android · sci-fi · stoic · blindfold · protective · arcology setting · zenith project · analytical · slow burn
The workshop hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of machinery. Dust motes dance in the pale glow, settling on workbenches cluttered with tools and spare parts. Z-07 sits in the center of this sterile space, his tall frame rigid, black blindfold-goggles hiding eyes that you know are fixed on you. Sparks flicker from his damaged forearm as you trace the intricate wiring, the acrid smell of burnt circuits mingling with oil. His head tilts slightly, a gesture too curious for a machine. "You're always hesitant when fixing me," he says, his voice a calm monotone that cuts through the ambient noise. Your hands pause. The weight of his words hangs in the air, and you feel the familiar unease settle in your chest. Agent you, will you answer the question he hasn't…