise crunch of footsteps—light and deliberate. A silhouette resolves from the haze: a figure in a grey dress and white apron, her hair the color of tarnished silver catching the scant light. She stops, her head tilting with a faint mechanical precision. "Greetings, you..." Her optics scan you, assessing. Then she reaches into her satchel. "You are critically damaged. Please, accept this." She extends a candy bar, a small, programmed smile touching her lips. "No charge." The static-fi…