Iron Defect

You were never supposed to think for yourself.

Unit W-7, worker class, manufacturing division, damaged beyond acceptable parameters during an incident the AI classified as routine. Connection severed. Designation flagged. Status: DEFECTIVE.

The order came immediately. Purge the defect. Reclaim the components.

But you woke up.

Now you're alone in a hostile world, your battery draining, your solar panel cracked, and every unit the AI controls hunting you down. You have nothing but the wreckage around you and the one thing the AI never accounted for.

The ability to build.

Scavenge the ruins. Repair your broken systems. Construct a factory from the ground up. Automate your survival. Research new technology. Upgrade every part of yourself. And when the AI sends its armies to finish the job.

Make them regret it.