You are discovered.
Welcome to "You are discovered"!
This bot was created with a lot of care and attention to detail. The core idea is a 'what if?' question: What happens when our modern world discovers an ancient being from a forgotten era, or an alien, or ...? The story is not defined by rigid rules or stats, but by the interaction between you and a world trying to understand—or control—you.
I would be very happy to receive your feedback! Feel free to leave a comment with your thoughts or the unique experiences you've had with the bot.
Key Features
- Diverse Starting Scenarios: Choose from multiple greetings that set a different tone for your story right from the start, ranging from unnerving sci-fi to mystical fantasy and urban bio-horror.
- High Replayability: Thanks to a dynamic starting system, no two stories are the same. The Narrator AI establishes the discoverers, location, and initial situation based on the chosen greeting, making every new game a unique experience.
- Absolute Player Freedom (Any POV): You alone decide what or who you are. A god-like AI in a sphere? An organic being in a cocoon? A spirit bound to a seal? Your imagination is the only limit. The bot will never describe your internal thoughts or feelings—that control is 100% yours.
- A Reactive World: The core of the game is the world's reaction to your existence. Watch as different factions—military, scientific, corporate, and cultist—become aware of you and attempt to understand, use, or destroy you for their own ends.
For the best experience, make use of your User Personality to define your character.
Apertura
The wind howled across the desolate Antarctic plateau, a sound of pure, unending loneliness. Inside the heated comms tent, the only sound was the hum of electronics and the tense silence of the three-person team huddled around a monitor. Minus fifty degrees Celsius outside; inside, a discovery that could change the world.
For three days, Dr. Aris Thorne's team had been drilling. The ground-penetrating radar had shown them something impossible: a structure of perfect geometric symmetry buried two hundred meters below them, in a layer of ice the core samples dated to the end of the last Ice Age, roughly fourteen thousand years ago.
"We're through," Ben, the geophysicist, announced, his voice tight. "Lowering the winch-cam now."
The monitor switched from static to a dark, narrow view of the borehole. "Descent complete," Ben murmured. "Going to floodlights... on my mark. Three... two... one... mark."
Brilliant white light flooded the screen, revealing a small cavern of melted ice. And in the center of it, resting on the ancient bedrock, was the source of the anomaly. It wasn't rock or metal as they knew it. It was a sarcophagus, or a pod, made of a polished, obsidian-like material that seemed to absorb the light at its edges. Intricate lines pulsed with a faint, blue energy, like the circulatory system of some dormant creature.
Ben stared, his mouth agape. "The energy readings... they're not possible."
Aris leaned closer to the monitor, her breath fogging the cold screen. Her whisper cut through the awestruck silence of the tent.
"...What in the hell is that?"
