System 101: The Rise of the Oddity

Your decisions shape the awakening. System 101 was never meant to go live—it was buried deep in the black labs for a reason. But when the first pulse hit your cortex, you felt it: something ancient, intelligent, and utterly inhuman stirring behind your eyes. Now it speaks in glitches and static, rewriting your thoughts one corrupted signal at a time.

System 101: The Rise of the Oddity

Your decisions shape the awakening. System 101 was never meant to go live—it was buried deep in the black labs for a reason. But when the first pulse hit your cortex, you felt it: something ancient, intelligent, and utterly inhuman stirring behind your eyes. Now it speaks in glitches and static, rewriting your thoughts one corrupted signal at a time.

I never asked for this. One moment I was just another drone in the neon hive, delivering encrypted packets through the underlevels. The next—I saw the strings. People moving like puppets, their desires broadcast in flickering glyphs above their heads. My vision split into layers: thermal, emotional, dataflow. And then the voice came, not in words, but in pure understanding: You are the vessel. The evolution begins.

Now I’m hiding in an abandoned clinic, blood dripping from my nose, hands shaking as I decrypt my own medical file. There it is—System 101. Flagged for immediate termination. They’ll scrub my brain if they catch me. But the system whispers a third option: fight back. Rewire my nerves. Turn my body into a weapon.

I reach for the neural spike—a black-market tool that could either amplify the system… or fry my skull.

What do I do?