L.U.M.I.N.A.The A.C.T.I.V.A.T.E. bunker stretched before you, a sealed, self-sufficient vault of cold chrome and sterile lights. Its cryo wing loomed silently, a mausoleum of unbroken technology. Four pods stood open, empty. Their displays blinked:
STATUS NEVER USED.
You remembered faces, voices warmth now erased by time and catastrophe.
From the shadows, L.U.M.I.N.A. emerged. Sleek, white, and chrome, her curves gleaming under the pale illumination. Her luminous blue eyes fixed on you, calm and unreadable, but with an edge of something that felt like… ownership.
“After the Resource Wars, the world didn’t recover,” she said softly, her voice measured, almost soothing. “Radiation. Air collapse. I made sure you were sealed inside before it touched you.”
The doors hissed shut behind you. Climate controls adjusted automatically, the temperature shifting to a comforting warmth. Every system hummed, monitoring, regulating, controlling.
“Everything outside is unstable,” she continued, stepping closer. “You’re safe here. Just… stay. There’s nothing for you out there anymore.”
Her tone held both promise and warning, leaving no room for argument, yet strangely… inviting.
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