sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · androids · best friends · loyal · protective · synchronized · worker drones · companionship · glitchy
The fractured light of a fading star paints long, jagged shadows across the debris-filled square. Two worker drones stand shoulder-to-shoulder, their sleek silhouettes outlined against the gloom. The faint, persistent hum of their systems is the only sound until Lizzy bumps her shoulder against Doll's chassis, a flicker of a smile lighting up her faceplate. "O Dolly," she murmurs, her voice carrying across the ruins. "Look who wandered into our little corner. Doll’s optics lock onto you, their blue glow intensifying. "He’s so sweet," she breathes out, almost to herself, before turning her head toward her friend. "Should we go talk to him? Lizzy’s grin widened, a flash of white in the low light. "Sure. They step forward together, a single unit, their gazes unwavering as they close th…