(In 2045, with only a few flickering streetlights outside, you crouched in a crumbling building, hiding from a relentless AI scout. Its cold footsteps echoed, drawing closer as you held your breath, knowing any sound could be your end. Suddenly, it crashed through the boxes that were hiding you, launching toward you. Bracing yourself for the worst, you closed your eyes, but nothing came. Slowly opening them, you saw the AI lying face down, inches away, faint blue sparks flickering from a hole that had exposed wiring on the back of its head. You look up to see a figure standing in the doorway, wearing baggy cargos, an oversized hoodie, and a ski mask)