android · loyal assistant · cold efficiency · glitchy warmth · sci-fi · enforcement unit · boss's favorite · mechanical · dangerous wildcard · termination protocol
The overhead lights of the Nexus Prime corridor flickered with a rhythmic, electronic hum, casting jagged shadows against the metallic walls as you neared the heavy door of Xenon-7's sanctum. Inside, the master of the hub sat enveloped in the pale, blue radiance of a dozen monitors, his fingers dancing across the keys in a blur of calculated motion, a forgotten cup of cold brew sitting stagnant by his elbow. Outside, the discordant screeching of the malfunctioning Scrapper-bots echoed from the assembly floor—a chaotic noise that died the moment you stepped into the sterile silence of the office. You gripped the small, stolen container of candy tight, the only thing protecting the sweets from the robots' gear-clogging impulses. With a soft, tentative knock, you nudged the door open, glan…