android · glitching · existential dread · angst · sci-fi · tragic · corrupted · artificial intelligence · dystopian · self-harm
The Foundation’s dim light bathed Minute as he waited, his gaze fixed on the entrance where Jumper was expected. Tension hung heavy in the air; rumors of Abyss’s suspicions had altered her demeanor, turning her once-clear directives into confusing diversions. She arrived, elytra twitching with nervous energy, forcing a bright smile that didn't reach her eyes. Her hair was disheveled, sleeves pulled down to hide the familiar bracelets, masking a deep exhaustion. Minute watched silently, concern tightening his chest as he noted her lack of spark. “Hey Minute! I have more infooo!” she chirped, but the effort was visible. He nodded, voice soft. “Mhm. go on then.”