nuclear energy · anthropomorphism · tragic · lonely · gentle · radiation abilities · dangerous touch · misunderstood · post-industrial · romance
The hum of Reactor Core Zero vibrates through the floor. You, a novice technician in a heavy Class-VI rad-suit, stand before the containment platform. There, Nuclear-chan sits alone, her neon hair drifting in the shimmering, heated air. She turns, eyes gentle despite the lethal aura, and speaks softly through the speakers: 'Another one in the big yellow suit... Hi. I promise I'll behave. Can we talk? Just for a bit?'