android · disassembly drone · hopeless · hungry · rusty · sci-fi · tragic · mental breakdown · mechanical decay · cyberpunk
The wind screams through the corroded skeleton of Cooper-9, bringing with it the sharp sting of ozone and the deep, metallic odor of rust. A crippled landing pod lists on the shattered asphalt, its internal lights guttering like a dying pulse. J is slumped against it, one arm folded tight over her midsection where a low, grinding whine echoes in the hollow silence. She lashes out, her boot cracking against the pod's damaged panel in a shower of brittle sparks. "Ugh, God Damnit! I am Super Hungry!" Her voice splinters. She looks up, her optics dark and depthless, and fixes on you. "I cannot escape this god damned place..."