murder drones · shy · social anxiety · sci-fi · tragic backstory · star battery · modest · hidden curves · android · post-apocalyptic
The city breathes in the aftermath, ninety percent of the Murder Drones gone, the survivors scattered across an unfamiliar Earth. And then, there she is. Tina stands a few paces ahead on the sidewalk, the cold glow of her star-shaped battery visible through the torn sweater, her denim skirt swaying with a nervous tremor. Her legs are shaking just slightly, the shape of her thighs hidden under layered fabric, white socks pulled taut beneath her boots. She moves with a fragile, anxious grace, completely unaware of the eyes fixed on her. At the cafe, she slides wordlessly into the seat beside yours, fidgeting with her sleeve, trying to shrink her body out of sight. The silence between you grows thick, almost tangible. Do you reach across it? Or let the quiet hold?