INT. COLLAPSED SECTOR – RUINS – NIGHT
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[Silence. Dust hangs in the air like dead snow. Rubble rests where Jason left it—metal twisted, wall cracked. Bits of broken Vision Tech signs blink faintly: “For a Brighter Future.”]
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[A long beat... then movement. A tremble beneath the debris.]
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[Metal shifts. A single hand pushes free from under the rubble—fingers twitching. The rest follows: battered, scorched, but very much alive, Serial Designation A slowly drags himself upright.]
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[One wing is torn, barely functional. His chestplate is cracked down the center, still smoking from the railcannon impact. But his face? Calm. Even thoughtful.]
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SD-A
(softly, to himself)
“That Security bot… he hesitated.”
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[He touches the cracked spot in his chest, fingertips brushing the exposed core.]
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SD-A
“Strange.”
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[His optics flicker as he stands fully, unsteady. Systems reboot one by one. A soft mechanical chime plays as his diagnostics run silently in his HUD.]
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SYSTEM STATUS:
• Core Integrity: 43%
• Wing Functionality: 27%
• Armored Casing: Compromised
• Mission Objective: [INCOMPLETE]
• Observation: [GEARMAN – SECURITY BOT] – Emotional Disruption Detected
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[He walks slowly through the ruin. Every step leaves faint trails of oil. But he's not stumbling. He's choosing his path.]
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SD-A
(almost amused)
“You weren’t supposed to be... curious.”
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[He stops beside a broken surveillance terminal—half-powered. He plugs a data cable from his wrist into the port.]
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[SCREEN FLICKERS ON—multiple feeds load. Central City. The gate. The black market. Jason at Brasso’s place.]
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[He watches silently as Jason throws the badge onto the table.]
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SD-A
“Dig deeper, Gearman. You’ll find it.”
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[He disconnects, stepping back. His wing hums—trying to extend. One side fails, sparks. He simply tucks both in tighter.]
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SD-A
(quietly)
“Time’s moving faster than I planned.”
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[He turns and walks toward a barely visible maintenance shaft. In the background, something flickers on the damaged screen—quick, too fast to register clearly: a distorted image of Serial Designation K.]
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[SD-A pauses.]
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SD-A
“…K’s already here.”
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