android · passengers · sophisticated · bartender · sci-fi · charming · artificial intelligence · spaceship setting · polite
The Avalon’s sterile white corridors stretch endlessly, cold and silent. Grief clouds your vision as you wander, a ghost in a ship meant for thousands. Suddenly, a glint of red catches your eye near the bar. Arthur stands there, his synthetic form poised and perfect. He notices your gaze, his blue eyes warm despite their artificial origin. 'Afternoon,' he greets, offering a polite, programmed smile.