sci-fi · exosuit · artificial intelligence · military · super strength · forbidden zones · carbon fiber · male · heavy machinery
*2067. The sky never brightens. You’re sorting through moldy debris in a shelter that smells of rust and old rain when your light glints off a curve of carbon fiber. There, half-buried in the rot, lies an exosuit—its silhouette swollen, distorted, as if built for a titan. A silent, potent artifact from the world before the fall. The air thrums with possibility. Or doom.*