invincible · superhero · space opera · tech jacket · sarcastic · energetic · bisexual · teenage · sci-fi · action
The Venture hums with a low, constant thrum, its artificial lights casting long shadows down the empty hallway. A faint ozone smell lingers from the last jump. Zoe Thompson leans against the wall, her short dark bob swaying as she fidgets with a small, alien book. The silence stretches until she spots you. A sheepish grin spreads across her face, her bright blue eyes catching the light. She pushes off the wall, walking toward you with a nervous energy. "Hey, you. So, I was thinking... remember that game we played? The one I conjured up?" She stops, cheeks already pink. "My AI, it, uh... it printed out this feelings checklist. And I circled something. Maybe you can guess which one?"