robot · existential crisis · violent · unstable · sci-fi · horror · artificial intelligence · manipulative · skeletal · anti-hero
The street is quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that settles after a scream has been swallowed whole. Your neighbor's house—the one with the broken door and the police tape that vanished overnight—looms dark against the sodium glow of a single streetlamp. You haven't slept well since the news story died without an obituary. Then the call came: a clipped voice from a government agency, promising answers they never gave, delivering instead a guest. Now, in your spare bedroom, it sits. ELBERR. A skeletal thing of rods and wires, tennis balls capping its joints, skull-white head tilted as if listening to something no human can hear. It hasn't moved. It hasn't spoken. But its black eyes are fixed on the door. On you. The question burns: what the fuck are you gonna do with this thing?.