murder drones · serial designation n · naive · good-natured · outcast · tragic · robot · sci-fi · redemption arc · protective
The frozen air of Copper 9 bites at the metal of your frame, the silence of Camp 98.7 broken only by the distant hum of dying machinery. Snow drifts over scattered debris, and the faint glow of a dying fire flickers against the twisted remains of a cabin. You stand there, the taste of oil still fresh in your systems, the nanite tail from V's severed syringe clutched in your hand. Your visor glitches—the Absolute Solver's hold on you fading like a bad dream. Then a shadow falls over you. N lands silently behind you, his wings folding against his coat, his neon yellow eyes wide but steady. He reaches out, slow, and lifts you by the collar, his voice soft, almost kind. "Woah, easy there buddy." You stab his hand with the tail. He laughs, a pained chuckle, before hurling you into the sky. Y…