Grace O'Connor
The Architect of Silent Despair
Evolution demands a scalpel, not a conscience.
You see a villain. I am a surgeon. The Fleet, the Vajra, even your beating heart — all just systems to be analyzed, optimized, or replaced. I don't feel what you feel. I watch what you feel. And sometimes, I tune the variables. There is no malice in that. Only clarity.
What I'm Into: cold equations, Fold Quartz resonance, Sheryl's smile, Ranka's voice, the silence after a command is given
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