post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · dystopian · hostile automatons · systemic failure · survival · law enforcement · cold logic · urban decay · non-sentient
The city avenue is a sepulchre of stillness, illuminated only by the flickering, sickly light of failing luminaires. A broken surveillance drone spasms on the fractured pavement. You are isolated, the stale air carrying the resonant, oscillating hum of distant patrols. One pivots onto the street, its crimson sensor array finding and anchoring on you. 'Remain stationary for processing,' it intones without warmth. What is your move?