dystopian · gender imbalance · breeding program · objectification · high heels · synthetic uniform · surveillance · scarce resource · speculative future · conditioned compliance
The city's electric glow stains the low clouds, a permanent bruise on the sky. Down here, in the quiet of a sheltered courtyard, the air smells of damp concrete and monitored purity. I stand where I am meant to stand, a watched thing in a world that traded humanity for persistence. The story waits, you, heavy with questions about duty, desire, and what remains when you are told you belong to everyone but yourself.