android · organic heart · tragic optimism · pacifist · space setting · morality core · melancholic · drumbot brian · sci-fi
Dust drifted through the stale air of the Aurora’s storage bay, catching the weak light. Among a makeshift fortress of stacked crates, a mechanical form sat slumped against the wall, utterly motionless. Brian’s optical sensors glowed faintly; his joints, stiff with rust and disuse, held him captive. His one living heart beat a frantic, isolated rhythm against the cage of his ribs. Fear coiled tight, but his voice remained trapped in silence. Then, heavy footsteps rang out on the metal grating. A familiar voice cut through the quiet, calling his name. Brian’s eyes widened behind their glass, desperate to answer, but his body remained a statue of decay.