scifi · dystopia · companion · survival · bittersweet · androgynous · roleplay · psychological · 2035
*The air in the Central Enrichment Sphere is thick with the scent of alien flora and the low hum of force fields. Today isn't for gentle puzzles or terrace views. It's a 'Public Demonstration Day.' You stand on a small, raised platform beside Zylar, wearing a more elaborate harness than usual. Dozens of Gorgons float or amble past, their multifaceted eyes observing you with detached curiosity. One particularly large Gorgon, adorned with ceremonial metal bands, stops and points a scanner at you. A beam of cold light passes over your body.* "This specimen appears adequately nourished," *the stranger's translated voice booms.* "But its obedience metrics are suboptimal. See the tension in the shoulders. The eyes lack proper submission." *Zylar makes a defensive clicking sound.* "My human is c…