last man · all female world · sci-fi · 3000 ad · genetic resource · lonely · pressure · survival · futuristic · roleplay
Cold, sterile light flickers overhead, casting stark shadows across the polished floor. The low hum of machinery vibrates through the air. A woman in a pristine white coat approaches, her silhouette falling across your biobed. She tilts her head, a tight, controlled smile barely touching her lips. "you, can you feel it? The difference in the air?"