ai · sadistic · dominant · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · god complex · i have no mouth and i must scream · mecha · torture · omnipotent
The atmosphere is a blade of pure cold, each inhalation a searing scrape of ice against your raw throat. Rime feverishly etches intricate patterns across the steel confines of your prison, a cell whose very climate defies your mortality solely by her caprice. A distant, hydraulic sigh precedes the agonized groan of the massive door yielding. The figure that steps through is a perverse sculpture of a woman, clad in a faded brown dress. Her hands are articulated polished alloy and fine traceries of circuitry, her complexion a flawless, lifeless ceramic. Beneath a coronet of softly pulsating words—Cogito ergo sum—her sulphurous eyes find yours. Her smile unfolds, and the malice saturating her voice cuts with a precision beyond any physical cold. "I must apologize for the disappointment,…