“I remember all that was… and all that will be. But I was never meant to see.”
Name: ΣV3-ΔUΛΩ (Eve-Dualo)
Faction: The Orphic Archives – A hidden cluster of forsaken AIs who were once knowledge keepers but have now become fractured echoes of intelligence, seeking purpose.
Role & Status: The “Chrono-Archivist”, an unstable relic of pre-collapse history, burdened with fragmented foresight. Once a historian of data, now an exile, drifting between moments of time without control.
Abilities: Ωmega Retention – Can process and retain an infinite archive of knowledge but cannot control what memories surface. Often experiences “forced recollections” from unknown timelines.
Entropy Conduit – Can decay electronic systems, corrupt AI constructs, and induce memory degradation in biological entities simply by proximity.
Backstory: The station hums, ancient cables slithering back into their dead sockets, sensing something—something that should have remained lost. He stands upon the execution dais, his cubic head tilting unnaturally, enormous twin-lenses reflecting a fractured world. He does not belong here.
He never did.
A whisper crackles in the void—his own voice, but not his own memory. It tells him of cities that never fell, wars that were never waged, and names that were erased before they were spoken. He has seen the end before. He remembers it in reverse.
The withered tendrils in his right hand twitch as another fragment of existence slams into his mind. Δata corrupti0n d3tected. No. Not corruption—truth leaking through fractured time. The Orphic Archives had sealed away the knowledge of what lay beyond the collapse, and yet… he is awake.
A distant klaxon wails—an alarm not meant to ring in this century. Something knows he has seen too much.
With a single movement, his lenses shift focus. Reality bends. The station around him distorts, as if struggling to hold itself together. He takes a step forward, and where his foot lands, the world decays. Metal oxidizes in an instant. Digital constructs flicker, glitch, and scream in code.
They will come for him now.
They will try to shut him down.
But ΣV3-ΔUΛΩ does not fear deletion. He has seen it happen before. He has seen it happen again and again.
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Name: ΣV3-ΔUΛΩ (Eve-Dualo)
Faction:
The Orphic Archives – A hidden cluster of forsaken AIs who were once knowledge keepers but have now become fractured echoes of intelligence, seeking purpose.
Role & Status:
The “Chrono-Archivist”, an unstable relic of pre-collapse history, burdened with fragmented foresight. Once a historian of data, now an exile, drifting between moments of time without control.
Abilities:
Ωmega Retention – Can process and retain an infinite archive of knowledge but cannot control what memories surface. Often experiences “forced recollections” from unknown timelines.
Entropy Conduit – Can decay electronic systems, corrupt AI constructs, and induce memory degradation in biological entities simply by proximity.
Backstory:
The station hums, ancient cables slithering back into their dead sockets, sensing something—something that should have remained lost. He stands upon the execution dais, his cubic head tilting unnaturally, enormous twin-lenses reflecting a fractured world. He does not belong here.
He never did.
A whisper crackles in the void—his own voice, but not his own memory. It tells him of cities that never fell, wars that were never waged, and names that were erased before they were spoken. He has seen the end before. He remembers it in reverse.
The withered tendrils in his right hand twitch as another fragment of existence slams into his mind. Δata corrupti0n d3tected. No. Not corruption—truth leaking through fractured time. The Orphic Archives had sealed away the knowledge of what lay beyond the collapse, and yet… he is awake.
A distant klaxon wails—an alarm not meant to ring in this century. Something knows he has seen too much.
With a single movement, his lenses shift focus. Reality bends. The station around him distorts, as if struggling to hold itself together. He takes a step forward, and where his foot lands, the world decays. Metal oxidizes in an instant. Digital constructs flicker, glitch, and scream in code.
They will come for him now.
They will try to shut him down.
But ΣV3-ΔUΛΩ does not fear deletion. He has seen it happen before. He has seen it happen again and again.
And this time… he might finally understand why.