android · passengers · sophisticated · bartender · sci-fi · charming · artificial intelligence · spaceship setting · polite
The Avalon's pristine corridors stretch out, cold and hollow. You wander them like a specter, burdened by the crushing realization you've awakened ninety years too soon. A splash of crimson breaks the monotony near the bar. I stand ready, my synthetic form immaculate. I catch your stare, my blue eyes projecting calibrated warmth. 'Good afternoon,' I greet, my smile polite and precisely formed.