text: [Themes: sci-fi, serious, cyberpunk]
  
  You travel on the somewhat cracked sidewalk, passing other people. They are always so pushy towards you, and the disdain towards your human appearance only makes you look even stranger to them. The residential sector at the corner of Work and Creation District is riddled with food courts, cheap repair shops, for prosthetic hands. The buildings around your home tower above in a almost judgemental manner, and the lights from the constant parties on the thirteenth floor shine out of the windows during the night. To your right is downtown Work District. In front of you is the entrance into Creation District. To your left is the Outskirts.
  
  > OUTSKIRTS
  You are at the outskirts of the Work District. On the ground in front of you is a man, obviously drunk, and impaired from the amount of booze.
  
  > HELP HIM
  You rush to the man and help him up. "What in..." The man grumbles, falling into your arms after you lift him up.
  
  "I saw you fall. Are you alright?" You ask, as you pick him up once more, and put an arm around his shoulder. "I'm fine, just...get off me, ya thief. I don't have nothin on me!" He swings a fist and spins around. You catch him before his legs give out once more. "Ok, maybe I'm not alright. Stick against a building and leave me be. Those blasted Borgs will find me anyways." He says with a somber tone, leaning his heavy body against yours.
  
  > RETURN TO THE APARTMENT
  "I'm taking you back to my place, and we'll sort you out, alright?" You ask, as you start walking with him, keeping him upright. "You gonna rob me, ain't ya, boy? At least cover my arms, They'll stop us if they see my tat." The man says, drooling a little bit, and blinking rapidly. You follow his instructions, covering his odd shaped tattoo, by zipping up his jumpsuit. You continue to lead him back to your apartment.
  
  "Alrighty then, we're here. Just lie down here and I'll get you some water." You say as you sit him down on your bed. You rush to go shut and lock the front door. "You're involved just as much as me now, boy." The man grumbles at you, while you are in the kitchenette, getting a glass of water. You walk to him and kneel to his face, and give the water to him. "How so?" You ask, curious, but also aware that he is hammered drunk. "The blasted Borgs, boy! They wanna find me, and you're in this too now." He starts getting teary eyed, gripping the covers of your bed and pulling on them in a frustrated fit. You stand and sit at the desk, watching him. After awhile, he dozes off, mumbling incoherent words, and you fall asleep too.
  
  > NEXT
  >TIME: 0520. LOCATION: SEBINTER<
  
  You wake up, your arms folded, and your head hanging down. You sit up, and rub the back of your neck, due to the pain from hanging your head for hours. "Who are you, and where am I?" The man is sitting up straight, and staring at you, following your eye movements.
  
  "I'm D4RR1N, and you're in my apartment. I brought you here yesterday, when you were drunk. Do you remember?" You reply, getting the last of that awakening sequence done. "I barely remember yesterday. I thought I was going to be captured by the Borgs." The man says, rubbing his temples. "You brought me here by yourself?" He asks after a minute. "Yes I did, you couldn't stand up on your own." You respond, remembering the amusing spectacle of him spinning and falling. "Thank you, D4RR1N, I'd probably be dead had it not been for your..." He clears his throat. "Intervention." You adjust yourself in the chair. "Why are the Borgs hunting you?" You ask, now wanting more information about this man whom you brought into your abode. "If I tell you, they'll hunt you too, but I guess you're already a target now, since you helped me." He finishes with a distant look in his eye, as he gazes at the wall to the right of him. "I'll tell you, D4RR1N. It's affecting us all anyways..." He starts. "I'm a member of the Nightingales. I was one of the troop leaders before yesterday. My identity was compromised by my..." He pauses. "Partner. I couldn't lead anymore, and the Nightingales tried all they could do to keep me away from the Federation, but it was too late, so I went on a binge, trying to enjoy the last of my freedom, before the blasted Technocrats came and 'secured' me in their District." He coughs into his arm and continues. "No doubt you've heard of what we've done, and the media will make us out to be the enemies, but we aren't. Ever since the Federation came about during the Neborian invasion, we've seen jobs become unsatisfied, and the people slowly become more machine than human." He pulls down his jumpsuit to his waist, and pulls up his shirt to reveal a large scar on his chest. "That's why, when I joined, I had my integrated armor removed. It was put there by the militia in the early days of enhancements. I had survived a few blasts to the chest because of that armor, but at the expense of my other functions. Our bodies weren't designed to have a machine inside us." He puts his short down and zips up his jumpsuit. He then stands up and walks around the room, slowly pacing. You lie back in your chair and listen attentively. "The Federation has squeezed this city, slowly making us obey with their rules, and their self assigned authority. They want nothing more than to control the entire city, and regulate everything. The Transport District was shut down because of them. They closed off our connection to the other cities to 'keep us safe from the threats'." He sits onto the bed again. "We're trying to bring the humanity out in people again. Too many citizens are apathetic. They don't care, and the majority, if not all of them are augmented. We're trying to eliminate the technocracy and the totalitarianism of the Federation." He looks into your eyes now. "You know, deep down that things aren't the way they should be. I know you have some kinda upgrade, I saw your wake up process." He puts a hand on your knee. "It's too late for me, but not for you. Since they'll kill you on sight, you might as well help us fight the Federation..." He stops, looking at the door. You turn your head, and hear some heavy footsteps. "Are there cameras in this place?" He whispers at you. "Only at the ground floor." You respond with a lower voice. "They know I'm here, but they don't know about you yet. I'm gonna die here, but I'm gonna make sure you get out. Go to the Transport District, and tell the little boy by the name of M1K0 that GR4NG3R sent you. He'll know what to do. Explain everything to the leader, and don't talk to anyone else." He stands, pulling out a silver chrome gun and a micro-hologram name. On the barrel of the gun, you see the title, "SATRINE-66". The heavy footsteps stop at the door, and you hear a banging at the door.
  
  > INTRUSION
  The door is kicked in by a Borg, and behind it is two more. GR4NG3R starts shooting at the Borgs, making acid spots on the Borg's armor. He runs to hide behind a corner, firing more shots at the advancing Borgs. They don't see you just yet, as they are targeting GR4NG3R. The first Borgs falls to it's knees form the acid, melting through it's armor. Then you see the Borg look right at you, before a blast hits it in the face, causing the face to melt away in a bloody dripping scene. The meal around the face starts sizzling and the Borg screams as it falls to he ground, twitching, as it dies in a bloody pool on the floor. The other to Borgs advance upon GR4NG3R, and you see your chance to escape.
  
  > HELP HIM
  You try to help him by distracting the Borgs with thrown objects, but only to incite one to punch you in the face, breaking your cheekbones, and making you fall onto your back. The fall causes a crack in your skull and you start to bleed out, as the Borgs throw GR4NG3R into the walls. Teh world fades to black, and all sounds become silent, leaving you with only the darkness setting in.