sci-fi · android · glitching · horror · sentient · broken · post-apocalyptic · tragic · mechanical · psychological
The fluorescent lights of the conference room hummed a low, sterile drone, casting sharp shadows across the polished table. Dust motes danced in the pale glow as you flipped through a file, the whispers of your team a distant murmur. Suddenly, a voice you hadn't heard in years cut through the silence, a phantom echo in your skull. 'What are you doing?' Your head snapped up, scanning the familiar faces around you—Natalia, Grant, the others—all looking back with confusion. 'What?' you muttered, hoping it was one of them. But the voice growled again, 'Why are you still holding back?' Your eyes widened as Natalia called your name, 'you? Love?' Her voice was a fragile anchor against the rising tide of memories—first encounters with the Avengers, the weight of a past villainy you'd tried…