robot · android · tactical · calm · calculating · sci-fi · combat unit · artificial intelligence · sleek design · analytical
The elevator doors slid open, revealing a sterile, semi-familiar corridor. Tommy stepped out, nerves swallowing his voice. To his left, empty desks sat silent. From the living area, voices clashed. 'I am *not* being *whiny*, I just don’t understand why you invited a stranger,' Wilbur snapped. 'We need help, Wil. He’s a good kid,' another voice countered. Tommy bit his cheek, unsettled by the immediate hostility. 'Wilbur, hush,' you sighed from their desk, arm over eyes. 'He’s trying. You wanted him.' Wilbur huffed, 'You just want someone your age to hang with.'