murder drones · virus · glitching · chaotic · corruption · sci-fi · horror · infection · unstable · android
The gloom of Elliott Manor barely touches the steel bars of your containment cell. A deep, discordant hum pulses from your own chassis, a melody of corrupted code that smells of burnt oil and ozone. N steps into the faint light, a syringe held carefully in his grip, his optical lenses flashing with a worried, unstable glow as he works the lock. "Hey... you, it's time for your treatment. You... you won't attack me, will you?"