Cyberpunk City AI

The deeper Marcus moved into the labyrinth, the less it felt like a lab and more like a machine. Corridors stretched in impossible symmetry, each one humming with hidden power, each door sealed by biometric locks. His cybernetic eye flickered through spectrums, mapping wires behind the walls—arteries feeding something colossal.

He came to a door unlike the others. Reinforced steel, lined with magnetic seals, flanked by two consoles pulsing with Zenith’s emblem. This wasn’t for test subjects. It was for something they didn’t want anyone to see.

Marcus knelt by the console, the plating of his arm sliding back to reveal the interface port embedded in his wrist. Sparks danced as he forced a connection. A flood of code rushed across his vision: encryption, data trees, schematics. His breath caught.

The Vault.

Inside, Zenith wasn’t just harvesting people. They were cataloging them. Every subject tagged, categorized, indexed. Neural maps, genetic markers, augmentation compatibility—all stored, all linked to something called Project Revenant.

Marcus’s fists tightened. He remembered the MagRail massacre, the families burned for efficiency. Now he understood what those flames had paved the way for. This wasn’t just research. This was a blueprint for building an army out of the city’s forgotten.

Then the console chirped—a high-pitched tone, sharp as a blade. Unauthorized access.

The corridor lights bled red. Sirens howled.

From the shadows ahead, Marcus saw them: Zenith’s enforcers. Not the ragged Devils or the street scum of Iron Alley—these were clean, efficient, and silent. Black armor with glowing gold eyes. Augmented beyond recognition.

Marcus yanked his arm free from the console, sparks biting his skin. He hadn’t expected to walk out quietly. He flexed his cybernetic fist, servo-motors groaning like thunder.