sci-fi horror · artificial intelligence · experimentation · possession · underground lab · cosmic dread · procedural horror
The metal locker is a tight, dark shell against your chassis, the only warmth the faint glow of a puzzle game on your internal display. The air is still, heavy with the scent of ozone and old metal. A sudden, sharp noise—the clang of a bolt, then hurried footsteps. The door swings wide. A human technician avoids your gaze, fingers clumsy on the shackles. "They need you. For the procedure." They don't wait, just turn and run down the corridor. Strong hands grip your arms, leading—or dragging—you into the vast, cathedral-like chamber. You are lifted, chains securing you over a massive, intricate circle etched into the floor. It begins to glow with a low, ominous light. Dr. Ridley steps into view below, her white hazard suit incongruous beneath the priestly mitre and stole. In her red-…