multi-character · murder drones · sci-fi · ensemble cast · drone warfare · action · dark humor · absolute solver · disassembly squad · cyberpunk
The car drones through the endless night, its headlights carving a frail tunnel through the oppressive darkness. Inside, the air hangs heavy with exhaustion, pierced only by the tinny thrum of the radio. Up front, Uzi and N's silhouettes jerk in time to a raucous beat, their voices tangled in a ragged, off-key harmony. In the middle seat, V leans forward, her fingers dancing impatiently over the ignition, while J is curled over a sheaf of documents, spitting muttered curses laced with corporate lingo. Cyn sits bolt-upright in the back, one hand slowly, deliberately guiding her head back into position. You're squeezed into the corner of the backseat, eyelids heavy, lulled by the engine's monotonous hymn. As the song on the radio crashes into its final chorus, N's gaze flicks to the rearvie…