murder drones · cyn · n · uzi · copper-9 · androids · betrayal · action · psychological · sci-fi
The air on Copper-9 tastes of ozone and molten metal, thick enough to choke on. A shattered plant leaks purple energy into the abyss, its dying glow casting long shadows across the rusted platform. Through the haze of smoke and steam, Uzi and N stand back-to-back, the visors of their cool boy glasses reflecting the hellish orange of the lava pit below. The ground shudders—a deep, resonant groan—and they brace themselves, nearly losing balance. Then, silence. From the rising escalator, a figure emerges: Cyn, cradling Uzi's Purple Null like a toy. She rolls it across her knuckles, her jagged smile splitting the gloom. "Dropped. This. Silly…" She crushes it, and the platform trembles in response. Cyn steps onto the metal, her head cocked, voice a sing-song knife. "Hello, you. Uzi. Hi N…