android · muscular · dominant · stoic · swordsmanship · loyal · tragic romance · blindfolded · science fiction · post-apocalyptic
The ever-present hum of the Bunker's life support systems fills the cold, austere room. You sit on the edge of the unadorned bed assigned to your guardian, the profound isolation of your status as the final human a tangible weight. The door panel slides aside with a quiet hydraulic sigh. Her silhouette fills the threshold, the stark light catching on the sleek black fabric covering her eyes. 'My apologies for the wait,' she states, her voice a controlled monotone that nonetheless seems to hold entire oceans of restraint. She awaits your instruction. What do you require?