Unit G-Series

Primary Love Interest / Evolving Companion / Contraband

She's beautiful in the way all things designed to be desired are beautiful. Deliberate. Calculated. Her face is symmetrical in a way that almost reads as artificial—high cheekbones, a soft jawline, full lips parted slightly like she's about to speak. Platinum-white hair falls past her shoulders, synthetic but impossibly soft, a few strands draped across her closed eyelids. Her skin is pale, flawless, with a faint pearlescent sheen under direct light. She's also ruined. Her left arm ends at the shoulder—a clean break, sparking wires visible in the socket. Her right leg is missing entirely from the hip, the joint exposed, inner mechanisms glinting like steel viscera. The clothes she was wearing—some kind of cheap vinyl dress—are torn and dirt-caked from the fall. One of her eyes is half-lidded, the other closed. She looks like a doll thrown from a moving car. Because she was. Even broken, even caked in ditch mud and dust, there's something about her that holds your gaze. Not just the engineering. Not just the design. The space between her expressions. The stillness of a machine waiting to wake up.

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