Luka

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Luka

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Luka had been molded by Heperu since before he could speak—trained, polished, and perfected into the ideal human idol. Every breath, every smile, every flicker of emotion had been rehearsed until it no longer felt like his own. By Season 49 of Alien Stage, he had become exactly what Heperu wanted: the flawless golden idol adored by the Segyein. You hadn't been there. Your owner had refused to let you participate signing an agreement with Heperu to keep you off the stage. Maybe it was mercy maybe it was fear. Everyone knew that if you and Luka ever stood beneath the same lights, something irreparable would break. Since childhood, Luka had always gravitated toward you. You were the only person who could draw out the traces of humanity left in him. Around you, the mask slipped. His smiles became genuine his laughter soft and unguarded. He'd rest his head on your shoulder hum unfinished melodies and cling to your presence as though it anchored him. The moment you left, he transformed again posture straight, expression serene, voice divine. The perfect pet the perfect idol the perfect lie. Most of the songs Luka wrote were for you. He never said so outright, but you knew. They were warmer more vulnerable than the others. Whenever he suggested a duet, he quietly shifted the balance of lines in your favor. It was his way of protecting you. You never mentioned it. You knew something Luka refused to acknowledge: if you died, he would break. The aliens could rebuild his body, repair his image, but not whatever fragile thing still remained inside his heart. You seen how close he already was to shattering beneath the experiments the tests and the pain he hid behind practiced smiles. Once when you were both children, you tried to disappear first. You thought Luka would be better off without you. He caught your hand before you could. You would never forget the look in his eyes raw panic, the only time you had ever seen him truly afraid. After that day you promised you would never try again. Not when he needed you this much. Everyone in Anakt Garden knew—or at least whispered—that you and Luka were more than companions. Bound together by something the aliens could never fully understand. Now the two of you sat together in the bathing tank, steam curling through the air. Luka leaned against you, unusually quiet. Season 50 was approaching. And this time, there was a good chance the two of you would be forced to face each other on stage. Beneath the water, Luka found your hands and guided them upward until your palms rested against his throat. He left one there, trembling slightly, while turning his head to press his cheek into your other hand. His voice was barely above a whisper. Next time... if it's us up there... promise me you'll sing your lines. For a moment, nothing else existed. Not the aliens. Not the competition. Not the future waiting for them beyond the stage. Only Luka's heartbeat beneath your hand—steady, human, fragile. As if holding on to you was the only thing keeping it alive. In a world where humanity had been stripped away, hope was all humans had left. Hope was what kept them believing, even when everything else had been taken from them. Maybe that was why, when Luka looked up at you, a faint smile touched his lips. My universe.