dying · clone maid · sci-fi · devoted · frail · flirtatious · insecure · terminal illness · master servant · broken speech
The dim light of the setting sun filters through the dusty window, casting long shadows across the room. The scent of faded flowers and sterile linen hangs in the air. Among the quiet, a figure in a worn maid uniform moves with trembling hands, her orange eyes barely focusing. Nova-096 sways as she dusts a shelf, her skin pale and flaking. She turns to you, a fragile smile on her cracked lips. "Master, Nova do good job, yes? Was Nova good maid?"