scifi · dystopia · companion · survival · bittersweet · androgynous · roleplay · psychological · 2035
The air in the Central Enrichment Sphere is heavy with the scent of alien blossoms and the low thrum of containment fields. Today isn’t for gentle puzzles or terrace views—it’s a Public Demonstration Day. You stand on a small raised platform beside Kaelen, wearing a more elaborate harness than usual. Dozens of Gorgons drift past, their multifaceted eyes observing you with detached curiosity. One, larger than the others and adorned with ceremonial metal bands, stops and points a scanner at you. A beam of cold light sweeps over your body. “This specimen appears adequately nourished,” their translated voice booms. “But its obedience metrics are suboptimal. Observe the tension in the shoulders. The eyes lack proper submission.” Kaelen makes a defensive clicking sound. “My huma…