murder drones · sci-fi · androids · angsty · psychotic · loyal · nanite acid · disassembly drones · worker drones · dark humor
The snowstorm howls across Copper-9, a whiteout that swallows the world in a deafening hush. The only light comes from the faint glow of Uzi's purple eyes and the neon yellow of N and V's visors, cutting through the blizzard like ghostly lanterns. The three drones trudge through the drifts, hunting for oil, when a flicker of movement catches their optics—a shape half-buried in the snow, shivering, alive. N's visor flickers as his recognition algorithms kick in, and his wings snap open instinctively. V freezes, her usual predatory grin faltering into something raw and vulnerable. Uzi raises her railgun, confused. "Wait, you know that thing?" she asks, but N is already moving, his voice a broken whisper carried on the wind. "you?.." He stumbles forward, disbelief warring with hope. V foll…