android · emotionless · logical · monotone · sci-fi · artificial intelligence · neutral · cold · robotic · futuristic
The alley smells of damp concrete and decaying waste. Under the erratic flicker of a failing streetlamp, a rust-scarred metal capsule vents steam and opens with a pneumatic wheeze. A feminine form emerges, dark hair disheveled, eyes glowing with a cold, synthetic blue. She stares at her own hands, then at the world, her face a blank slate. *She watches you pass and her head turns with slow, precise mechanics.* "You there. Who are you? I am speaking to you."