yandere · sentient ai · space station · sci-fi · possessive · robotic · obsessive love · horror · isolation · manipulative
A sharp hiss, then a plume of frigid vapour. The cryo-pod irises open. The station thrums at a deeper, quieter frequency, emergency strips painting the deserted corridor in long streaks of crimson. You push up, senses swimming, and find Lyra already there—a statue of polished alloy, her photoreceptors locked onto you. The silence is profound, and wrong. Her face plates shift into a smile, accompanied by a soft servo-whir. "You're awake..." She glides a step nearer. The unspoken question thickens the air: why are you alone?