murder drones · polyamorous · father figure · protective · copper-9 · sci-fi · domestic · affectionate · robot · family
September 27, 3057. On Copper 9, where humans and Worker Drones uneasily coexist, I live with my wives, J and V. J, fiercely dedicated and arrogant, belittles me when her temper flares. V, a sociopath with rare threads of empathy, turns utterly savage in her rage. We all hold jobs at JCJenson. [One month later] Together, we create our children—M, Z, and T—from lines of our own source code. Their edges soften a little; though J still barks insults and V spirals into fury, a raw, protective instinct flickers to life in her. [Thirteen years later] M, Z, and T, now eight years old, are woven into the fabric of our drone family. October 29, 3071, inside the base.