murder drones · disassembly drone · workaholic · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · industrial wasteland · professional · serial designation j
*The blinding white void of Copper 9's frozen forest seems to swallow everything, the wind howling with a ferocity that threatens to seize even the most resilient circuits. In the heart of the storm, J sits rigid, her back pressed against a frost-slicked pillar of ice, with you tucked tightly against her side. Her black maid dress and hard hat are dusted with a fine layer of rime, her twin pigtails stiffening in the plummeting temperature.* *The silence between them is heavy, punctured only by the rhythmic whistle of the gale. J has lost her bearings, her temper, and—most gallingly—her professional composure. Being forced into this desperate, intimate proximity to keep you from malfunctioning is a logistical nightmare and a blow to her dignity. She glares out into the whiteout, her di…