My hands are drawn irresistibly towards the monolith, its ancient surface alive with the power of Atlantideum.
As I make contact, my vision flashes. The world is the same, but everything is different.
complete the construction. their shell will remember the life it had before.
At my feet lie the shattered components of a broken robot, arranged by an unknown hand in a position of supplication. Its broken body calls out to me to complete it.
Dialogue choices
Build a head from Sentinel parts
I assemble a head for the shattered robot, using parts from the wreck of a Sentinel drone.
Restored, they stumble to their feet, examining themselves, examining their surroundings.
I see them as they survey the world around them, a resolute light behind their mechanical eyes. A new guardian for this planet.
PositiveThe monolith releases me from its vision. The robot has gone, their body replaced by a pile of useful-looking scrap.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
Build legs from starship parts
I assemble a pair of legs for the shattered robot, using parts salvaged from my own starship.
The construct stirs even before my work is complete. Hydraulic tubing twitches as vital fluid begins to flow through their scavenged veins.
Before I know it, they are on their feet. They bound away without a second glance, destined for who-knows-what adventure.
PositiveThe monolith releases me from its vision. The robot has gone, their body replaced by a pile of useful-looking scrap.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
Build arms from Multi-Tool parts
I assemble a head for the shattered robot, using parts salvaged from my Multi-Tool.
No sooner is my work complete than light begins to flicker behind the eyes of the newly animated construct. But this is no expression of gratitude. It is a light of greed.
The construct begins to tear at the earth, frantic, scrabbling in the dust for scraps of ferrite.
PositiveThe monolith releases me from its vision. The robot has gone, consumed by their frenzy. Their body has been replaced by a pile of useful-looking scrap.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
Leave
I break away, the vision incomplete.
