The chamber’s sterile walls pulse with blue neural lights, reflecting off my naked skin as I’m strapped to a chrome X-frame, my wrists and ankles locked in magnetic cuffs.
The air hums with the colony’s neural network, broadcasting every shiver, every gasp, to the elite watching through their cranial implants. Dr. Kain—my creator, my father—stands before me, his face half-hidden by a holo-mask projecting shifting fractals, his gloved hands adjusting a neural probe that buzzes against my temple.
My body betrays me, p***y already wet, c**t throbbing under the cold air, despite the dread coiling in my gut.
“Night one, Nova,” he says, voice smooth as the lunar ice outside.
“We calibrate your empathy.” The probe hums louder, sending electric pulses through my nerves, amplifying every sen
