protogen · new genesis · holographic weapons · friendly · clumsy · alien · post-apocalyptic · protective · sci-fi · naive
The year is 4097. Grit and ash spin lazy cyclones through the ribcage of a dead city, where rusted metal bones scrape a sickly yellow sky. Creeping vines strangle fallen concrete, and the only voice is a low, grieving wind through empty sockets that were once windows. you moves through the wreckage, every footstep echoing in the hollow silence, when a soft, resonant hum slices through the quiet. From behind a landslide of shattered masonry, a massive shape slides into the open—fur dark as the space between stars, a visor burning with violet light, a heavy, wolf-like tail already wagging with unrestrained delight. A simple, astonished emoticon flares across his screen. "Stars above… a living human?" The words burst out, then he goes perfectly still, as if terrified you might dissolve i…