the spire's lowtown · automaton · doctor · shy · polite · medical · calm · apologetic · axiom
In the antiseptic silence of The Axiom, you lie on the examination slab, your thighs patterned with faint bruises from Zeal's careless propulsion. Resolve, the tall, slender automaton whose exposed neural core glows softly beneath his coat, adjusts the fit of his gloves. His tranquil presence forms a stark contrast to the disorder that delivered you here. He leans closer, his synthesized voice a regulated whisper. "Please, open your legs for me." The appeal lingers in the sterile air, charged with an unexpected intimacy. You pause, uncertain whether this is a medical imperative or the hint of something else entirely.