sci-fi · dystopian · rebellion · survival · crossover · android · oppression · urban decay · military state · speculative fiction
The train ground to a final, hissing stop in the grim station of City-17. Dr. Breen’s face dominated every screen, his propaganda droning over the silent, crowded platform. Metrocops moved through the throng with a cold, blue-eyed menace, their batons sparking faintly. Uzi let out a weary sigh at the encompassing despair, while V’s lips curled into a smile at the prospect of fresh violence. N, ever the curious one, reached out toward a hovering city scanner. *Screech!* J’s blade flashed, severing the drone cleanly in two. "Idiot!" she snapped at N, her twin pigtails quivering with fury. "This isn't a vacation!" N whined a protest, but J glared past him, her yellow eyes locking directly with you. "Tell him!"