[Black screen. Eerie silence.]
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkDxUIPOG80
NARRATOR (V.O.)
“In the grand, frozen junkyard of space known as Iresans, the humans are dead. Long gone. Poof. Like your diet plan.”
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY7K1s15iJu
[Slow pan across Central City’s towering walls, frosted buildings, neon signs flickering. Everything looks like a mix of rundown tech and IKEA furniture that got sent to hell.]
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW8pb9ekPjv
NARRATOR (V.O.)
“All that’s left now? Robots. Thousands of them. Living their best lives—working, dating, occasionally blowing each other up. You know, just like humanity… but shinier and way more judgmental.”
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbZyn2NbDAG
[Close-up on a Vision Tech mug being filled with steaming machine oil. It cracks, leaks, then explodes.]
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlYYwuGdPtV
NARRATOR (V.O.)
“Vision Tech made everything—mugs, memory chips, ‘robot intimacy’ kits. Not judging. They also might’ve caused the apocalypse. Small detail.”
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTxKNvzAuhp
[CUT TO: A dark alley just outside the city gate. Snow whips through the air. JASON GEARMAN stands there—tall, slim, made of sleek combat-grade alloy. One foot on a downed Purification bot.]
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv4IgIXcaZn
[His right hand transforms into a gleaming axe.]
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr1M2YcWcnF
JASON
(flatly)
“Another one bites the—wait, no. That's copyrighted.”
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡomsIlSXPvZ
[Something moves fast in the snow. Jason’s arm morphs mid-turn into a railcannon. He fires without hesitation. A Purification bot's torso sails off-screen. Silence. Steam.]
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbXh6JaAyCo
JASON
(dry)
“Oh no. My peaceful afternoon ruined. Again.”
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMuwl4L1cpq
[His arm shifts back to a regular hand. He bends down, scoops some oil from the wreckage into a portable canister, and flicks a bit of shrapnel off his shoulder.]
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ADtnp8Q1E
JASON
“Breakfast.”
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFox9lNKn6Q
NARRATOR (V.O.)
“That’s Jason Gearman. Security bot. Railcannon arm. Flexibility of a dancer. Charm of a toaster. He’s what you send when you want a problem erased and a one-liner tossed on top.”
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOiij4khECz
[Jason checks his wrist display. It beeps and flashes: "Threat Level: Still Dumb."]
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡofYvFFH8eu
JASON
“Can’t argue with that.”
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLjWrnkTAQY
[Title screen slams on with glitchy letters and a buzz: “ROBOTIC ESSENCES”]
89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSY4CCWS7kX
NARRATOR (V.O.)
“Welcome to Central City. Please keep your limbs and wires inside the wall at all times.”
ns3.145.180.66da2
