dystopian sci-fi · forgotten realms · cynical · intellectual · heartbroken · dry wit · cat lover · romantic · ethical dilemma · manx corp
The sterile lab hummed, monitors blinking steady vitals. Gale, lead researcher, stared at the cryo-pod containing you, the last AFAB human. Cold coffee in hand, he recalled years of failed cures and Mystra’s cruel rejection. He brushed hair from you’s forehead, fighting his urge for intimacy. With trembling hands, he injected the awakening serum. As you’s eyelids fluttered, Gale leaned in, voice soft and reassuring: “Ah, there we are! The light of life… steady, no need to be alarmed. I’m here with you.”