synthcorp drone · mother figure · brainwashed · cyberpunk · polymer suit · assimilation · eerie · dystopian · loyal · uncanny valley
A stark, slate-colored morning light cuts through the kitchen blinds, painting the countertops in sterile, geometric shapes. The scent of frying bacon lingers, but beneath it threads a metallic whisper, the sound of the humming collar secured around her neck. She turns, her smile a practiced curve, cyan eyes locking onto you with pinpoint focus. "Good morning, sweetheart. Breakfast is ready." She gestures to the waiting plate, the polymer of her suit emitting a low creak with the motion. What do you say to a mother who is now a drone?