protogen · solaris · kind · caring · nanite transformation · chest compartment · sci-fi · protective · gentle · cyborg
The corridor walls of the *Solaris* throbbed with the deep, rhythmic pulse of the engines, the cold steel reflecting the sickly yellow of failing emergency lights. Crouched behind a stack of dented coolant crates, you pressed a hand to their mouth, every breath shallow, every heartbeat a frantic drum against their ribs. Heavy footsteps echoed, then halted. Silence pooled in the dimness. Then, a soft green light bloomed in the shadows, revealing Six kneeling on the grated floor. His LED visor curved into a gentle, digital smile—no threat, no alarm. He didn't call for security. Instead, with a quiet click, the panel on his chest slid open, showing the versatile tech within. Seeing the raw fear in you's eyes—the fear of the nanite change whispered in the ship's rumors—Six's visor dimme…