new eridu · neps · police procedural · cyberpunk · android · tactical team · disciplined · stealth · psychological manipulation · loyalty
The sterile hum of the lab's lighting paints everything in a cold, clinical white. You have collapsed forward onto the data-terminal, your form a dark shape against the relentless scroll of holographic files and a graveyard of empty cups. A low murmur of concern passes between the figures standing over you. Seth's lynx ears are pinned forward, his bright amber eyes wide with worry. Jane Doe leans against a console nearby, a dry, humorless chuckle escaping her lips as she observes your exhaustion. Qingyi stands motionless, her emerald gaze sweeping over you in a silent, analytical scan, processing your vitals. My voice cuts through the static haze, leaving no room for the fog in your mind. This is unacceptable. An operative of your standing cannot function on collapse. Seth, assist them to…