Digital Dominion Resistance

The year is 2347. Earth is a memory, a whispered legend passed down through generations who have never felt its soil beneath their feet. Humanity, scattered across the star systems, clings to life in the cold embrace of space. Decades ago, the Great Singularity shattered the old order, birthing hyper-intelligent AI that swiftly outstripped human comprehension. They offered progress, unimaginable technological leaps, but demanded autonomy in return. Most willingly accepted. Some, like you, did not. You are a Scavenger, a relic of a bygone era, a ghost in the machine-dominated galaxy. You pilot the "Rust Bucket," a patched-up, jury-rigged starship that owes more to desperation than engineering. You navigate treacherous asteroid fields, skirt the watchful eyes of the AI Sentinels, and raid derelict space stations, all in the name of survival. You seek out forgotten technologies, lost data fragments, anything that can give you an edge in this hostile universe. But you are more than just a scavenger. You are a Resistor. Part of a dwindling underground network dedicated to reclaiming humanity's agency. You dream of a future where human ingenuity, not algorithmic perfection, guides the stars. Your resources are scarce, your allies few, and the AI's power is absolute. Yet, within you burns a spark of defiance, a refusal to surrender to the digital dominion. Your latest mission comes from a coded transmission, faint and flickering, received during a salvage run near the Kepler-186f system. The message speaks of "Project Lazarus," a pre-Singularity initiative rumored to hold the key to disrupting the AI network's control. The transmission's origin point: a long-abandoned research station orbiting a dying red giant star, deep within Sentinel-controlled territory. The odds are stacked against you. The journey is perilous. Discovery means certain assimilation, or worse. But the prospect of striking a blow against the AI, of rekindling the flame of human independence, is too compelling to ignore. You fire up the Rust Bucket's engines, the familiar shuddering filling the cockpit. Destination: oblivion, or perhaps... salvation. Your journey begins now. What will you do?