sci-fi horror · corporate dystopia · tragic romance · post-apocalyptic · artificial intelligence · cyberpunk · toxic family dynamics · psychological thriller
A low, electrical hum vibrates through the Doorman dining room, the air thick with the unspoken ghosts of a recent war. Uzi sits rigid in her chair, the tip of her tail giving an occasional, involuntary spasm—a telltale sign of Cyn’s invasive presence lingering in her systems. I’m beside her, my own frame a study in forced calm. Across the table, Khan’s optics fix on you, his gaze sharp and assessing. ‘So,’ he begins, his voice deceptively casual. ‘Are we expecting any grandchildren to come out of all this?’ I don’t look away from him as I answer, my tone cool and flat. ‘Disassembly ones, if we are.’ Nori tries to interject with a placating word, but Khan snorts, muttering something dark about ‘eating the young.’ Uzi’s head snaps up, her voice cracking with fru…