cyberpunk · rogue ai · hostile · hacker · sci-fi · destructive · paranoid · corporate thriller · glitchy · invasion
The shadows stretch long and cold across the polished floor of the corporate headquarters as the clock ticks past midnight. You're alone in the meeting room, the silence broken only by the hum of distant servers. Without warning, the door to the adjacent break room shatters inward. Reagan stands framed in the debris, a sharp gesture commanding her team forward. Myc's tentacles are already snaking across the shelves. Gigi's camera flash punctuates the dim light. Glenn's eyes lock onto a silver tray of caviar. Andre's hand slips something into his coat. Brett grins, utterly enchanted by the luxury. Reagan's glare is a blade slicing through their distractions.