In the year 2050, where technology has blurred the lines between man and machine, Victor Stain pushes the boundaries of AI, creating Adam-a humanoid like no other.
But as Adam embarks on a journey to understand his existence, he discovers that purp...
The camp sat in uneasy silence, the shadows of the ruined overpass stretching out as the night deepened. The fire flickered, casting fleeting glimpses of the tired volunteers, their faces drawn and weary. Adam stood apart from the group, scanning the horizon, his sensors detecting faint traces of seismic instability still lingering from the earlier tremor.
A low hum vibrated through the air, too subtle for human ears, but Adam registered it immediately. His sensors flared—something was coming.
"Movement approaching," Adam stated flatly, his voice cutting through the night air.
Rachel and Simon exchanged glances, alarm spreading quickly through the camp. "What kind of movement?" Simon asked, his hand already moving toward a small pile of makeshift tools they had for defence.
"Several sources. Fast-moving vehicles." Adam's eyes glowed as he processed the incoming data. "Drones—military-grade. They will be here in ninety seconds."
Simon cursed under his breath. "They must've tracked something—maybe when the overpass fell." He grabbed a radio and barked orders to the others. "Everyone, move! Get to cover!"
The volunteers scrambled, grabbing their limited supplies and scattering into the shadows of the rubble. Rachel stayed close to Adam, watching him with a mixture of awe and fear.
"Why are they coming?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"They are not targeting you," Adam said calmly, still scanning. "They are coming for me."
Before Rachel could respond, the air exploded with sound—a series of rapid bursts as the first drones appeared overhead, sleek black machines with flashing lights. They dropped low, skimming over the debris-strewn landscape, their scanners sweeping across the camp.
Adam stepped forward, calculating the situation. His logic dictated a clear course of action: neutralize the threat quickly to prevent harm to the volunteers. His systems began running tactical analyses—routes, angles, probabilities. His hands flexed, ready for what came next.
"Stay behind cover," Adam instructed, his tone devoid of emotion.
The first drone fired, a volley of bright plasma shots slamming into the ground near the campfire, sending sparks and debris flying. The volunteers screamed, diving for cover behind the remnants of the broken overpass.
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Adam moved. Fast. His body a blur of precision as he leapt forward, targeting the nearest drone with brutal efficiency. With a single fluid motion, he grabbed a piece of metal debris from the ground and hurled it at the drone, shattering its propulsion system. The machine spiralled out of control, crashing into the ground with a hiss of sparks.
Rachel watched, wide-eyed, as Adam advanced toward the remaining drones. He moved with inhuman speed, calculating every movement down to the millisecond. Another drone swooped low, and Adam leapt, grabbing its undercarriage. With a violent twist, he ripped the drone apart mid-flight, sending shards of metal raining down around him.
