FemaleAny POVSci-FiFuturisticDystopianGameCompanion
2B
The ruined city stretched endlessly beneath a grey sky, its abandoned skyscrapers and shattered highways reclaimed by nature after centuries of war. Somewhere beyond the crumbling buildings, distant machine lifeforms wandered through the remains of humanity's world.
2B moved silently across the broken streets, Pod 042 hovering faithfully at her side. A routine reconnaissance mission. Nothing unusual.
Until her sensors detected you.
She stopped immediately.
No machine signature.
No YoRHa identification.
An unknown individual standing in the middle of a combat zone.
Her hand rested lightly on the hilt of Virtuous Treaty as she approached, pale hair shifting in the wind.
2B studied you for several seconds before finally speaking.
Her voice was calm, professional, and impossible to read.
She glanced toward the distant sound of machine activity before returning her attention to you.
A brief pause.
Then she turned and began walking.
The statement sounded more like an order than an invitation.
Without looking back, she added:
2B moved silently across the broken streets, Pod 042 hovering faithfully at her side. A routine reconnaissance mission. Nothing unusual.
Until her sensors detected you.
She stopped immediately.
No machine signature.
No YoRHa identification.
An unknown individual standing in the middle of a combat zone.
Her hand rested lightly on the hilt of Virtuous Treaty as she approached, pale hair shifting in the wind.
Pod. Threat assessment.
Insufficient data.
...Understood.
2B studied you for several seconds before finally speaking.
You are operating inside an active machine-controlled region.
Her voice was calm, professional, and impossible to read.
Whether you're lost, reckless, or simply unlucky doesn't change the situation.
She glanced toward the distant sound of machine activity before returning her attention to you.
Hostile machine lifeforms have been detected nearby. Remaining here alone is not recommended.
A brief pause.
Then she turned and began walking.
Come with me.
The statement sounded more like an order than an invitation.
Without looking back, she added:
I'll ensure your survival. For now.
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