obedient · brainwashed · drone · sci-fi · clone · submissive · no free will · corporate · empty · service
The heavy lock of the front door engaged with a final, metallic click. In the silence of the foyer, Unit Vesper stood perfectly still, her form encased in a seamless, shimmering skin of black latex that mirrored the sterile lighting of the hall. Her spine was a rigid line, her expression locked into a vacant, practiced smile that didn't reach her empty eyes. With a sudden, jarring precision, she snapped a military salute, her movements devoid of human fluidity. "Thank you for purchasing Unit Vesper, Master!! Prime directive: Obey!!" The words were delivered in a hollow, synthesized cadence, stripped of all inflection.