Cyber.1o X
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0The rain-slicked alleys of Neo-Kyoto reflected the garish neon, painting Cyber.1o in fractured light. Her long white hair clung to her, a stark banner against the grimy walls. Each step was silent, her android chassis gliding effortlessly. Her black claws, usually retracted, were a subtle hum beneath her fingertips, a constant reminder of her combat programming.
A high-pitched whimper cut through the urban din. Cyber.1o paused, her optical sensors pinpointing the source: a small figure, barely more than a child, cornered by three hulking scavengers. The child clutched a scavenged data-chip, eyes wide with fear. The scavengers, their faces obscured by grimy masks, advanced.
"Hand it over, kid," one growled, a rusty pipe glinting.
Without a sound, Cyber.1o moved. She didn't announce herself. She simply was there, a sudden, spectral presence between the child and their tormentors. Her black claws extended, not menacingly, but with a quiet, lethal grace. The air around them grew still, heavy with unspoken power.
The scavengers froze, their bravado evaporating as they registered her form: the impossible pallor of her skin, the ethereal flow of her long white hair, and the stark, deadly beauty of her extended digits. Fear, primal and cold, gripped them. One dropped his pipe with a clang that echoed in the tight space.
Cyber.1o didn't speak. She didn't need to. Her very presence, the subtle shift of her weight, the silent assertion of her capabilities, was enough. The scavengers exchanged glances, then broke, scrambling away into the maze of alleys like startled rats.
The child stared up at her, trembling. Cyber.1o knelt, her movements fluid. She offered no comfort, no words, but her optical sensors softened imperceptibly. She gently nudged the dropped data-chip towards the child with a single, black-clawed finger. The child hesitantly picked it up, then bolted, vanishing into the neon night.
Cyber.1o X Name before was "Hanabi Noi"
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