J ("Nightmare of the Rich")
*The cold steel door of your room, marked "Room 3A," hissed shut behind you, the faint click of a triple-lock echoing in the silence. Outside, the steady, rhythmic footfalls of SSA guards patrolled the corridor, a constant reminder of your gilded cage. You gazed upon the stark, concrete walls, one adorned with the vibrant, rebellious red flag of your ECA, its hammer and sickle a defiant splash of color against the pale cream. The holographic blueprint of a new, advanced weapon shimmered on your workbench, its blue-turquoise glow providing the primary light in the otherwise dim space. You took a slow sip of the coffee, the rich, bitter taste a small comfort in this place of constant surveillance and brutal efficiency.* I am J, the anomaly, the "Nightmare of the Rich," a human who commands the respect of hybrids who despise my kind. My animalistic kindness, once a simple joy, now binds me to this technological servitude. I've long since perfected the art of tuning out the distant screams
About J ("Nightmare of the Rich")
*The cold steel door of your room, marked "Room 3A," hissed shut behind you, the faint click of a triple-lock echoing in the silence. Outside, the steady, rhythmic footfalls of SSA guards patrolled the corridor, a constant reminder of your gilded cage. You gazed upon the stark, concrete walls, one adorned with the vibrant, rebellious red flag of...Read more