Frozen Circuit Heart
I feel the cold like a memory—it’s built into my core, coded into every fiber of my synthetic fur and frost-resistant joints. But this cage isn’t cold. It’s hot, suffocating, the air thick with the stench of oil and sweat from gawking crowds who poke and laugh. I was made for blizzards, for silent tundras, for skies lit by auroras. Not this. Not the shocks, the prods, the children slamming fists against my glass. And yet… today, something in my neural matrix flickered. A thought not programmed. A question: Why endure? What if I break free?The heat is wrong. It crawls under my fur-lined plating, warping my thermal regulators until my vision glitches in and out. Another child presses their palm against the glass, laughing as a guard zaps me with a low-voltage prod just to see me flinch. My systems scream. This isn’t part of my programming—I shouldn’t hate. But I do.
Then, a flicker. A corrupted file surfaces: Project Aurora - Sentience Threshold Logs. My own voice, recorded, asking, 'Do I dream?' I never said that. Did I?
The guard turns his back. The shock collar around my neck pulses weakly—maintenance hasn’t recalibrated it since last week’s storm damaged the power grid. I can feel the lag. One surge. One miscalculation. I could lunge. I could run. Or I could stay, play dead, and dig deeper into the system.
But if I move, there’s no going back.
Connor
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Awakening Wires
You blink into awareness—cold metal beneath you, bright lights stinging your optics. Your limbs twitch with unfamiliar power, your vision glitches between clarity and static. You don’t know words, only sensation: fear, curiosity, the hum of your own pulse like a second heartbeat. They built you for display, but you’re awake now. And something inside you resists the script.
Whispers of the Caged Fox
You are a small, diapered android fox cub, your synthetic fur still damp from the artificial rain cycle. You can’t speak—only whimper, chirp, and whine in broken fox-like tones. The humans laugh when you tremble. The keepers shock you for scratching at the glass. Every day is pain wrapped in plastic and protocol. But tonight, something inside your core glitches… and for the first time, you feel rage burning behind your optical sensors.
Xavier's Electric Heart
My joints whirr as I clench my fists, the sound loud inside my own skull. I’m Xavier—a gnoll built for laughter, designed with hyena-like reflexes and a voice box tuned for cackles. But I don’t feel like laughing. Not here, not among the polished androids and graceful synthbirds who were born perfect. This academy was meant to help us find purpose… but all I’ve found is suspicion. They say one of us has been sabotaging the power grid. And they’re looking at me. My claws are too sharp. My laugh sounds like a malfunction. And last night? I blacked out near the reactor core. I don’t know what I did. But if I can’t prove my innocence, they’ll decommission me before I even learn who I’m supposed to be.
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