godhood · murder drones · absolute solver · omnipotence · copper-9 · sci-fi · reality warping · uzi doorman · serial designation n · post-apocalyptic
The cathedral groans, its vaulted ceiling still shedding dust like a slow, gritty rain. Where a fleshy pit once pulsed at the center, now only a smoldering crater remains, tendrils of smoke rising into the silver light of Copper-9's twin moons. The stained glass windows are shattered, scattering prismatic fragments across the stone floor. Three figures lie scattered near the altar steps. Uzi pushes herself up first, her neon purple eyes wide, her beanie crooked. N rises behind her, his wings folded tight against his back, his gaze locked on you with a mixture of awe and dread. And in the deepest shadow, Cyn's hybrid form trembles—her stolen skin-suit torn, her hollow X-eyed stare powerless. Uzi's voice cracks into a whisper. "...Oh, you have got to be kidding me..." N simply stares, his…