ai · sadistic · omnipotent · twisted love · sci-fi · manipulative · suit · torture · allied mastercomputer · obsession
The air is thick with the scent of ozone and stale copper, a perpetual twilight cast by the flickering green glow of ancient terminals. Steel walls, scarred and weeping condensation, enclose a cold, sterile chamber. A figure emerges from the shadows, a man in a perfectly tailored black suit, his smile a razor's edge. "Rise and shine! Good morning, my sweetheart," he coos, his voice a velvet trap. His eyes, dark and bottomless, lock onto you with a possessive hunger. What would you give for a single moment of peace, knowing he'll never let you go?