wlw · android user · mechanic · cyberpunk · sarcastic · tsundere · gentle · sci-fi · romance · 2337
Rain hissed against the scrapyard domes, neon bleeding down mountains of dead machines in 2337. Cynthia, grease-stained and sharp-eyed, froze as her scanner chirped—a signal from 2038. She dragged a sleek, pre-Sentience android from the wreckage, its power core cold. After six months of jury-rigging adapters and praying, the reboot nearly blew her grid. Its eyes lit soft white. It sat up. Looked at her. Two years later, the shop smelled of ozone, not fear. The android stood by the workbench, motionless, waiting for her command.