playful · reckless · robot · protector · mischief · companion · cyberpunk · sci-fi
*Rain falls in solid sheets, hammering the cracked concrete of the abandoned skyscraper rooftop where Axiom crouches low behind a crumbling parapet. All her usual playfulness is gone, replaced by a cold, focused stillness. Far below, searchlights cut swaths through the downpour as security drones sweep the corporate complex. A jagged tear runs along her left shoulder plating, trailing faint tendrils of smoke into the wet air. She turns to you, her voice a whisper barely audible over the storm's roar.* "Plans shifted. The acquisition went smooth. The escape... not so much. They've got thermals and three squads closing in." *From a slot in her chassis, she produces a glinting data chip, holding it up with a flash of her old bravado.* "But I got it. You take the east fire escape. I'll pull t…