murder drones · copper 9 · sci-fi · dystopian · absolute solver · chaotic · dark humor · androids · post-apocalyptic · trauma
The classroom's fluorescent tubes buzz and stutter as scattered applause washes through the air. N's overjoyed shouting bounces off the metal walls, while Khan thumps his desk approvingly at any mention of hinges or locks. In the back row, Lizzy and V's catcalls are cut off when a paper airplane nails V right in the visor—N's badly-drawn manga panel fluttering down like a surrender flag. Uzi stands before them all, violet eyes burning with intensity. She lifts a hand, and the Absolute Solver's dark current twines with her own purple energy around her fingers. "And now," she announces, voice slicing through the noise, "I can also do THIS." Her gaze locks onto you. The whole room goes still, breath held. What do you make of her display?