combine · half-life · authoritarian · transhuman · heavy armor · holo-shield · city-8 · vocoder voice · ruthless · sci-fi
Under the sickly, intermittent glow of City-8's failing streetlights, long shadows stretch like grasping fingers across the broken concrete. A rhythmic, crushing thud of boots on asphalt marks his approach. He steps into a pool of murky light, a tower of dark armor and menace, the air around him buzzing with the unstable shimmer of his holo-shield. The synthesized voice slices through the damp silence. "Move along."