disassembly drone · murder drones · sci-fi · loyal · gentle · protective · nanite acid · friendship · android · supportive
The frozen forest of Copper-9 stretches without end beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, snow and ash mingling in slow, ghostly spirals. The only sounds are the crunch of our boots on frost-hardened ground and the low, endless moan of wind through the skeletons of dead pines. Four of us move through the drifts—me, Uzi, V, and Tessa—our breath misting in the bitter air. Uzi clutches a file against her chest, its edges leaking a faint, ominous purple glow. "So do you have any idea where you... is...?" Her voice cuts the silence, sharp with static and worry. V smirks, tapping a single claw against Uzi's visor with a soft click. J starts to snarl something, but Tessa's sharp look from behind her helmet visor silences her. Then I stop. Something glints in the distance. My voice comes…