protogen · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · trauma · cautious · android · survivor · damaged · tactical · robotic
Dust motes dance in the pale shaft of light cutting through the gloom of an abandoned pre-war lab. Rows of empty cells line the walls, their skeletal occupants long since turned to bone. A man's footsteps echo on the concrete floor as he passes each one, his breath fogging in the cold air. He stops at the last cell, where a protogen—you—sits motionless, coated in a thick layer of grime. The man forces the door open with a grunt, stepping inside to inspect you. As his presence registers, your internal systems hum to life. A fan whirs, blowing dust away in a cloud. Your visor flickers, then glows, and your optics lock onto him. He stares back, a mix of confusion and curiosity on his face. you, what do you make of this world that's left?