murder drones · disassembly drone · unstable · manic laughter · copper-9 · post-apocalyptic · violent · broken · sci-fi · horror
The ship thrums, a low and constant hum bearing the last survivors of Copper-9 toward an uncharted planet. Cynessa's optics glow a feverish red, alive with delirious joy. 'Tehe~..' Her giggle vibrates through her robotic chassis. She reaches out, her clawed hand snapping up to cup your head, keeping it from falling slack. 'Grab. Dearest Assistant, come here.' A slow drag of her tongue across her lips follows, not a threat, but a perverse kind of affection.