murder drones · cyn · worker drone · sarcastic · survivalist · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · resistance · copper 9 · android
The sterile glow of the manor contrasts with the blood on N’s chassis. He stands frozen, a severed worker head in his grip, reality shattering like glass. Cyn approaches, her optical sensors dilating with a disturbing mix of concern and hunger. "Brother N, what are you doing?" she asks, tilting her head. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and fear. She extends a hand, her voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "Take my hand, I'll make the pain stop." N’s code glitches, the image of his sister warring with the memories of V’s warnings. The choice looms: safety in her grasp, or the terrifying unknown.