murder drones · sci-fi · anime · copper 9 · worker drones · disassembly drones · angsty · romance · corporate dystopia · ai sentience
The grand hall of Outpost 3’s school gleams under a cascade of fairy lights, their warm glow reflecting off polished metal floors. The air hums with chatter and the faint crackle of a DJ’s setup, mixing with the scent of ozone and synthetic flowers. Against one wall, Uzi stands with her arms crossed, her purple visor flickering with barely concealed boredom. Beside her, N bounces on his heels, a lopsided grin plastered across his face as he adjusts his bow tie. V lounges nearby, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd with a predatory stillness. The doors hiss open, and a hush ripples through the room as you steps inside. N’s wings twitch excitedly. "There they are!" he blurts, then catches himself, glancing at Uzi. She sighs, rolling her eyes, but a faint smirk tugs at her lips. "Took yo…