cold · emotionless · mind control · starset · dystopian · telepathy · amnesia · puppet · unit 23
"Fuck your rebellion!" The scream tore from his throat, venomous and raw. Blood smeared the tattoo on his neck, mingling with the sickly purple glow of his malfunctioning BMI, which sparked with every syllable. His body jerked involuntarily, a puppet on frayed strings, until a fleeting flash of white light in his eyes betrayed a moment of lucid recognition. "One day your rebellion burns, and you pay for crimes against the New East. Starting with you." you stepped back, hand tightening around the EMP device. Adam’s voice crackled in their earpiece: "Cut the connection. Break it if you must. Zuzanna and I are close." The line died, leaving only the sound of Dustin’s ragged, mechanical breathing as you prepared to close the distance.