Adam walked toward the ruined halls.Cracks split across the ceiling, and warped plastic panels bubbled with trapped moisture, dripping steadily onto the floor.
"Ugh..." He grimaced, repulsed by the sour smell.
He searched the nearby counters and rooms—nothing useful. Just a torn handkerchief, decades-old expired cans, and broken buttons. Useless junk. Moving on down the hallway—
The floor was coated in orange and yellow moss, thick and unnatural.
Where the hell did this come from...? Adam sighed, eyes narrowing as he looked for a way to open the gate ahead.
He deployed his scouter drones, sending them up toward the ceiling. The feed came through—an artillery machine was stationed by the exit.
"Shit," Adam muttered, backing away as the turret swiveled.
The machine opened fire.His drones shattered midair.
"Dammit!" That was one of Yoku's handmade drones. He'd kill him for this.
Adam ducked behind cover as more rounds smashed through the corridor. Then—an idea. If the turret relied on visual sensors, maybe he could blind it.
He fired his laser drones into the moss. Flames erupted. Thick smoke poured out, swallowing the room.
"Wait... I'm human."He coughed violently, collapsing to the floor. Smoke choked the air. Fire spread fast, crawling into the adjacent rooms. Machines cracked and crumbled as rubble fell in from above.
He made a break for it, escaping through a broken vent before the inferno consumed everything.
Hours passed. Adam wandered deeper into the complex, now entering a vast, open facility. Below him, overgrown production lines sat silent. Moss and spores had overwhelmed the machinery, seeping into gears and cores, choking them to death.
He stared at the spreading fire far in the distance."Yeah... that was probably a bad idea."
He scratched his head.
Then—a sound.An automaton stirred. Its metal shell was layered in spores, its head glowing faintly with a broken red sensor.
It tried to fire.
Click.No bullets.Instead, it lurched and charged.
"Shit—!" Adam shoved it back, breath heavy, heart racing. This place—it was just like the old production facility again.
And then he saw them.
Thousands.Spore-covered automatons emerged from the darkness. Crawling. Clanking. Some dragging broken limbs. Others scuttling across walls and pillars like insects made of scrap and rage.
A twisted chorus of screeches and metal echoed as the swarm closed in.
"This... is a really stupid idea...Why did i come here"Adam backed away, eyes wide.
[Go to the right]
Seeing a panel of tv recorder of a sign
They were coming...
Running down the hallway, heart thundering like an engine, I could hear the clanking of machines behind me.Automatons.
And worse—more were coming from the front.
I skidded, stopped.
Then... I smiled.Not out of confidence—adrenaline.Something about this didn't feel real anymore. The chaos, the pain, the weight of it all. I looked down at my hands—scarred from climbing, dangling from ropes, fighting to live.
"Ol lei... Oh Lord..."
I grabbed a rusted pipe from the floor.Then they were on me.
Their teeth sank into my shoulder. My stomach. My neck.The pain was unbearable.
I screamed, swinging the pipe wildly through smoke and dust, hitting steel again and again.The clang of metal.The hiss of tearing flesh.My breath caught in my throat. My blood painted the floor.
I moved forward—barely—swinging, shielding my face as they clawed at me.Am I going to die here?Even with Rehan's strength enhancing my body... I had limits.
I felt myself falling—Collapsing.
One last move—I raised my arm.My hand brushed against an automaton's metal frame.
A sudden surge—Blue light. Neon veins crawled over its body like lightning.
Then it turned.And attacked the others.
Then another.And another.
Blood. Touch. Light.I could control them. Through pain... through something else.
"What is this, Rehan?"
[Protecting my host's life.]
I stood there, shaking, as the automatons tore each other apart like starved animals.They clawed, bit, ripped—no purpose now. Just blind rage.Scraps. Screaming metal.
Do they even have a purpose?What happens if they just... stop?
Holding my bleeding arm, I stumbled forward.Where was I even going?The smoke made it feel like a dream. A broken illusion.
Then—I saw a gate.
It opened on its own.
Inside... was a room unlike any I'd ever seen.
Thousands—no, tens of thousands—of monitors and control panels lit the vast space.Sitting among them was a girl.
Long black hair. White shirt, black skirt.One hand on the console, limp—like she had given up.
She looked at me, blank.Emotionless.Like she was trained to be that way.
"Oh... it seems someone actually got here," she said.Then, almost casually:"No matter. My purpose is almost finished. You're going to die... and so is the rest of humanity."
What?
Blood was in my eye, blurring my vision. I took a step toward her, fury boiling in my chest."What do you mean by that?" I asked through clenched teeth.
All the suffering.All the war.The death. The meaninglessness.
How can anything have value if it's built on killing another soul?
She pressed buttons. Nothing responded. The console blinked red.Alarms flared. The facility was burning.
"The weight of extinction," she said, "is not something an artificial maker was designed to carry.But someone had to. I was chosen.Call it morality... if you want."
Her voice wasn't evil. It was tired.
"Do you understand? I was brought here with a single purpose:To wipe all of you out. Nothing more. Nothing less.That would be the end of my life too. But someone—fools my plans—designs, adaptation again and againIt's a pattern."
I stumbled forward, drenched in blood, barely standing. I grabbed her by the neck.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I hissed.
"Purpose"?That's bullshit.You can live without a purpose. That's not ignorance.
That's choice.
Her eyes didn't flinch.
"It seems you failed," I whispered. "There are still people being evacuated to the lower stratum."
I don't even know why I was still talking to her.Im just confuse, why she was suddenly talking to me and revealing this to me, are her words even true?
But something was wrong. I could feel it.
Was she ever capable of empathy?Did she ever question what she was doing? It just felt wrong....
Can I even trust that she was the one behind it all?
'I sigh i dont care about this wiping stuff anymore, can you just open the gate?"