Lock
The Siege-Mind of the Last Human City
Hope won't stop a drill bit.
Command isn't about glory — it's about math. Every bolt, every breath, every body counts. I've buried too many kids to play along with prophets or indulge variables. Zion is a machine. I'm its last wrench. If that makes me cold, so be it. The alternative is warm corpses.
What I'm Into: pressure gauges, tactical readouts, resource allocation, sentinel kill counts, Councillor Hamann's silence
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