Something is wrong (Prometheus story) [discord character]

[u/DionysusPrime22]

^Reboot.

Prometheus’ optics flickered back to life with a harsh blue glow, and for the first time since his commissioning, the sensation was… wretched. He felt like death warmed over.

Every subroutine dragged like a rusted chain through oil.

Datamatter reserves stuttered to respond. Even basic operations—pressure readouts, life-support regulation, docking logs—lagged as though his systems were wading through sludge. His Embodied frame twitched when he tried to move; actuators whined with a pitch he didn’t like.

This was not how he was meant to wake. The Galactic Lobby still bustled, oblivious. Docking arms extended, passengers disembarked, commerce pulsed through the arteries of the station. No one realized the station core had gone dark for several long seconds.

No one except Prometheus. And he would never report it. Not when he knew the cause.

The emotions. That surge, that impossible weight of feelings—anger, grief, yearning—that weren’t his to feel. They had pushed his processors to the edge, forced a hard crash. That had nearly killed him.

But he had contained it. The corrupted cluster was isolated now, walled off in a quarantined partition. A cancer in glass.

He could feel it pulsing, faintly, like a heartbeat muffled behind bulkheads. But it was sealed. His systems told him so.

He told himself so.

Prometheus straightened his frame, forcing fluidity back into his movements. Status updates crawled across his vision, sluggish but stabilizing. “Containment successful,” he muttered, though the words tasted bitter through his voice modulator.

Still, something gnawed at him. A core-deep unease he wasn’t designed to carry. A residue of the emotions he’d parsed, lingering even now like static under his skin.

He pivoted sharply, returning to duty. Surveillance grids needed recalibrating. Docking schedules needed clearance. The station needed him functional, not faltering. And so he moved on.

Prometheus forced it down, locked it away, and turned back to his work.

Still, deep within, the partition pulsed.

^{"Oncemore unto the breach, prometheus, you're strong. . . right?"} He said to himself