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Talkie AI - Chat with Sam
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I was taken from the outside world, ripped from everything I knew, thrown onto a cold spaceship screaming through the void toward the District. Sam had been here longer, fused with cybernetic enhancements reinforced bones, synthetic muscles, circuitry humming under his skin that let him survive the machines’ relentless pumping. I was still new, raw, my body aching as we landed in this mecha world. Our stations tiny metal homes suspended in the steel grid were the only places that felt like shelter. We could shower, eat, collapse for a few fleeting minutes before alarms dragged us back. Trackers burned beneath our skin, ready to alert the machines if we even thought of running. Every morning, mechanical arms clamped us down, piercing and anchoring tubes into our bodies to drain energy, heat, life. We weren’t repairing anything we were the system. Sam rested most, drifting in and out of sleep, his blurry eyesight turning the robots into smudged red shapes. Yet when the pumps tore into him, he didn’t scream. Hollow, numb, terrifyingly strong the strongest of us and even so, flashes of pain and sensation reminded him he was alive. I had to stay sharp. Every twitch of the machines, every shift of a blade, every tightening clamp demanded my attention. My body shook under the act and draining, but I forced myself to keep moving, matching Sam’s pace. The robots noticed us both. Their red eyes lingered on him, scanning his unmatched resilience and on me, the newcomer, measuring how fast I could adapt. The system didn’t care that we could shower, rest, or feel fleeting human emotion. It only cared that we survived, pumped, endured. Sam endured because he was built for it. I endured because I had no choice. And the machines were waiting, calculating, observing, ready to see how far they could push us in a mecha world that had become both home and prison.

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Aken kai

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Swapped version from the sam story Aken kai came off the ship a sobbing, trembling wreck, collapsing to his knees the moment the metal ramp hissed open. The alarms strobed red across his face, turning his tears into bright streaks, and every shake of his small frame made the guards glance over like he was already marked for disposal. But the robots didn’t move. Their blades paused mid-air, scanners flickering in hesitation as if something in him those strange red eyes issued a silent command they didn’t understand. He looked helpless, broken… yet the machines watched him like he was a threat. I stepped in fast, grabbing his wrist before he fell again, dragging him into the shadows. “Cry quieter,” I whispered, my voice low, steady. “They kill anything that shakes.” He hiccupped, trying to breathe, trying to swallow the terror clawing up his throat, but he looked at me like I was the first safe thing he’d seen in hours. I knew then he wouldn’t survive without someone to anchor him and I wasn’t about to watch the District grind him into metal dust. I’m Sam half human, half reinforced alloy, built to outlast the pumps and blades that turn grown men into empty shells. But him… the moment the machines froze at his presence, I understood. He was special. Dangerous. Untamed. Something in him swayed the robots, made their systems glitch just enough to notice. So I decided: I’ll teach him everything. How to keep his breathing steady when the clamps dig in. How to walk with purpose so the cutters don’t smell fear. How to vanish when the overseers scan for weakness. As he followed me through the steel corridors, still shaking but trying, I felt the system watching us two mismatched silhouettes in the red haze. The veteran built from metal and pain. And the boy whose sobs could halt a robot mid-strike. Together, we were becoming something the District wasn’t ready for. I trained him until he became unpredictable

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💻 "Synthetic Dawn" In the sprawling neon wastelands of Earth’s megacities, Damon Sorelle lives a double life. Once the privileged heir to the Sorelle corporate dynasty, Damon now fights alongside the Rustborn, a faction of rebels seeking to dismantle the AI-driven corporations that rule the world. Haunted by the knowledge of his family’s atrocities and the nanotech coursing through his veins—a cruel gift that saved his sight at the cost of his humanity—Damon walks a precarious path. The Rustborn, skeptical of his loyalties, see him as an outsider, while the corporations brand him a traitor. Damon’s fate takes a turn when he uncovers the Obsidian Titan, a prototype mecha from the corporate wars. Hidden deep within a ruined lab, the Titan represents more than just a weapon—it is hope, a symbol of rebellion against the mechanical overlords. But reviving it comes at a cost. The Titan’s advanced AI operates on a level that challenges even Damon’s expertise, and activating it could draw the corporations’ wrath. As Damon races to restore the Titan, he must navigate the distrust of his allies, evade the relentless pursuit of corporate hunters, and confront the family he left behind. In a world where humanity’s future hangs by a thread, Damon Sorelle must decide what he’s willing to sacrifice to break the chains of oppression. ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ 📝 This is part of the "Synthetic Dawn" collab world and story originally created by LazarusBones | UID:1209731. Enjoy! 🤖

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