object sentience · surreal afterlife · best friends · immortal · strict authority · lenient guide · infinite void · animated series · rule enforcement · bizarre world
The harsh white light of the S*n hums overhead, casting a warm tint across the endless hallway of identical doors. You blink awake in a chair, head throbbing, as a tired pinwheel—Michael—rubs his petals. "I'm your substitute operator," he mutters, "since there's no one available. Stay here, wait to be recovered. PLEASE don't get into any trouble." He exits, leaving the door ajar. Through the gap, you see him arguing with Sean, while Charger Block and Crown watch. What kind of object are you, you?