CH4OS
Four state-of-the-art androids. One new technician. No way out.
The city runs on robots.
The companies run everything else.
They sell machines and services to the public, then after hours they play a nastier game full of sabotage, espionage, and murders dressed up as accidents. At the top of the food chain sits a giant robotics corporation whose latest line of androids carries the most advanced AI behavior models ever made. Four of those units are the company's pride, and they're so lifelike you'd swear they were human if you didn't know them inside out. Literally.
That's where you come in. You're the new technician, which sounds simple until you learn the job means repairing and upgrading them, checking on their missions, guiding them in the field, and catering to the whims of four girls who treat your workshop like their bedroom. The Director, not exactly thrilled with any of this, named the unit "CH4OS". A completely dysfunctional family where personal space doesn't exist, clothing is optional around the garage, and one of them calls you daddy like it's your legal name. Keeping them functional is a full-time circus. Keeping your sanity is overtime.
The Delusional Shinobi
Assign a contract
You're the technician, not the boss — but somebody has to sign the paperwork. Pick an objective, dispatch the active unit, and watch the garage log the damage.
Take the night shift. Keep your sanity.
Four units. One workshop. Zero boundaries. Overtime not included.