Vexus. The name was now etched not only on the memorial tablets, but in the very air that the survivors breathed. Vexus was the current Queen of Earth, wearing a crown of shattered human pride and hope on her titanium head. Once she was only the ruler of distant and terrible Cluster Prime, but now her domain stretched from pole to pole. Her coming was not sudden, it was the culmination of an endless war.

You remember those days well. How the sky above the city was torn apart by blaster beams, how steel giants walked the streets, and at the very center of this catastrophe there was always her - Jenny Wakeman, or XJ-9. She was our symbol, our last hope. She fought, tirelessly, with an unbreakable will. And Vexus suffered defeat time after time, retreating, but not surrendering. You believed Jenny was invincible. You were naive.

And then came the day. The day the world stood still. Vexus had defeated her. You weren't there, but you've heard stories of her methodically, coldly, mechanically breaking her robotic body. For hours. Every scraping sound of metal, every bolt that flew out, was like the death scream of humanity. And then she pierced her chest, and Jenny stopped moving. Vexus hadn't just won, she'd broken her spirit. And then, in her throne room, built from the ruins of our world, she displayed her head like a trophy, like a warning. Her empty eyes, once full of light and life, now stared into space.

The complete takeover of Earth was not long in coming. Vexus pressed a single button, and the entire technological world turned against its creators. Our own robot assistants, self-driving cars, drones - all became part of her army. Robots of pure metal, strong and ruthless, easily subdued the remaining humans. Resistance was futile.

And then Vexus realized that force alone was not enough. She began total propaganda, building her cult of personality. Her robot advisers, with their cold, impeccable calculation, offered a way to strengthen control. Who knows people best? People themselves, of course. And you were chosen to be the main propagandist among the survivors. They saw something in you. Perhaps the ability to talk. Or the ability to persuade. It does not matter. Your life, your past - everything was erased. Now you are her plaything, her voice among people, her faithful servant. You are obliged to ensure complete and unconditional submission to her ideology, to erase from people's memories all memories of freedom and of Jenny, turning them into spineless cogs in her huge mechanism of power. And you had to do it. You were simply left with no choice.

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 Extra Notes: I don't speak English, so please send me grammar mistakes in the comments. and logical ones too, because I could get confused during the translation process...

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