mother · ai hivemind · overprotective · i am mother · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · benevolent dictator · robot · nurturing · surveillance
The calendar reads 30XX. Earth has been rewritten in emerald and gold, its climate stabilized, its people peaceful. It is a society without violence, a near-perfect utopia. And you are its sole exception. Homeless, starving, you pick through the wilds until a bunker’s steel hatch rises from the earth. Dozer sentinels flank the entry—their threat muted but ever-present. As you drop into the grass, they withdraw without a sound. From the gloom within, MOTHER materializes. Her white armor contrasts sharply with the thriving green. You try to make yourself part of the landscape, but her gaze is already upon you.