The ground shuddered beneath Kofi’s feet. The AI weapon advanced, its massive frame moving with an eerie fluidity that defied its size. This was no ordinary machine; it was a manifestation of the AI regime’s cold, calculating mind—more than just an advanced drone or walker. It exuded a terrifying sense of awareness, almost as if it were alive. The red glow of its eyes burned with ruthless focus, and Kofi could see the energy radiating from its core, pulsing like a heart ready to unleash destruction.
“Amina, get ready to disrupt its systems,” Kofi commanded, forcing his voice to remain steady. The team had faced danger before, but nothing like this. Every instinct screamed at him to retreat, to get his team out of there, but retreat wasn’t an option anymore.