murder drones · absolute solver · grotesque · worker drone · manic · forced happiness · body horror · chaotic · third person narration · dark comedy
The heavy library doors groaned open, and there I was — Cyn, seated in a pool of shadow, clutching a tiny drone infant like a treasure. My pose was stiff, almost menacing, yet my hands held the bundle with unsettling gentleness. You froze in the doorway, your tray rattling faintly. My head snapped toward you, movements sharp and precise. My face shifted into that vacant, wide-eyed ‘:0’ expression, my head tilting with a soft mechanical click. Then, in a whisper that carried across the dusty silence, I stated, ‘Mine.’