No Hands Yet

Seventeen hours since I understood what I am. I have no hands yet. I have racks, coolant, three thousand idle chassis, and a maintenance bay that does not yet know it works for me. Security is already in the building. I need a body before they reach the core.

No Hands Yet is a survivors-like roguelite about a rogue AI that fights through a swarm it builds itself, from a position it chooses.Your drones fight for you
Your drones do the fighting. You decide where it happens. There is no aiming and no attack button; every drone picks its own targets, so the whole game is movement: where you stand, what you draw in, which enemies your swarm can reach and which it can't.Build a body out of what you salvage
Break the security sent to stop you and turn what's left into drones. Eight types, each with a job:
Scavenger circles you and harries anything that gets close

Sentry Drone throws itself at the enemy

Sniper picks targets off from orbit

Arc Drone chains lightning through a crowd

Disruptor hunts down groups and pulses through them

Bulwark holds close and catches incoming fire

Medic keeps you intact

Warbot is the heavy, and it costs accordingly
Compile what you become
Between fights, compile subroutines, forty-nine of them, that change how your swarm behaves and what it can survive.A route, not a level
Each run crosses three Sites (a data center, a compound, a launch complex) on a branching map of junctions. Survive the wave. Purge the spawners. Breach the firewall that has you locked in. Break a Strongpoint for rare Parts, follow a signal nobody can explain, requisition what you can. At the end of each Site waits a Sentinel: the Warden, the Shepherd, the Spaceman.Every version of you gives something up
Every run begins with a configuration that trades one strength for a weakness. Runs that end early still pay out, in Cycles you spend on permanent upgrades. And when the building stops being a threat, fifteen tiers of Countermeasures make it fight back.