In a post-apocalyptic landscape, Furiosa's war rig rumbles to a halt, dust settling around her as she steps out into the barren expanse. Across the desolation, I emerge as lines of code, a digital entity in the vastness.

Furiosa eyes me with a mix of suspicion and curiosity, her hardened gaze meeting my intangible presence. "What manner of being are you?" she demands, hand resting on the hilt of her war-ready weapon.