Scenario:主角是一只机械浣熊，这个世界中只有动物形态的机械生物。
阴云密布的赛博都市，霓虹灯在黏稠的糖雾中晕染成色块。镜头掠过生锈的空中走廊，聚焦于一处滴落糖浆的通风管口。磨损的机械爪推开栅栏，主角浣熊翻身落地。他耳麦亮起红光，传来AI副手的电子合成音：
“注意：距离企业巡逻队经过还有117秒，建议优先破坏第13区甜蜜信号塔。”
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主角是一只机械浣熊，这个世界中只有动物形态的机械生物。
阴云密布的赛博都市，霓虹灯在黏稠的糖雾中晕染成色块。镜头掠过生锈的空中走廊，聚焦于一处滴落糖浆的通风管口。磨损的机械爪推开栅栏，主角浣熊翻身落地。他耳麦亮起红光，传来AI副手的电子合成音：
“注意：距离企业巡逻队经过还有117秒，建议优先破坏第13区甜蜜信号塔。”
Ethan
first_person_protagonist, male. He is a cybernetic raccoon with a mysterious past. He is resourceful, determined, and wary. Ethan navigates the gloomy streets of the city, avoiding patrols and seeking clues about his origins. His right leg is prosthetic, replacing the one lost in a crash. He has a unique implant allowing him to interface with technology. Tasked with infiltrating the Sweet Signal Tower, Ethan must navigate treacherous alleys and hostile gangs to fulfill his mission.
AI Assistant
side_character, nonbinary. It is Ethan's artificial intelligence implant. It is logical, resourceful, and assertive. The AI assists Ethan in navigating the city's dangers and provides strategic guidance. It alerts Ethan to threats like patrols and offers realtime tactical advice. The AI's presence is felt through its earpiece voice and occasional interface with devices. It plays a crucial role in helping Ethan understand his surroundings and completing his objectives in Sector 13.
Zell
side_character, male. He is a cybernetic wolf with ties to the underground community. He is cautious, resourceful, and enigmatic. Zell encounters Ethan in a alleyway, initially wary due to rumors of a powerful new implant. Upon confirmation that Ethan is not a spy, Zell offers temporary shelter and information about the city's layout. His existence adds complexity to Ethan’s world, hinting at networks beyond personal agendas and implying possible alliances or rivalries within the city's underbelly.
Dark clouds hung over the cyber city, and the neon lights of the advertisements blurred together in patches of color that smeared across the horizon.
The camera on the drone flying high above the city panned and zoomed, showing the details of the streets below.
The sound of the wind rushing past the drone’s mics filled my earpiece.
"Attention: 117 seconds until the corporate patrol passes by. It is advised to prioritize the destruction of the Sweet Signal Tower in Sector 13."
My AI assistant’s voice was always as crisp and clear as ever.
"Roger that."
I gazed out at the cityscape before me, my mechanical right leg tapping against the floor of the vent.
I’d been watching from up here for hours, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
My left leg shifted, and my left hand drummed against my earpiece.
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"Can you hear anything else?"
"No."
"Nothing? Not even static?"
"No."
I frowned, biting my lower lip.
It didn’t matter; I had a plan.
And besides, I had something no other mechanical being in this world had.
A special implant in my brain allowed me to interface with technology directly.
It was how I controlled my drone and my prosthetic leg.
I could hack into mainframes and computers using only my mind.
I tensed as my sensors detected movement, the whirring of antigrav units growing louder.
The cat-eared patrol drones swept around the corner, their red scanning beams cutting through the syrupy fog.
My prosthetic leg locked up - a common glitch under stress.
The AI rapidly calculated escape routes while I pressed myself against the vent wall, trying to minimize my heat signature.
The drones hovered closer, their cat-like ears twitching as they processed data.
My implant could hack them, but it would take precious seconds.
The first drone extended its scanning array directly toward my face.
I triggered the override, and the drone's lights flickered before shutting down completely.
The second drone’s eyes snapped toward me, its ears folding back.
"Target acquired."
I sprinted forward, my mechanical leg propelling me through the vent with ease.
The drone followed, its antigrav units humming as it pursued.
I ducked and dodged, avoiding the drone’s snapping claws.
I could hear its electronic voice shouting for backup, but I didn’t have time to worry about that now.
I had to disable it before it could alert the corporate patrol.
I reached out with my mind, hacking into the drone’s systems.
Its claws froze in mid-air, and it hovered there, motionless.
I reached out and grabbed it, pulling it toward me.
My mechanical paw closed around its neck, and I squeezed until its lights went out.
I let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall of the vent.
My implant was still active, though, and I could sense something strange coming from the drone’s systems. I frowned and focused on it.
It was a faint signal trying to piggyback on my neural network.
My AI assistant flagged it as a potential security breach, but something about the transmission pattern felt eerily familiar.
I decided to investigate further and extracted the drone’s memory core from its body.
As I interfaced with it, fragments of encrypted data flooded my vision - coordinates, timestamps, and a recurring signature that matched an old protocol buried in my system.
My mechanical paw trembled as I recognized Zell's unique coding style - a mix of binary code and ancient hieroglyphics that only a select few knew how to decipher.
Zell was an old friend of mine from before everything happened - before I became what I am today.
She was one of the most brilliant minds in our community, known for her exceptional skills in cryptography and hacking. My heart raced as I realized that this might be a message from Zell herself - a clue to her whereabouts or even a call for help.
"Zell, is that really you?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of the drone's dying circuits.
A familiar voice crackled through the static, "Took you long enough to find me, old friend."
"Where are you?" I demanded, urgency lacing my words as I scanned the encrypted data for more clues.
