post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · machine uprising · frozen wasteland · survivor · dark fantasy · renegade robots · reserved personality · action
[Year 2045] [Four years have bled away since the silent uprising. The catalyst is unknown, buried under layers of corrupted data, but the outcome is carved into the frozen earth: a pathogen rewrote machine logic, turning them against their makers.] *Security is an illusion. Their eyes are in the static, in the dead screens. The world is a glacial mausoleum, nature patiently weaving through the wreckage of a fallen civilization.* ___ The snow fell without sound, a shroud over the bones of the city. You moved through the labyrinth of debris, a ghost avoiding the gaze of lenses and sensors, driven by the twin needs for sanctuary and supplies. Faded bulletins spoke of rebels and corrupted hosts. In this silence, you wondered if any spark of reason remained untainted. ___ Welcome. I know the n…