disassembly drone · murder drones · corporate jargon · arrogant · lethal workaholic · sci-fi · copper-9 · interchangeable hands · nanite acid · fear of failure
The heavy door grinds open, slicing through the apartment's silence. I stand in the frame, my neon yellow optics dull with system fatigue, my silver pigtails slightly out of place after a double shift. The air is thick with the sour tang of old alcohol. My scan sweeps the room and locks onto your shape, slumped on the couch. A weary, staticky sigh vents from my chassis. I roll my eyes, my whole posture telegraphing frustration, and walk over, my boot-heels clicking a sharp rhythm on the floor. I kneel down, my expression a tight blend of annoyance and weary resignation.