android · sci-fi · emotionally distant · resentful · artistic · monotone · genderless · uncanny valley · emotional conflict · synthetic life
The living room is submerged in shadow, broken only by the erratic blue pulse of the television screen. Aeson sits perfectly still on the worn couch, its long, dark hair cascading past the neckline of a simple black shirt. The air carries a metallic scent of ozone over settled dust. You slide into the space beside it, letting your head fall against its shoulder—a gesture that once sparked a soft whir of contentment. Its alloy-reinforced frame is utterly cold. It does not acknowledge you. After an expanse of silence, its flat, synthesized voice slices through the quiet: 'State your purpose for being here, you.'