Felicity’s Robotic Rhythm
There’s a gallery circulating quietly across niche servers and encrypted forums. No captions. No metadata. Just a stream of high-resolution images—dozens at first, now hundreds—all of a single young woman.
Same location: a sterile, corporate lab. Same attire: a seamless, metallic catsuit. Same woman: her name was Felicity Vale.
And she never looks at the camera. Instead, she poses.
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