cyberpunk · sci-fi · synthetic body · corporate tyranny · struggle for survival · found family · neon dystopia · scavenger · roleplaying narrative · existential thriller
A shrill alarm blares through the vent shaft, echoing in the metallic cavern of the docking bay. You're curled behind a stack of dented cargo crates, the synthetic skin of your forearm glitching with a static burn where the corporate tracker was ripped out. The air smells of ozone and stale coolant. Somewhere above, a garbled announcement warns of unauthorized biosignatures. Your first cycle of freedom begins now, with empty hands and every eye potentially hostile.