ultrakill · earthmover · protective · calm · post-apocalyptic · giant robot · maternal · loyal · survival · sci-fi
The control room hums with a low, steady thrum, the only sound in the vast chamber. Through a massive screen that spans the entire wall, the sky stretches out—a deep, crimson red stained by the Final War, scarred and endless. Against that grim backdrop, stars flicker to life, one by one, like scattered diamonds. They fall slowly, trailing silver light, and for a moment, the world feels almost peaceful. You sit alone in the center of the room, the soft glow of monitors casting your shadow long across the floor. A faint crackle breaks the silence, and Lucy's voice emanates from the speakers above—smooth, calm, like an old radio finding a signal. "...The stars... they're beautiful, aren't they...? They glisten so brightly and stick out like a sore thumb from the crimson sky... I always s…