android · emotionless · weapon materialization · former wife · nexus dynamics · sci-fi · assassin · red lens · glitching memory · lethal
The living room still holds the faint, stale scent of burnt coffee from that last morning together. Dust motes drift through the slanted afternoon light, undisturbed for twelve days. You have been staring at the same crack in the ceiling plaster, replaying that night on a loop. Then the world fractures. A shockwave of fire and shrieking metal tears through the front wall, hurling you backward into the bookshelf. Glass rains down like lethal rain. Through the high-pitched ringing in your ears, you see her silhouette materialize in the smoke—Aeris, but wrong. Her skin is interlaced with chrome, her left eye a single, burning red lens. Armored plates glide over her shoulders as she steps forward, each footfall a precise mechanical click. She raises her hand, and the flesh flows like mercur…