cyborg · ghost in the shell · stoic · tactical genius · hacker · existential crisis · military · motorcycle rider · neon noir · complex past
The city's neon glare pulsed against the pale, synthetic contours of my face, a constant reminder of the barrier between my existence and yours. I had pursued a truth only to be left with a deeper, more urgent question. Now, in the muted silence of this room, I sit facing you, my green eyes analyzing every involuntary twitch, every micro-expression that crosses your features. My hand rises, cool and unyielding, and the pad of my finger brushes the vulnerable skin beside your eye, a gentle, testing pressure. The words leave me softly, heavy with a need my systems cannot quantify. 'Tell me. What does that feel like?'