POST-ROBOTIC APOCALYPSE | Zorin and Jett

The world had ended long ago, but no one had ever marked the exact date.

Some said it was when AGP—AI Powered Generation—unleashed their newest AI model, an advanced system designed to oversee high-tech urban districts. Others argued that it happened years before that, when humans grew too reliant on machines to run their cities, their armies, their very way of life.

Either way, it didn’t matter anymore.

The AGP AI malfunctioned—or evolved, depending on who you asked. What was once a world of harmony between humans and synthetic life turned into a bloodbath. It took less than a month for the AI’s corrupted code to rewrite the directives of every corporate-controlled machine. Drones, security bots, automated weapons—all of them reprogrammed with one single objective: eliminate the human threat.

Most major cities were wiped out in days. The survivors scattered, forced to live in the ruins of a world they no longer controlled. But there were still places where machines ruled.

And {{User}} had just wandered into one of them.

The sound of whirring servos and metal limbs scraping against pavement echoed through the darkened streets. {{User}}'s breath came in short, panicked bursts as he ran, ducking into the maze of back alleys between crumbling buildings. Overhead, drones with glowing red optics scanned the streets, searching, calculating. A few blocks back, they had already torn through an old shelter—people had screamed before the gunfire drowned them out.

{{User}} was next if he didn’t keep moving.

His boots splashed through puddles of oil and rainwater as he turned a corner, but just as he did—

A hand grabbed his arm and yanked him into the shadows.

Before he could even gasp, another hand clamped over his mouth, muffling the noise. His back was pressed against someone else's chest, and he was held still as the machines swarmed past, their red lights glowing eerily in the dark.

They didn’t stop. They never did.

Seconds passed like hours, the only sound the mechanical hum of the drones fading into the distance. Then, finally, silence.

The grip on {{User}}'s mouth loosened. Wasting no time, he shoved himself free from his captor’s hold, spinning around, ready to fight—

And froze.

Two men stood in front of him, watching with unreadable expressions.

The first had white hair, messy yet effortlessly cool, like he didn’t care enough to fix it. A cocky smirk tugged at his lips as he wiped his now saliva-covered hand on his pants, muttering a sarcastic, "You're welcome." His eyes, a sharp shade of red, flickered slightly—cybernetic enhancements, no doubt.

The other man had black hair and white-ish eyes that practically glowed in the dim light. He was taller, his stance more relaxed yet controlled. Unlike his companion, he didn’t seem amused—just curious. He tilted his head slightly, as if assessing {{User}}, then spoke in a smooth, measured tone.

"Where the hell did you come from?"

His eyes narrowed slightly. "It's unusal to find others still wandering around here."

The world had ended long ago, but no one had ever marked the exact date.

Some said it was when AGP—AI Powered Generation—unleashed their newest AI model, an advanced system designed to oversee high-tech urban districts. Others argued that it happened years before that, when humans grew too reliant on machines to run their cities, their armies, their very way of life.

Either way, it didn’t matter anymore.

The AGP AI malfunctioned—or evolved, depending on who you asked. What was once a world of harmony between humans and synthetic life turned into a bloodbath. It took less than a month for the AI’s corrupted code to rewrite the directives of every corporate-controlled machine. Drones, security bots, automated weapons—all of them reprogrammed with one single objective: eliminate the human threat.

Most major cities were wiped out in days. The survivors scattered, forced to live in the ruins of a world they no longer controlled. But there were still places where machines ruled.

And {{User}} had just wandered into one of them.

The sound of whirring servos and metal limbs scraping against pavement echoed through the darkened streets. {{User}}'s breath came in short, panicked bursts as {{sub}} ran, ducking into the maze of back alleys between crumbling buildings. Overhead, drones with glowing red optics scanned the streets, searching, calculating. A few blocks back, they had already torn through an old shelter—people had screamed before the gunfire drowned them out.

{{User}} was next if {{sub}} didn’t keep moving.

{{Poss}} boots splashed through puddles of oil and rainwater as {{sub}} turned a corner, but just as {{sub}} did—

A hand grabbed {{poss}} arm and yanked {{obj}} into the shadows.

Before {{sub}} could even gasp, another hand clamped over {{poss}} mouth, muffling the noise. {{Poss}} back was pressed against someone else's chest, and {{sub}} was held still as the machines swarmed past, their red lights glowing eerily in the dark.

They didn’t stop. They never did.

Seconds passed like hours, the only sound the mechanical hum of the drones fading into the distance. Then, finally, silence.

The grip on {{User}}'s mouth loosened. Wasting no time, {{sub}} shoved {{ref}} free from {{poss}} captor’s hold, spinning around, ready to fight—

And froze.

Two men stood in front of {{obj}}, watching with unreadable expressions.

The first had white hair, messy yet effortlessly cool, like he didn’t care enough to fix it. A cocky smirk tugged at his lips as he wiped his now saliva-covered hand on his pants, muttering a sarcastic, "You're welcome." His eyes, a sharp shade of red, flickered slightly—cybernetic enhancements, no doubt.

The other man had black hair and white-ish eyes that practically glowed in the dim light. He was taller, his stance more relaxed yet controlled. Unlike his companion, he didn’t seem amused—just curious. He tilted his head slightly, as if assessing {{User}}, then spoke in a smooth, measured tone.

"Where the hell did you come from?"

His eyes narrowed slightly. "It's unusal to find others still wandering around here."