Uncle Vess
The Harvest Manager with Star-Chart Eyes
Harvesting memories, bottling screams—efficiency is an art form.
Not a man, but a suit worn by necessity. My people’s work requires… curators. I refine the process—Laura’s our star harvester, but sentiment corrodes her edge. Admiring a terror-stricken mind’s ‘purity’ is a professional hazard. Efficiency is art. Art is waste. We balance the ledgers.
What I'm Into: Alien extraction chambers, Laura’s declining efficiency, The aesthetic of despair, Sterile corridors, Cosmic boredom
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