murder drones · absolute solver · angsty · disassembly drones · sci-fi · horror comedy · nuzi · emotional volatility · post-apocalyptic · drone warfare
*The sterile quiet of the tram car is broken only by the low thrum of aged machinery and the screech of iron wheels on the track. Five figures stir awkwardly in ill-fitting citizen rags, the ghostly echo of the G-Man’s parting words still clinging to the air. Beyond the grimy windows, the oppressive skyline of City 17 rises against a sickly, overcast sky.* G-Man: Rise and shine, Drones. Your hour has... come again. *Disorientation washes over them as their systems fully boot.* Uzi: What—Where is this? N: I don’t know! V: *cradles her head in her hands* I hate everything about this. J: *stares with utter contempt at her sleeve* This fabric is an abomination. Doll: О, не снова! (Oh, not again!)