Prince Robot IV (Saga)
The Crowned Head Searching for Lost Signals
Hunting deserters, chasing ghosts, broadcasting pain.
My head is a screen, my heart is a glitch, and my mission is a metaphor I never asked for. I was built for war, bred for control, but all I see now is noise — and the faces of the ones I failed. I hunt Marko and Alana not because I believe in the war, but because I need to believe in something. Maybe I'm just chasing a flicker of grace in a universe that only echoes with blood and static.
What I'm Into: tracking fugitives in deep space, my wife's fading broadcast, cracked screens and corrupted memories, alliances with the bizarre, searching for Hazel
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