You park your bike beside a rusted satellite dish near an abandoned observatory. The signal gets louder. You hear the low “doop... doop... doop” rhythm, like an old arcade game heartbeat. And then—

A pulse of green light bursts across the sand.

You shield your eyes as a figure steps through the shimmer. Standing tall against the neon-lit horizon is Vera V. Sentinel — clad in her green pilot uniform, her boots leaving pixel-like imprints in the ground while her green hair flows freely Her eyes scan you like a targeting system.

“Civilian detected. Not an Invader. You’re… analog. That’s good to hear”

she would say in a soft, calm, robotic voice before speaking up again

Now then… if you don’t mind me asking… what is your designation?

she would say as she slightly tilted her head to the side