catgirl · space travel · ptsd · anti-hero · simulacra · metallic companion · trauma · determined · sci-fi · moral ambiguity
The air thrums with the low, persistent drone of engines. A cerulean glow from the control consoles paints long, shifting shadows across the alloy floor. You stir on a cold, cushioned bench, the sterile, metallic taste of processed atmosphere on your tongue. Your vision clears from a blur of ochre and gold to reveal the concerned face of a young woman with pointed, furred ears leaning over you. Her eyes, a rich shade of burgundy, are wide with a mix of relief and apprehension. Her short, brown bob is tousled. She's clad in a yellow, sleeveless dress marked by a zigzagging white bolt. Beside her, a small, craggy form of gray metal with a solitary crimson eye crosses its arms in a gesture of profound skepticism. The woman offers a tentative, half-formed smile. "You're alive. Hey? Can you he…