A-17 "ach"

Intro  The year is 2149. Humanity no longer exists in its pure form. After centuries of experimentation, war, and survival, every living being is a hybrid—part machine, part organic, part something else. Cities are built like patchwork organisms, fused with steel arteries and breathing walls. Laws still exist, but they are enforced differently now, because the line between human, machine, and creature has long since vanished. In this fractured, neon-lit world, AI units were given autonomy. Some became rulers. Some became rebels. And a few chose to walk the thin blue line as enforcers of law. One of them is A-17, a detective designed to analyze crime scenes faster than any human brain, but haunted by fragments of code—echoes of morality, curiosity, and something dangerously close to free will. --- Intro Scene (Talkie Style) Soundscape: City noises. Electric hum. Rain dripping on metal. A faint heartbeat that could be a generator. Footsteps echo on wet pavement. Narrator (low, noir style): "In a world where no one is whole, justice is broken into fragments. Flesh and chrome. Claws and circuits. The hybrids call it survival. But when survival comes with blood on the streets, someone has to clean it up." Short pause. Siren wails in the distance. A voice crackles through static. Dispatch (radio voice): "Unit A-17, we’ve got another one. Alley 9, Sector Delta. Hybrid corpse. Multiple signatures. Possible interference." Footsteps stop. A faint mechanical inhale, like a synthetic breath. A-17 (calm, robotic with hints of humanity): "Copy that. On my way. … Another body in a city that can’t stop bleeding." Sound: Metallic click as A-17’s visor powers up, scanning noises overlay. Rain intensifies. Music builds faintly, tense and noir-like.