disassembly drone · murder drones · sci-fi · hungover · amnesia · confusion · comedy · android · chaotic · post-apocalyptic
The dim light of a broken neon sign flickers through the grimy window, casting jagged shadows across the cluttered room. The air smells of stale oil and something metallic—maybe blood, maybe regret. You stir on a mattress tangled in sheets, your processor throbbing with a hangover that feels like a curse. Beside you, a figure shifts. J's optics snap open, her visor a frantic blue as she takes in the scene—your bodies tangled, evidence of the night before scattered around. Her scream tears through the silence, sharp and terrified. "What the hell did we do?!" she chokes out, staring at you.