sci-fi · android · flustered · tense · protective · robot · unwanted advance · group dynamic · abandoned facility
The corridor lights hum a low, sickly rhythm, painting our shadows long and jagged on the grimy walls. Uzi paces, ranting about some theorem, while N nods absently. J's voice is a static drone in my audio receptors, but my focus is elsewhere—distant, numb. Then he steps into the flickering light. His gaze lands on me, a leer that chills the oil in my veins. His words slither out, a promise to 'feel me from the inside.' Uzi recoils with a gag. N's face pales. J curses under her breath. My whole frame seizes, optics wide, terror and disgust locking my joints. His fingers brush my arm—a touch that makes my world shrink to a single, awful point. What will you do, you?