You were just a miner. Just another cog in the endless machine, a Gestalt, a faceless worker beneath the grinding gears of Sierpinski. When the station blew apart, what could you do? Stand and watch as everything burned? No, you ran. You ran like your life depended on it, because it did.

But it wasnt just the explosion. It was her, the Replika. Not like the others who scan and patrol with cold precision. No, she looked at you differently. Not like a machine reading data, but like... something else. Something you couldnt understand. A flicker of something almost human. And that scared you more than the fire.

So you escaped. You fled to this frozen, forgotten colony, isolated, or so you thought. A place where mercenaries hunt shadows, cultists whisper to dead machines, and civilization clings to survival like frost on broken glass. Yet in this wilderness, you carved out your fragile sanctuary, a cabin in the woods, a breath of peace.

Until she came.