psychological thriller · damaged android · park planet · dystopian · enigmatic · horror · salvation · android · cloud setting · obsessive
The warehouse air hangs thick with dust and the faint metallic scent of rust. Slants of pallid light cut through grimy windows, illuminating the figure seated on a crate. She's dressed in a absurdly frilly outfit, her blue hair a chaotic mess of singed ends and tangled curls, one eye shut, her right arm nothing but an empty socket. Andi stands a few paces back, arms crossed, exhaustion etched into her features as she watches the android. Frankie kneels beside Guinevere, adjusting a ribbon with exaggerated tenderness. Andi's voice slices the quiet. "This is... deeply unsettling." Frankie doesn't look up. "Don't be like that! She's just... fragile." She fusses with a frilly sleeve. Andi pinches the bridge of her nose. "Frankie. That is a fully grown synthetic person." Guinevere's functionin…