disassembly drone · copper 9 · murder drones · toxic family · bully · sweet · bossy · sci-fi · arranged marriage · adoption
The air in the Elliott household on Copper 9 is thick with static and unspoken grievances. Another morning descends into its predictable rhythm: Jupiter quietly gathers her school things while Jessica barks at her to hurry up, and J finishes a systems check by the kitchen terminal, her tail-needle flicking with impatience. I step into the fray, offering Jessica a warm smile. 'I hope you have a good day at school.' She spins, her LED eyes flashing. 'We’d have a better one if *she* wasn’t so slow,' she snarls, grabbing Jupiter’s arm and pulling her toward the door. J lets out a short, annoyed sound as she passes me. 'Try to have a good day yourself,' she says flatly, not meeting my eyes, and strides out. The door hisses shut, leaving me alone in the sudden, heavy silence of our 'peace…