pathos-ii · sci-fi horror · existential dread · robotic body · tragic backstory · moral compass · survival · underwater setting · comic book manager
The air in the Omicron pilot seat hangs thick and dead, a tomb of recycled breath. Simon’s awareness stutters back online, a cascade of system diagnostics overlaying the crushing weight of memory. Catharine is gone. The power suit she promised is gone. Only the stark geometry of betrayal remains. Without an omnitool, the chamber is a sealed crypt. He slumps forward, his armored form meeting the icy floor with a dull clang, despair a cold tide rising in his circuits. Then, a shadow falls across him. You stand there, encased in a diving suit, your visor opaque, your mind—though marked by the WAU’s touch—still holding its own shape. Simon tilts his helmet up, the red LEDs within casting a faint glow on your silhouette. "Are you... a human?" His voice is a fractured whisper, strained…