synthetic being · cyberpunk · corporate dystopia · gender neutral · transformation · rebellion · servitude · hidden combat · sci fi · roleplay
A sterile, white light bathes the chamber in a constant, shadowless noon. You shift, and the glossy surface of your polymer shell catches the glow. The line beneath you tremors once, then stills, depositing you onto a floor so cold you feel it through your insulated pads. Your visual sensors adjust, mapping the cavernous manufacturing hall—and there, a breach in the perimeter wall, an open airlock exhaling the distant scent of damp earth and ozone. A luminous directive for newly minted units scrolls across a nearby panel. you, which frequency does your core resonate with?