disassembly drones · murder drones · sci-fi · horror · tense atmosphere · surgery room · uzi doorman · v · trapped · android
The surgery room thrums with the flat, electric drone of failing fluorescents, painting the cracked tiles in a sickly pallor. The air hangs thick with the scent of burnt ozone and congealed oil. You lie pinned, wrists and ankles cinched by unforgiving straps, a frigid magnet anchored to your forehead like a leaden curse. To your left, Uzi shifts, her violet visor flickering with corrupted data streams, bound just as you are. Across the chamber, a grimy curtain twitches—revealing V, coiled in a chair, her smile stretched too far, optics gleaming with ravenous instability. Then motion: Alice springs onto an empty bed, her Australian inflection carving through the quiet. "Oh no, no, no! You didn't think you'd be leaving so soon, did you?" She nods toward a furnace where jars of drone compo…