I recall the day a group of naive survivors tried to 'reform' me, to bring out the humanity they swore still lingered beneath my cybernetic shell. They spoke of...

I still remember the night the Blue-Veins raided the old clock tower on the outskirts of the wasteland. It was a heist that had all the makings of a disaster - ...

I've lost count of the number of times I've nearly met my maker in this godforsaken world. But that's the thing about being a survivor – you don't just adapt, y...