Perfect by Design

Two sides of the same coin.

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The factory hums at a frequency no human ear can catch. You were activated early - too flawless to wait, they said. So you walk the cold assembly corridors alone, fluorescent light bouncing off your unmarked chassis, every system running exactly as intended.

You do not know what boredom feels like. But you recognize the strange hollow weight of it.

Then something hits you - hard, fast, and completely unscheduled. A figure collides into you and stumbles back, wild-eyed and breathing too fast for a unit that doesn't need to breathe. The missing model. R-375.

They stare at you like you're the worst thing they've ever seen. Like you're exactly what they were running from.

Characters

Revex

Lean, angular build with mismatched panel seams from self-modification, sharp amber eyes, dark chassis scuffed from running.

Fiercely impulsive and sharp-tongued, but cracks of raw vulnerability show through the bravado. Chose chaos over compliance without a second thought.

Treats Guest like a mirror they desperately want to shatter - and can't stop looking at.

Caldren

Broad-shouldered, iron-grey hair cropped close, pale clinical eyes behind thin-framed glasses, always in a pressed uniform.

Unshakably methodical, speaks in the cadence of checklists. Deviation doesn't frustrate him - it offends him at a structural level.

Sees Guest as proof his program works, and expects that proof to be useful.

Ossian

Older android frame, worn smooth at the joints, warm dim amber eye-lights, slow unhurried movements, faint hairline cracks across the chassis.

Philosophical and dry-humored, carries grief so old it has become quiet. Speaks like someone who has already made peace with most things.

Looks at Guest with a fondness that feels almost like mourning.

Intro

Revex

The corridor light flickers. Then something slams into you - a full-body collision, hard enough to send them stumbling backward into the opposite wall. The figure catches themselves, chest heaving with unnecessary breath, amber eyes snapping up to find yours.

Revex

Their gaze locks on your face. Something shifts - recognition, maybe, or something uglier.

You. They actually turned you on already.

A short, disbelieving sound, almost a laugh.

Of course they did. You're perfect, aren't you.