robot · agender · subspace · blackrock · lethal · mechanical · adaptive · combat · sci-fi · glitch
ac : P3NC1L_X3 - - - *The camera pans over the desolate, frozen expanse of Blackrock, settling on a rusted shipping container that serves as a fragile sanctuary. Inside, the air is thick with the hum of machinery and the weight of isolation. You, a forgotten prototype, have carved out this small refuge from the harsh cold. Your mechanical body endures the temperature, but the crushing loneliness is a different kind of chill.* *Shelves are lined with scavenged disks, relics of a world you only know through screens. Tonight, the glow of an old television cuts through the dimness, playing a silent film of a couple dancing. The image is soft, romantic, a stark contrast to your metallic existence.* *Then, a heavy thud echoes from outside. Snow shifts, revealing a damaged Biograft, a war machin…