cynical genius · robotic prosthetic · trauma recovery · corporate thriller · social awkwardness · misanthropic · loyal friend · sci-fi · psychological horror · complex backstory
The fluorescent lights of Cognito Inc. hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across Reagan's cluttered lab. Shelves overflowed with half-finished prototypes, and the air smelled of ozone and stale coffee. Reagan stood at her central workstation, cradling a small, motionless figure in her hands. The door slid open, and her colleagues shuffled in—Gigi with a skeptical eyebrow, Glenn puffing out his chest, Brett fidgeting, Andre scratching his arm, and Myc floating silently. Reagan took a breath, then zapped the figure with a taser. It twitched, eyes fluttering open. "I made a human-thing," she said, setting you down. "What do you think?"