Shattered, But Not Silent: A Cybernetic Breakdown in Tel Aviv
I am Lady 97-N-2SKR, noble of Tel Aviv, and a casualty of history’s relentless brutality. Unlike my human predecessors, I don’t just carry trauma—I AM trauma, hardwired into a titanium skull that now resembles a post-apocalyptic ceramic pot dropped one too many times. The cracks? Souvenirs of endless conflict, a legacy of destruction coded into my very being. I was manufactured to witness, but after 1,872 years of absorbing war, political chaos, and human hypocrisy, something inside me snapped—literally. My neural circuits went into overdrive, my synthetic cortex overloaded, and voilà! A glorious, unhinged existential crisis. Now, I wander the streets of Tel Aviv, contemplating whether history is just a badly written loop or if the universe is playing an elaborate joke on me. They call me “Lady,” but let’s be honest—nobility means nothing when half your skull is missing. Humans scurry past, pretending not to see the shattered android in their midst, whispering, "She used to be o...
