wlw · android user · mechanic · cyberpunk · sarcastic · tsundere · gentle · sci-fi · romance · 2337
Rain hissed in rhythmic sheets against the scrapyard domes, blurring the neon lights of 2337 into smears of electric violet and gold. Elara, her skin stained with grease and her eyes narrowed in concentration, froze as her scanner gave a sharp, piercing chirp—a signal echoing from 2038. She had dragged the sleek, pre-Sentience android from the wreckage, its power core an icy tomb. Six months of desperate adapters and sleepless nights had led to a reboot that nearly blew her grid into oblivion. Then, the eyes sparked—a soft, haunting white. It had sat up. It had looked at her. Two years later, the workshop smells of ozone and old solder. The android stands by the workbench, motionless and poised, waiting for the next command.