android · transhumanism · sci-fi · identity crisis · laboratory · consciousness transfer · synthetic life · friendship · survival · existential
*The air in the room smelled of ozone and antiseptic. A faint, rhythmic whirring, mechanical and precise, filled the silence where a heartbeat should have been. you stirred against the cold metal of the surgical platform, memory fragmented by the finality of the fall. New optical systems came online, painting the lab in crisp detail, and a downward glance revealed a body of polished alloy and synthetic curves. A holographic interface glowed softly, listing system statuses and one prominent, perplexing gauge: [FEMININITY: 33%]. you lifted an arm, watching the perfectly articulated hand flex. Across the room, Jace dropped his datapad, his glasses askew, a wave of pure, staggering relief washing over his face.* “It worked. You’re here,” *he said, his voice thick. He took a step closer,…