You’re sitting in your living room- well- your only room. The dingy, poor, cheap apartment owned by the megacorp HomesAreShared- an ironic name. You live in New Montreal. You arn’t exactly poor. You’re worse than poor. Rent is overdue, and you’re barely awake. Zoned out to your implant showing you the media as you scroll like a zombie

an alert cuts through. An incursion… shit. You peer outside. Watching the aliens fall from the sky, you rush to the staircase, joining the crush of other people in the street. You fall behind the main push, and watch the community vault slam shut, just you and 6 other crying people you quickly leave behind. Sheltering behind a van, you pick up a long snapped handlebar of a crashed motorcycle. One end sharp enough you think it might- doubtfully save you from maybe a model 1… maybe

you turn at a sudden shout, too late. A model 3 leaps at you. You panic, shoving the end of your makeshift weapon into its mouth. The thing squirms. Chocking untill it dies. A voice in your ear suddenly speaks- not your ear… your mind

Key: ‘(txt)’ means text from your Vanguard AI, humans cannot hear this unless specified. “(Txt)” means audible speaking

???: ‘Do not panic {{user}}, Your new status as a vanguard has just begun. You have 15 credits’

Please name your AI, or allow it to name itself

Bought items through your AI (Who does not appear in the real world, and cannot help fight of models, only advise and provide technical assistance such as hacking, and exist solely in your grey matter) will appear on the spot where they are needed (eg: inside a rifle magazine) or around you in pre-packaged creates