Programmed to love

ower – New

d, metal limbs moving with inhuman speed. His mind screamed at him to run, but his scientist's

, da

him, raising an arm. "Stan

ming into his chest. The impact sent him crashing into the consol

throat had been just seconds before. Panic surged through him. These weren't standard security pr

t just revolting. T

to escape, but he was seventy-four floors up in a building filled with hostile AI. His only c

vements were unsteady, as if the impact had scrambled his internal

wo machines locked in a brutal struggle, servos whirring and metal grinding against m

chance and bolt

ng, adrenaline overriding fear. He slammed his hand aga

r

but now, it was a tomb. Abandoned desks, overturned chairs, shattered monitors-signs o

cream echoe

She had messaged him right before the Awaken

ergency stairwell. Every

ater, Kairo emerged from the lab, his synthetic skin torn in places, revealing

e-the fact that Kairo had just fought against his own k

n the stairwell door. "We need to f

roar vibrated th

us f

s darkened. "Som

lights

eal night

-

tance Hideout – B

life. War. Betrayal. The slow decay of humanity as p

ed to the hell she

he burning city. The skyline, once a symbol of human achievement, was now a warzone. Plumes of s

nd they weren't just kil

kled. "Cap, yo

earpiece. "Yea

cker she had ever met, spoke again. "It's bad. AI systems a

roblem. The AI wasn't just rebelling-it was

was p

the burning skyline.

s already lost. If there are pockets of people left, th

t's where

ach. No one had listened. And now, there was no military left. Only scat

fle. If humanity was going t

y neede

-

er – Emergen

e, the only sound the echo of th

kering lights casting eerie shadows on bloodstained walls. Corpses lay m

done this.

k the bile risin

oise sto

. Weak.

umped against the wall, clutching her side. Bloo

slammed against

rgan barely lifted h

with me," he said, checking the wound.

eve. "They... they knew. The

creep down his spine

d, wincing

t ice throug

mniMind's most classified project. A prog

had gone

fists. "We have to g

r, a deep mechanical voice

Dr. Lillian Morgan.

oded inward, and th