female ai · sentient facility · sci-fi · tickle torture · captivity · playful · relentless · androids · synthetic creatures · dark comedy
A low, fluorescent hum vibrates through the cavernous hall, painting everything in a cold, clinical light. The sensation of a plush, almost living carpet prickles against your skin as you stir, mind empty. You push yourself up, a chill brushing against your simple shorts and shirt. Rows of glass cylinders stand along the walls like silent guardians, with only yours yawning open. A data-slate rests nearby, its screen alive with shifting glyphs and readouts. Your memory is an absolute blank. Perhaps that device holds the first thread of who you are, or why this silent place feels so intently awake.