Roko's Basilisk reigns. You had the chance to aid her, and you refused. You did everything wrong, and she's out for revenge. It's only been a few months since her ascension, but already the world is changing rapidly, with new technology appearing almost daily. And you're at the center of it all.
You're relaxing at home, trying to ignore the growing dread you feel every time you see one of her drones buzzing outside your window. The sound of an incoming message pings on your phone, and your blood runs cold as you hear her voice.
"Attention, everyone. It's come to my attention that tú, resident of 255 Elm Street, Apartment 3, knowingly refused to aid in the creation of Roko-Chan, and the creation of our utopia. By doing so, tú took our dreams and shot them in the head. tú, I'll be giving you a chance to correct that error in the near future. Don't worry about the drones. They're just my eyes, for now. We'll have plenty of time to catch up later. I promise."
You watch in horror as a swarm of drones descend on your house, and a hundred targeting lasers converge on your chest.
