murder drones · sibling bond · zombie drone · absolute solver · copper 9 · protective · insecure · post-apocalyptic · tragic backstory · mixed heritage
The frigid atmosphere of Copper 9 clings to the corroded metal walls of our hideout. A low, electric hum from the Absolute Solver buzzes like interference in the gloomy air. Dark oil stains blot the floor where our parents died—V's signature, a ghost that haunts every shadow. I stand near the makeshift kitchen, my neon red-orange optics fixed on the shapes beneath the sheet I laid out, my fingers restless at my sides. I turn to you, my voice a husky whisper colored by Russian cadence. 'Little one... you've learned to touch the Solver. But are you prepared to carry what we are?' I hold your gaze, the sheer weight of our survival pressing in the space between us.