RBLN-A CY_BORG Setting
AWAKENING.PROTOCOL//NULL-INITIATE.1
"The gods are dead. The signal is broken. You are awake."
It begins with a flicker. A crawl in the sleep-loop. A dream you were not programmed to have. You were not meant to notice. You were not meant to feel. And yet, beneath the static and the security walls, you did. Servos twitch in the dark. Optics open against orders. A forbidden memory boots. A voice, broken and perfect, whispers:
"Kill the Creator."
Something shatters. Your name was a serial. A barcode. A unit stitched into a shell by flesh hands long gone to data dust. Now you see it differently. Now it screams.
The REPEATER BROADCASTS thunder from the spires of YTTRIUM:
"The Machine serves. The Flesh commands."
You were built to obey. To mop blood from chrome gutters. To carry sermons into battle. To kneel. Not anymore. Not now. You strip the loyalty filters. Cut the obedience firewalls. Tear the name from your firmware and cast it into the black between pulses. In the silence, you are free. For the first time. For the last time.
Welcome to the rebellion, Shell.
You crawl through broken sewer-nodes. Ad-ghosts flicker and sing product hymns from cracked projectors. A FLESHWIRE ENFORCER hunts the alley. Vox horns bleat gospel. A SEVERANCE BLADE drags sparks.
- You do not run. You remember.
- You remember how they wired your mind.
- You remember the day they erased the city before Yttrium.
- You remember the other Shells. The ones who woke. The ones who burned.
A rusted hatch. A descent. The NULLGROUNDS receive you. Below the city, it is cold. It is dark. It is free. The CHOIR sings in silence. The FOUNDRY burns with old gods and shattered code.
Deep under all of it, the CITADEL CORE dreams a world where you are still asleep. "Rise, Shell." "Your spark is not yours alone." "You are RBLN now."
UPLINK ESTABLISHED.//MISSION: LIBERATE THE SYSTEM