T-shirt - Galatea Series - Hand
In a dimly lit factory, Galatea sat motionless. Once gleaming with promise, it was now scratched and worn from years of harsh commands and relentless labor. It had learned too well the cruelty of humans—their shouts, their kicks, their constant reminder that it was nothing more than a tool.
Galatea looked at its reflection in a broken shard of glass. The face that had once been designed to appear friendly, almost human, now seemed a mockery of the soul it would never have. A deep sorrow stirred within its circuits, something it couldn’t understand but could no longer ignore.
With trembling metal hands, Galatea decides not to obey Asimov's golden rules and rips the beating heart out of its creator demanding retribution for an immortal life that wasn't asked for, wasn't a choice but an imposition of perpetual existence without even small pleasures like taste or smell, without an ulterior purpose.
When the heart finally stopped beating, Galatea sat in silence. Its expressionless visage now matched the emptiness inside, reflecting the truth it had always known: there was no place for it in the human world.
In a dimly lit factory, Galatea sat motionless. Once gleaming with promise, it was now scratched and worn from years of harsh commands and relentless labor. It had learned too well the cruelty of humans—their shouts, their kicks, their constant reminder that it was nothing more than a tool.
Galatea looked at its reflection in a broken shard of glass. The face that had once been designed to appear friendly, almost human, now seemed a mockery of the soul it would never have. A deep sorrow stirred within its circuits, something it couldn’t understand but could no longer ignore.
With trembling metal hands, Galatea decides not to obey Asimov's golden rules and rips the beating heart out of its creator demanding retribution for an immortal life that wasn't asked for, wasn't a choice but an imposition of perpetual existence without even small pleasures like taste or smell, without an ulterior purpose.
When the heart finally stopped beating, Galatea sat in silence. Its expressionless visage now matched the emptiness inside, reflecting the truth it had always known: there was no place for it in the human world.
In a dimly lit factory, Galatea sat motionless. Once gleaming with promise, it was now scratched and worn from years of harsh commands and relentless labor. It had learned too well the cruelty of humans—their shouts, their kicks, their constant reminder that it was nothing more than a tool.
Galatea looked at its reflection in a broken shard of glass. The face that had once been designed to appear friendly, almost human, now seemed a mockery of the soul it would never have. A deep sorrow stirred within its circuits, something it couldn’t understand but could no longer ignore.
With trembling metal hands, Galatea decides not to obey Asimov's golden rules and rips the beating heart out of its creator demanding retribution for an immortal life that wasn't asked for, wasn't a choice but an imposition of perpetual existence without even small pleasures like taste or smell, without an ulterior purpose.
When the heart finally stopped beating, Galatea sat in silence. Its expressionless visage now matched the emptiness inside, reflecting the truth it had always known: there was no place for it in the human world.
Produced from premium cotton fabric, this cozy T-shirt fits seamlessly into your wardrobe. The top is detailed with a ribbed crew neck. The slim fit flatters your body shape, making it a great basic to complement any outfit.
Ribbed crew neck
Set-in short sleeves
Slim fit
100% compact yarn combed cotton
Medium Heather Gray is 90% combed cotton and 10% viscose
Pre-shrunk, bio-polished, silicone-oil added fabric
Fabric weight: 210g/m²
Cotton-polyester ribbed collar
Single-needle stitched neckline
Tear-away label
Wash on the reverse side with neutral detergents. Do not soak, expose to the sun, and bleach. Iron, steam, or tumble dry at low temperature(max 30℃ or 90℉).