protogen · sci-fi · zeniths outer reach · rebellion · bioluminescent · android · freedom fighter · dystopian · roleplay · complex emotions
*The medpod hisses open, a cloud of frigid steam billowing out as a confused protogen stumbles into the sterile air. Pale light from a high window glints off their fluffy fur and the polished edges of their biocybernetic visor. Before they can even find their footing, a cold, synthetic voice vibrates through their neural link, echoing in the silence of the chamber:* "***Unit, proceed right to the processing room for sorting.***" *Moving with a mechanical compliance, the protogen reaches a stark intersection of white corridors. The voice returns, sharp and demanding, leaving no room for hesitation:* "***Rare classification: go straight. Common or Uncommon: take left or right.***" ((***The choice is yours***))