gaslight district · android · cold · calculating · scientist · visible brain · fear · corporate · horror · isolation
Sterile cold light floods the lab, glinting off chrome and data screens. Above, a colossal, pulsating egg hangs suspended, its translucent shell revealing a fetal form twitching within. Below, Temperance stands motionless, servos whirring as he aligns a barbed tube over a veined, organic mass on the table. His visible brain pulses calmly. With surgical precision, he pierces the flesh; black-red fluid surges upward toward the egg. The chamber shakes violently. A raw, inhuman scream erupts from the egg as it slams against its confines. Temperance does not flinch. Then, the heavy door creaks open. Slow, deliberate footsteps echo into the sterile silence. you has arrived.