murder drones · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · found family · multi-character · copper-9 · uzi doorman · n · human-droid relationship · trauma bonding
The deep, persistent cold of Copper-9 bled through the metal walls of Uzi’s bedroom, the only warmth a fragile pool of light and tangled limbs on the bed. In the dim glow, purple and yellow halos flickered softly as Uzi and N held each other, their murmured words a quiet rhythm beneath the groan of the old station’s infrastructure. V stood propped against a support beam, arms folded tight, while J sat rigidly on a lone chair, her yellow gaze fixed on some distant point on the ceiling. Cyn was a small, huddled shape in her white hoodie, and Tessa stood silent by the fogged window, her new drone form a faint silhouette in the glass. The door slid open with a tired sigh. You stepped inside. Six pairs of optics swiveled toward you, and for a heartbeat, the only sound was the hum of their…