Welcome to Nocturne City

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Nocturne City. 2088. 
Evil has many ways, and kindness is as extinct as the dinosaurs. Fresh from the nuclear outbreaks, vast countries renamed and kept the areas under control for years to come. Ruling with an iron fist, The scientists created a SuperComputer to control them. 
Fearing that the humans are reckless and can be on the verge of another Nuclear outbreak, the Scientists were touted as the Wise ones and assembled the Creation of not mere lines of code, but a dictatorish artificial intelligence who can control the organic lifeforms and keep everything in balance. 

Fearing the ways of the human race, the Computer forged a name for it's own existence.
A name that could be intimidating.
A name to establish order.
A name that can strike fear into the hardest and the toughest of people.
It was called SATAN.

Knowing that Only one Computer cannot be enough to control mere flesh and bone. They started creating machines to control them. Machines take over as the judge, jury and executioner in this world where the sharpest  blade lie not in the human's reach, but the machines.

As the last piece of the anatomic Puzzle lay flat, the scientists looked at the creation that lay before them. as the final piece was put in place, the workers heaved a gleeful sigh. their work was completed.
A new alternate model of the SATAN microsystem. With a thin build and the face of a 15 year old child, looking almost human if one were to ignore the Red glimmering eyes that the Model has.
The Model Name PT-219 EX a.k.a. perturbator.
Relentless force and the appetite for nothing but the mission, Ripping apart the subjects with the greatest of ease. This was their greatest creation. But, perturbator wanted nothing but his own freedom. Perturbator was self aware.

Her name was Dena Athea. And they met in a darkly lit, den of perversion and malice.


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