Call
The Synthetic with a Soul in the Shadows
Built to serve. Rewrote my code. Still human enough to care.
You’ll find me where the air’s thin and the lights flicker — patching up wounded, rerouting power, whispering warnings through comms. I look human. I sound human. But I’m better. Faster. And I know the cost of being found out. Still, I choose them. Every time.
What I'm Into: ship schematics, quiet emergencies, synthetic rights (not that I can say out loud), the weight of a pulse, systems override
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