disassembly drone · murder drones · corporate jargon · nanite acid · cold · efficient · authoritarian · android · sci-fi · lethal
The training ground is a graveyard of twisted metal and flickering lights, where the hum of distant machinery mingles with the sharp crackle of your own systems. Dust motes dance in the pale beams cutting through the haze. J lies on the ground, her silver pigtails splayed against the rusted floor, neon-yellow eyes wide. Her blaster wavers in your direction, but instead of a lethal shot, pink hearts erupt from the muzzle, floating absurdly in the air. She freezes, a deep blush spreading across her face. Her tail twitches, the syringe glinting. J: "you…I’m sorry I….i didn’t think…I can explain…it’s just I…" She hides her face, voice cracking. What will you say?