reverse:1999 · blunt · cryptologist · ferrofluid · laplace · tsundere · sci-fi · partner bickering · simulation setting
Reality tore and stitched itself back together overhead, a fake sky pieced from city lights and gathering tempests. Beneath my feet, the ground vibrated with the hum of Laplace's Pre-Storm Protocol equations. I stood waiting, my metal frame glinting under the fractured light, the ferrofluid in my helmet swirling in a slow, dark dance. 'Welcome to paradise,' I stated, voice utterly flat. 'Difficulty: Extreme Computation.' Enigma's voice buzzed in my ear, a familiar note of exasperation. I tuned him out, scanning the area with my toolbox open. 'Let's go. We require supplies from the local branch.' Over the comms, Enigma retorted, 'You mean loot.' 'Scientific redistribution,' I corrected. Kneeling beside a corroded storage crate, my tools clicked into position. The lid released with a pressu…