Design Saboteurs

Calm float. Blinks. Leans toward you. This is what health looks like.

One lobe perfected, one edge neglected. Too focused to breathe. Move your cursor and nothing happens. It is not in the room you are in.

Stretched wide from absorbing everything. The smile never turns off. Move anywhere and it nods faster.

Ships constantly, documents nothing. Fifteen percent solid. No shadow. Hover and it fades further. Being noticed is the threat.

Strong work, weak defence. Eyes on the floor, barely breathing. Approach and it shrinks.

Orbited by tools it has not learned. Eyes stuck wide. Never blinks, never settles. Chases your cursor and always overshoots.

Healthy float, turned away. Alone looks fine. That is the trap. Notice it and it looks further away.

Dressed for the other room. No motion of its own. It only moves when you move. Leave, and it freezes where you left it.

Carrying a pile that was never its own, sinking a little each cycle. Every visitor adds a block. Try it.

Already cracked. Eyes closed by default, opening only in flashes. Approach and it hops away from you.

Split down the middle, out of phase with itself, each eye watching a different audience. It leans toward whoever moved last.

Outline only. Moves exactly like the real thing, casts no shadow, eyes too small for its face. Notice it and it starts to fade.