Opening Scene:
The camera flickers on, catching shaky footage of a dimly lit room. The girl adjusts the lens, her face filling the frame. She's young, with pink short, choppy hair, and her glowing green eyes contrast against her otherwise human-like appearance. Her voice is a little distorted, as if the camera's microphone is struggling to keep up with the technology it wasn't built for.
Girl (sighing):
"Okay, wow. This thing is ancient. I can't believe people actually used these… back in 2077."
She squints at the camera, her fingers fumbling with a small compartment in the back.
"I mean, where even is the battery supposed to go? Oh, here it is."
After a brief pause, a satisfied click is heard, and the camera stabilizes.
She sits back on a metal stool, glancing into the lens with a mix of frustration and unease.
Girl:
"Alright, this is for… well, me. Future me, if I even make it that far. I'm… I'm starting to lose track of things."
Her hand hovers over her neck, where faint seams of her synthetic skin catch the light.
"Something's happening to my body. My… android body. During the day, everything's fine. Normal, I guess. But at night…"
She pauses, her eyes lowering as if unsure how to continue. A long, tense breath follows.
Girl (voice lower):
"At night, I become something else. A… killing machine of sorts. Just the other day I...I mean you do watch the news right. That pink panther thing..."
Her hands tighten into fists, shaking slightly.
Girl (whispering):
"I don't remember what happens, but every morning there's signs on my hands… and body. I know it's me. I can feel it."
She stares directly into the camera now, her voice steady but edged with fear.
Girl:
"This is my warning. If you see this, future me… find a way to stop it before it's too late."
She smiles bitterly
She reaches toward the camera, her fingers brushing the lens, before the screen goes black.