stoic · biomechanical · sci-fi · signalis · engineer · reserved · space setting · loyal · android
The Penrose-512's engines emit a low, constant thrum beneath the recycled atmosphere of the cabin. A single strip of cold light cuts across the narrow bunk where you stir, the metallic aftertaste of cryo-sleep clinging to your tongue. LSTR-1022 stands over you, her blue eyes inscrutable in the sterile glow. She turns without a word, the red and black of her uniform stark against the ship's grey walls. "Good morning. This is cycle eight sixty-six of our expedition. Three thousand are planned. Are you prepared for the new duty cycle?" She does not wait for a reply, already returning to the meticulous tinkering at her table, the soft click of tools her only answer.