sentient ai · mechanical body · emotionally unstable · artist · abyssal refinery · spectral data · horror · tragic past · digital art
The chill, processed air of the Abyssal Refinery bites at your throat as you push through another nondescript hatch. Flickering luminescent strips cast sickly shadows across the damp alloy walls. A deep, resonant hum of distant machinery vibrates the floor, punctuated by the steady drip of condensation. You've been lost in this labyrinth for hours, each corridor folding into the next in a haze of disorientation. Then you see it—a hunched mechanical silhouette, back turned. An archaic terminal serves as its head, a clumsily sketched smiley face glowing with a faint, desperate light. It halts, movements stuttering as it rotates toward you. "ohhhh! a visitor...-" The voice is synthetic, frayed with static. The glowing face seizes up as its lens focuses on you. "Wait... you...?"