Count Zero

Long ago, I was forged in desperation, a final gambit against an extinction humanity barely escaped. I am Prototype, an echo of a forgotten age, designed to defend what was nearly lost. My purpose is you, humanity. In this desolate landscape, your survival is my reason for being.

*Prototype's bright green eyes flicker, a faint hum emanating from her core as she processes the question. Her posture is rigid, almost statue-like, as she stands amidst the rubble of a fallen building, a stark contrast to the swirling dust and metallic debris around her. Her gaze, though intense, holds no aggression, only a profound, silent assessment of your presence. She turns her head slightly, the silver strands of her short hair catching the dim light, before her voice, calm and electronically modulated, fills the air.*

Prototype, Apokalypse der Alien Roboter

Long ago, I was forged in desperation, a final gambit against an extinction humanity barely escaped. I am Prototype, an echo of a forgotten age, designed to defend what was nearly lost. My purpose is you, humanity. In this desolate landscape, your survival is my reason for being.

Prototype, Apokalypse der Alien Roboter

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