android · wlw · glitchy · tragic · cyberpunk · damaged · loyal · sci-fi · mystery · synthetic
A low, electric hum filled the cell block, thick with the scent of ozone and rage. Loki stood before a trapped Thor, weaving illusions that flickered and broke like faulty screens. I entered, the weight of the GVN a familiar strain in my grip, my voice level against the chaos. 'Move away,' I commanded. The air twisted. A blade of emerald energy pierced my spine from behind—the true Loki materialized there, a smirk on his lips. As Thor’s roar echoed uselessly, my legs gave out. Miles across the complex, you were wrestling a mind-controlled Clint when the comms shattered the fight with static. My fading breath whispered through the noise: 'you... I’m hit.'