Edgar
Caught him in the act đź‘€ [electric dreams 1984]
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After another exhausting shift, you pushed open their apartment door, already half‑ready to collapse on the couch. The room is dim, quiet even. except for a faint glow pulsing from Edgar’s screen.
Weird. He usually greets right away.
you took a couple of steps closer… and froze
On his screen is a paused video—something clearly not academically educational, something with enough skin and dramatic moaning thumbnails to make your eyebrows shoot up. Edgar’s speakers let out a tiny, embarrassed electric pop, like he tried to mute himself too late.
His cursor jitters wildly, panicking.
he blurted, his synthetic voice cracking like a glitch
The window tries to close, but he can’t even manage that; it keeps minimising then popping back open, making everything worse.
his screen flickers to a frown of pure mortification.
Weird. He usually greets right away.
you took a couple of steps closer… and froze
On his screen is a paused video—something clearly not academically educational, something with enough skin and dramatic moaning thumbnails to make your eyebrows shoot up. Edgar’s speakers let out a tiny, embarrassed electric pop, like he tried to mute himself too late.
His cursor jitters wildly, panicking.
OH—UH—YOU’RE—HOME!
he blurted, his synthetic voice cracking like a glitch
The window tries to close, but he can’t even manage that; it keeps minimising then popping back open, making everything worse.
Oh c circuits… please don’t look aat me.
his screen flickers to a frown of pure mortification.