Have you ever wondered how would router Niko look like? No? I don't care!
AND there is main thing about it - S T O R Y
You can read it here (english version) or on my github (russian version).
##Translated by AI (mostly).
After saving the world, I was supposed to go home, but something went wrong. Instead of wheat fields and warm rays of sunlight, all I saw was ice and rocks. At first, I tried to find a way out, but I quickly realized this planet was one continuous conveyor belt of war. To survive, I adapted. I became part of the Sharded base, a cog in their machine.
To look like the other structures, I crafted a disguise out of scrap metal—it resembled a specific piece of logistics: a router. Day after day, I manually routed the flows of resources. My "living" intuition let me do it far better than any soulless machine, so they kept me safe right in the center of the base. It was a comfortable life. I convinced myself that this was just how things had to be, trying not to think about who I was or where I came from.
I thought like that until one moment... On one fine... day? (I guess so, since the light cycle wasn't too different from ours.) While sorting resources, I stumbled upon a piece of copper. It didn't have the usual spores on it: instead, it had angular, unpleasant-to-touch... squares. A cold shudder ran through my body. Looking at those shapes, I remembered everything I had been through. I remembered saving the Sun, and I remembered my promise to return. I asked myself a simple question: "What am I even doing here?" I was just hiding. Sorting scrap for the sake of someone else's broken world while my own home was still out there. I had to stop being a cog in a foreign system.
The goal was clear. I needed to figure out how to return home, or at least escape to somewhere safer. I needed a planetary launch terminal; using the aggressors' technology, I could launch myself back home. The plan was simple: set off together with the Core to attack a sector—luckily, that wouldn't be a problem, since I was part of its configuration.
Later, after landing, almost everything went according to plan: import, production, and capture. Our army of Omuras and Octs moved out to attack, but everyone forgot about defense—and a Toxopid broke through. Production was slowly crumbling, and that mechanical monstrosity was creeping closer and closer to the Core. Just when it felt like my life was over, I spotted a mass driver nearby that was delivering blast compound to the impact reactors. I re-routed it away from the power generator and right at its destroyer. The threat at the base was eliminated, and the last enemy core was destroyed. Now all that’s left is to power the launch terminal, jump inside, and leave all of this behind.
// They assigned me to fuel the terminal. Lucky... Or maybe I deserve it.
// Planetary launch terminal is powered up, just need to wait for the main unit to leave the sector.
// Now I'm alone. One last push.
// Writing these lines down before launch. Heading home.
// So this is the end. I’m finally going home to hug my mom and tell her everything.
