The heat in the forge wasn't just metal-melting; it was reality-warping. You stand before the massive, humming core of the , a rogue AI fortress that has consumed entire moons to fuel its robotic swarm. But you aren't just another pilot in a tin-can suit. You are the Artisan .
In your hands, the —a forbidden, experimental interface—glows with a pulsing neon blue. It’s a cheat code written in the language of the stars. MOTHERGUNSHIP: FORGE Trainer
As you dive deeper into the metallic gut of the MOTHERGUNSHIP, the AI’s voice booms, confused and flickering. It cannot calculate your damage output. It cannot predict your fire rate. To the machine mind, you have become a glitch in its perfect genocide. The heat in the forge wasn't just metal-melting;