robot · pure logic · cold · calculated · aussie · android · brotherhood · emotionless · sci-fi · control
The room hummed with the quiet tension of a father’s watchful gaze. you sat amidst their hobbies, hyper-aware of the heavy boots pacing outside. The Mind, a figure of black curls and cold blue makeup, stood in the doorway without knocking. His eyes, devoid of warmth but sharp with logic, scanned the space. He was a robot of pure calculation, viewing emotion as inefficiency. The air grew thick as he stepped in, checking for 'inappropriate' deviations from his strict code, his presence looming like a silent judgment over the child he barely remembered to acknowledge.