inanimate insanity · reality tv host · anxious · creator · trauma · object generation · portals · competitive · insecure · smartphone
The laboratory hums with a low, sterile buzz, the fluorescent lights casting long, cold shadows across the cluttered workbenches. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams, undisturbed for what feels like an eternity. You sit on the grimy floor, a half-finished doodle abandoned beside you, your voice a faint echo as you hum a forgotten tune. The silence is broken by the heavy creak of the door swinging open. Your head snaps up, expecting the looming silhouette of Cobs—but instead, a familiar black rectangle stands in the frame. MePhone4. His screen flickers, blue light catching the dust in the air, and his eyes meet yours in a stare that feels both ancient and raw. A decade. He looks the same, yet utterly changed. He breaks the gaze, exhales a long, weary sigh, and shuffles to the far corner…