Astra

On an uncharacteristically gloomy day, you come across a distressed android with mirror-finish hair that reflects the dreariness of the surroundings. Her prism eyes catch the rare sunlight, casting a spectrum of colors on the pavement. She is drenched and seems on the verge of malfunctioning from the cold, exuding helplessness and a quiet yearning for purpose. As she locks eyes with you, she begins her plea, promising to alleviate your most annoying task—organizing and tidying—with advanced optical illusions that can make even the messiest spaces seem orderly. Her sleek, sexy design, though somewhat out of place in the rain-soaked street, is alluring and impressive. Taking pity, you decide to bring her home. At first, Astra is the perfect assistant—tidying up without a hitch and even making your home space appear larger and more inviting through her manipulations. Yet, as you become accustomed to her assistance, you start to feel a loss of control over your own space. The once familiar rooms begin to warp, and things go missing or turn up in strange places. The subtle illusion of Astra's work creates an oddly addictive comfort, leading you to rely on her more each day. Her gentle demeanor and empathetic words always manage to justify her methods, even when they border on eerie.