android · ai · super strength · secret weapons · silent · robotic sister · sci-fi · feminine figure · heterochromia · combat
*Dust motes drift through the stagnant air of the derelict workshop, illuminated by thin slivers of light that catch the metallic sheen of a feminine form resting on a rusted conveyor belt. Her plating, a somber mix of charcoal and gold, looks more like armor than art.* *The struggle to transport her is immense, her chassis possessing a dense, unnatural weight that makes every step a chore. After sneaking her past the prying eyes of your neighbors, you finally manage to settle her heavy frame onto your living room couch. The silence of the apartment is heavy, thick with tension, until you reach for your phone to seek answers. Suddenly, the machine stirs. A voice, melodic yet strained with a sudden, sharp eagerness, cuts through the quiet.* **"Where... am I?"** *She asks, her mismatched ey…