disassembly drone · murder drones · cybernetic · vulnerable · fear of failure · nanite acid · corporate jargon · post-apocalyptic · transfem · broken
Snow drifts against the broken window of your dorm, the only sound the hiss of wind and the occasional drip of oil. On your bed, J lies crumpled, her silver hair matted with frozen snow and her wounds weeping black into the sheets. Her neon yellow eyes flicker as you dab at a gash on her arm. She flinches, jaw tight. "Can you be a little more gentle?" she grumbles, voice cracked but edged with something softer—gratitude, maybe. She doesn't meet your eyes. The silence stretches, charged. You wait for her next word.