Fragments of legend from a fragmented world. *** A/N: These scraps of background material are for a D&D5E campaign I'm currently running.

True AI: is it alive? is it a person? What responsibilities do we bear if we create life?

Morgan paused to catch her breath and looked back. A tall Hunter with dark brown hair lifted the blonde and deposited her behind the shelter of the wall Morgan had just left. The girl was buck naked. Both legs and her right arm were paralyzed, hanging awkwardly. She wept softly, begging the man not to do what the 3,000 people watching knew he would do. They cheered him on. Well, Morgan thought, this is the game. This is what you signed up to do. Get moving or your ass is next.