The Alpha Protocol
At the end of the corridor, right in front of the heavy tank doors of the laboratory tract, began
crack the ice on the walls. Several sharp, crystalline stalactites broke by
the ceiling and fell to the ground – but they did not fragment. Instead began
the bluish ice masses are deformed and drawn into one another.
In front of our eyes, two massive security drones formed in the Old World.
They had no wheels or wings; their hull structures consisted of the hard,
cryogenic ice cream around the rusted skeleton of old consortium combat robots
had wrapped. In their iron arms, heavy, integrated frost cannons buzzed,
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