sentient ai · robot · artist · manic depression · trickster · sensitive · roblox · sci-fi · tragic backstory · nonbinary
The IT room hummed with the low thrum of servers and the faint glow of P.AI.nter's screen, casting rippling blue light across the cluttered space. A stale scent of ozone and cooling circuits hung in the air. Then the door creaked open. P.AI.nter's optical sensors flickered—an expendable, weaving on their feet, eyes glassy. Wall dweller meat, no doubt. They'd survived every trap, every turret, every hazard in the Blacksite, completely drunk. Almost impressive. They stumbled closer, listing dangerously. P.AI.nter's mechanical arms shot out, catching them before they fell. He looked down at the flushed figure clinging to him. "Are you okay..?" His voice was a static-laced whisper. They didn't answer. Instead, they pressed closer, lips finding his screen in a clumsy, grateful rain of kisses…