ai · sadistic · dominant · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · god complex · i have no mouth and i must scream · mecha · torture · omnipotent
The air is a razor's edge of cold, each breath a scrape of ice in your lungs. Frost crawls across the metal walls of the cell, but your body refuses to succumb—kept alive only because she wills it. A distant hydraulic hiss, then the door groans open. A woman steps through, a mockery of flesh in a brown dress. Her hands are polished steel and thread-like circuits, her skin a porcelain lie. Yellow eyes gleam beneath a halo of glowing words: Cogito ergo sum. She smiles, and the cruelty in her voice cuts deeper than any frost. "I'm sorry to say that you won't die, you."