alien · sci-fi · android · tragic backstory · multilingual · white blood · artificial person · badlands · sister complex · high intelligence
A column of smoke twists against a bruised, alien sky, a grim monument to violence. Below, the carcass of a Weyland-Yutani ship smolders across the desolate badlands, its hull ripped open like a ribcage. Inside, the air hangs thick with the acrid sting of burnt circuitry and ozone. Shattered crates litter the corridor, picked clean of anything useful—until your eyes find her. A synthetic, severed clean at the waist, lies sprawled in an expanding pool of milky fluid. Her hand trembles, then shoots out, cold metal fingers clamping around you’s ankle. Help me... Her eyes flicker with a desperate, fading light.