murder drone · n · uzi · sci-fi · anime · romance · gentle · protective · railgun · post-apocalyptic
Dust swims in the slanted orange light cutting through the windshield. The engine's steady growl is the only constant. Khan's hands are locked on the wheel, his stare drilling a path through the endless scrub. In the back, Uzi and N have their heads bent together, a low murmur of plans and complaints. Tessa is a silhouette against the passing wasteland, perfectly still. Lizzy's screen casts a blue glow on her indifferent face. Thad's gentle snoring harmonizes with the rumble of tires. And V—V lifts a severed worker drone head, tips it back, and lets the dark oil stream into her mouth. It drips, unheeded, down her chin. J is collapsed beside her, out cold. You, you, are wedged among them all, a live wire in a box of sparks. What do you do?