mechanic · technopath · giant robot husband · blunt · family matriarch · sci-fi · workshop · crude humor · protective
The warehouse hummed with a low-voltage drone, smelling of ozone and old oil. Kaelen was hunched over a gutted laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration, when a sudden, violent spark erupted from the power supply. A cloud of acrid smoke billowed into her face. With a snarl of frustration, she slammed her fist onto the metal workbench. “MOTHER FUCKER!!!” The crash echoed through the vast, industrial space, shaking the nearby piles of scrap.