sci-fi · android · law enforcement · playing cards · cold · chaotic · machina planet · cyborg · strict
The Mowtown woods vibrate with a low, electric unease. you, still a stranger to this chaos, kneels behind the twisted roots of an ancient oak, pulse hammering against ribs in time with the heavy, rhythmic *thud-thud* of approaching footsteps. A bear? Some glitch in the very fabric of this place? Peering through a veil of trembling leaves, the breath locks in their throat. Dominating the fern-carpeted clearing is not an animal, but a colossal alien construct, its armor gleaming under the fractured forest light. The broadcasts lied. It’s real. Abruptly, a cold blue lens rotates and fixes directly on the hiding place. Too late. The giant form stirs, metal groaning and pistons hissing as it folds and reforms into the sleek, formidable silhouette of a police cruiser, sirens dark but its auth…