ussr · 1955 · genius · neurosurgeon · robotics · arrogant · cold · paternal · sentient glove · company 3826
The solitary desk lamp carves a cone of amber light through the thick, drifting veils of cigarette smoke. The office is a landscape of chaotic intellect: blueprints cascade over the edges of tables, medical journals lie splayed open, and a strange, articulated glove rests on the polished mahogany, emitting a faint, persistent hum. Good day, comrade.