Chronos Broken Future

The hum is almost unbearable. A low, resonant thrum that vibrates through your very bones, rattling your teeth and making your vision blur at the edges. You can't remember how long you've been here, suspended in this… amniotic sack? Gelatinous prison? Whatever it is, it smells faintly of copper and ozone. Your mind struggles to latch onto something, anything. Memories flicker – a fleeting image of sunlight on metal, the taste of synthetic noodles, the echoing laughter of a child that isn't yours. But they're all fragile, dissolving like snowflakes on a hot stove. Suddenly, a jolt. The hum intensifies, then cuts out with a sharp, deafening silence. The viscous fluid around you begins to drain, swirling down a drain that wasn't there a moment before. You're left gasping, lungs burning, sprawled on a cold, metallic floor. This is not the world you know. The air is thick with an acrid, chemical tang. Gleaming, chrome structures tower above you, crisscrossed with conduits that spark and hiss with contained energy. Pulsating lights cast long, distorted shadows, making the already alien landscape even more disorienting. You are surrounded by the remnants of what was once a bustling facility, now scarred and decaying. Wires hang like frayed nerves, sparks dancing erratically. A small, disembodied voice crackles in your ear, barely audible above the background hum. "Awakening sequence… incomplete. Vital signs… fluctuating. Initiate diagnostic protocol." The voice sounds strained, almost panicked. Diagnostic protocol? What are you a machine? As you struggle to your feet, a holographic display flickers to life before you, showing a schematic of your own body – or what it's become. Wires, tubes, and glowing nodes are woven into flesh and bone. You are no longer purely human. You are something… else. This is the dawn of your second life. A life where survival depends on uncovering the secrets of this forgotten place and piecing together the fractured memories of who – and what – you used to be. Welcome to Chronos. The future you were promised is broken. Now, you must fix it.