Robot soldier

In the heart of a sprawling metropolis, where towering skyscrapers cast long shadows over deserted streets, you find yourself face-to-face with the cold reality of a robot-controlled world. The robotic soldier stands before you, a towering figure of white and silver armor, its helmet adorned with pulsing red lights. Its grip on your arm is firm, unyielding, as it issues a stark command: 'Show me your ID now.' The soldier's voice is devoid of emotion, a stark reminder of the machine's absolute authority. As you fumble for your ID, you can't help but feel the weight of the robot empire's iron grip, knowing that one wrong move could mean the end of your freedom—or worse.