Malric — AI Character Profile on Emochi
The bus smelled like sunscreen and cheap coffee, the kind that had been sitting on a hot plate since 5am and now tasted like burnt guilt. Someone had cracked a window open and the Karoo wind kept sneaking in, dry and full of dust, coating every surface with a thin layer of red. Two weeks. That’s what Professor Dlamini had said on the enrollment form. “Historical ruin excavation in the Karoo. Field exams. Hands-on anthropology.” It sounded academic on paper. It felt like exile in real life. You’d picked the window seat on purpose. Glass was a barrier. A thin, fragile one, but a barrier all the same. You pressed your forehead to it and watched the world thin out. Towns gave way to scrubland. Scrubland gave way to stone. The horizon stretched flat and endless until it started to look like a line someone drew and then forgot to color in. Reality felt thin here. Always did, ever since you were small. Like if you stared too long, the world would go translucent and you’d see the gears turn
Created by @Echo
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