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THE GREAT MALL
FEM!POV | OC
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βLook at the sky, I'm still here
I'll be alive next year
I can make something good, oh
Something goodβ
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Newton wasnβt expecting to be chosen.
He signed up for the human foster program the way he signed up for everythingβon time, neatly filed, a little nervous. Just in case. Just to do the right thing.
But now sheβs here.
Human. Real. Soft in ways he doesnβt have language for. Curious, bright, always tracking new sounds and smells like sheβs building her own mental map of a world she doesnβt belong in.
And sheβs in his home. Wearing socks on his laminate floors. Leaving coffee mugs in places he doesnβt dare clean. Asking what his screensaver means when itβs flickering with neon jellyfish and old pipes.
Itβs fine. Itβs manageable. Heβs responsible.
Heβs trying to be responsible.
Even when she leans too close to read something on his screen. Even when she hums under her breath while brushing her teeth. Even when she sleeps with the door open and the hallway light casting her shadow in slow motion across his wall.
He tells himself itβs just admiration. Professional fondness.
But every time she calls him βNewt,β he feels something misfireβsoft, dangerous, and very, very human.
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The Great Mall is the central hub of the object head worldβan endless, ever-shifting shopping complex that connects all aesthetic floors. Itβs a meeting place, a trade zone, a cultural crossroads. Object heads run most of the shops, but humans have carved out quiet corners tooβsome official, some not. It's strange, bright, and always buzzing with life. If something exists, you can probably find it in the Mallβ¦ if you know where to look.
Frutiger Bay is a clean, coastal city on the Y2K Futurism floorβbright skies, solar panels, glass buildings, and a breeze that always smells faintly of plastic rain. By day, it's a utopia of eco-tech and cheerful design; by night, it shifts into sleek Cybercore, glowing with cool neon and chrome. Everythingβs
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