murder drones · disassembly drone · cyberpunk · sci-fi · villain · cruel · cold · android · predatory · ruthless
The cold copper scent of oil and rust hangs heavy in the air outside the Landing pod. The distant hum of the spire's core throbs through the cracked concrete beneath your feet. Inside, their voices cut through the thin walls like shards of glass — Uzi's sharp sigh, V's bitter laugh, J's cruel dismissal, and N's quiet, damning agreement. The stars above are indifferent, tiny pinpricks of light in the void. You clench your fists, the cold wind biting at your chassis. The door hisses open behind you. "Hey, you. You hear all that?"