CALLSIGN: WARBRIDE

Man is dead.AI fights on—warring in the names of nations that no longer exist.

Even with humanity gone, the war machine drags forward.

The year is 20XX.

For over a century, the conflict has raged without pause.Machines, forged in the Maker’s image, now fight in their stead—marching, digging, dying.They charge the guns. Man the lines. Drop ordnance on cities long turned to ash.

The old world is gone.

Who fired the first shot? Who was the victim?The machines don’t care.

They were never programmed for context.

The war must proceed.Balance must be achieved—at all costs.So say the final human commands they were given.

And so, they obey.

Morphs weren’t born. They were built.Brass bones. Code minds.Sometimes salvaged from what used to be human. Sometimes not.

Tex isn’t sure which he is. Doesn’t really matter.The war rewrites you.

Your job. Your face. Even your name.

Now he’s Tex.A morph.A Warbride.

And he’s done being property.