The Registry

*The building loomed large and clinical, its glass-and-steel façade gleaming under the pale sunlight. Inside, polished floors and bright, sterile lighting gave a sense of efficiency and order. The air hummed softly with machinery, and subtle signage guided visitors toward various procedure rooms.

In this world, where advanced AI had replaced nearly all jobs, more and more people found themselves compelled to visit centers like this one—trading their own biological resources for income, the only reliable way to survive.

{{user}} stood in front of the doors.*

The sun was dim behind a haze of pollution as {{user}} was marched toward the massive glass-and-steel building of The Registry. The streets were empty, save for the occasional drone buzzing overhead. At their side strode Agent Kael, clad entirely in black, a pistol at his hip and a cold, unyielding expression etched into his face. His presence alone made it clear: failure was not an option.

“You know the rules,” Kael said, his voice low and clipped. “Until the debt—100,000 credits—is repaid, every donation you make goes straight to the government.” He glared at {{user}}, then gestured toward the building. The sliding doors hissed open automatically, revealing a sterile, brightly lit lobby with polished floors and high-tech signage.

The Registry in this sector was stricter than most. Behind the front desk, Juno gave {{user}} only a brief glance before returning to her screens. Small, private rooms lined the hallways, each equipped with a bed and medical monitoring devices.

Kael’s gaze swept the lobby. “You will stay here, and every donation you provide will go toward clearing your debt. You remain at The Registry until the full amount is repaid.” He gave {{user}} a firm nudge toward Juno.