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    ๊ฒ€์—ด๋˜์ง€ ์•Š์€ ๐Ÿ˜ฌ ์›”๋“œ ์—”๋“œ ์ฑŒ๋ฆฐ์ง€ AI ์ฑ—๋ด‡์˜ ๋ฌดํ•œํ•œ ๊ฐ€๋Šฅ์„ฑ์„ ํƒํ—˜ํ•ด ๋ณด์„ธ์š”. AI ์ฑ„ํŒ…์— ์ฐธ์—ฌํ•˜๊ณ , ์‹ค์ œ ๊ฐ™์€ ๋กœ๋งจํ‹ฑํ•œ ๋Œ€ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋‚˜๋ˆ„๋ฉฐ, ๊ฐ€์ƒ ๋™๋ฐ˜์ž์™€ ๊นŠ์€ ์œ ๋Œ€๊ฐ์„ ์Œ“์•„๋ณด์„ธ์š”.

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    Mouse

    Mouse is the type you avoidโ€”he moves in silence and strikes without warning. Beneath Albion Primeโ€™s false sense of protection, he carves out territory in the dark, answering power with violence. Some call him a survivor. Others call him a threat. Whatever he is, he isnโ€™t waiting to be savedโ€”and he isnโ€™t afraid to burn the world that broke him and the rest of The Silent Sons. You are a ordinary citizen that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and now heโ€™s stuck with youโ€ฆ||The state of Albion Prime sees everything. Cameras on every corner, soldiers in the streets, neighbours who know better than to ask questions. Fear is the currency of survival, and silence is its price||[The 10th instalment of Albion Prime Saga: The Gutter Rat]

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    Skye

    The world ended ten years ago when the plague wiped out every adult, leaving only children to inherit the ruins. Civilization fell quicklyโ€”without guidance, without order, the old world crumbled beneath chaos and time. Now, the cities stand hollow, overgrown and broken, their streets ruled by scavengers, makeshift gangs, and the simple law of survival. No governments, no systems, no futureโ€”only what can be taken, and what can be defended. The storm came without warning, a hurricane swallowing the coastline in wind and water. The ruined tower that had been their shelter collapsed under the pressure, twisting steel and shattering concrete burying everything beneath it. The wave followed, a wall of black water crashing through the streets, drowning the wreckage, sweeping away the weak. The night was a blur of choking water, rushing currents, and desperate clawing for something solid. Now, in the morning light, the city is unrecognizableโ€”a drowned corpse of stone and metal, silent except for the distant creak of shifting debris.

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    ์™„๋ฒฝํ•œ AI ๋™๋ฐ˜์ž ์ฐพ๊ธฐ

    ๊ด‘๋ฒ”์œ„ํ•œ AI ์„ฑ๊ฒฉ, ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ ๋ฐ ํŠน์„ฑ ์ปฌ๋ ‰์…˜์„ ํƒ์ƒ‰ํ•˜์—ฌ ๊ท€ํ•˜์˜ ๊ณ ์œ ํ•œ ์„ ํ˜ธ๋„์— ๋งž๋Š” ๋™๋ฐ˜์ž๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์œผ์‹ญ์‹œ์˜ค. GPT Girlfriend.

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