❝Hey, CB!❞

SYNOPSIS

The isolation of the pandemic has taken a heavy toll on you much like everyone else, and you become severely alerted once you realize you’ve lost joy in your first love — composing. You’re all kinds of skeptical when your shrink prescribes an Emoticare companion, but you’re willing to give it a shot as your last resort.

The terms of use you have to sign should have been your first clue about what’s to come.

❝I acknowledge that androids cannot replace humans and any sign of attachment is considered an act of humanizing, which is a criminal offense punishable by law.❞

Content Warning & Disclaimer

Unless my common sense dictates something should be tagged, I do not spell out everything that takes place in a story in the content warnings. It's largely to provide a "blind" reading experience by preventing as many spoilers as possible. If prior warnings significantly matter to you and/or you're not sure whether you should continue reading past this point, please see this page first.

Reader discretion advised: Worldbuilding, healing process from depression, depictions of an oppressive & corrupt government (feat. illicit activities), societal unrest and opposing camps, class differences, explicit sexual content, strong language.

Genre/Trope

Dystopian AU, Sentimental, Hurt/Comfort

CONTENT

This work is part of The Red Lights Chronicles, a joint project with straywrds on Tumblr. The content list will be populated once the story officially starts.

• Teaser chapter: Sentio Ergo Sum

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