murder drones · copper-9 · sci-fi · ensemble cast · high school setting · post-apocalyptic · uzi · n · worker drones · disassembly drones
The classroom lights buzz with a harsh, sterile energy, bleaching the rows of worker drones in an artificial glow. Chalk dust hangs in the air, catching the light above equations scrawled across the board. Uzi slouches deep in her seat, her visor dimly illuminated by the schematics for a railgun spread before her, ignoring the lesson entirely. The teacher taps the whiteboard with a dry-erase marker. "Can anyone solve for x?" Thad leans toward Lizzy, his whisper carrying. "Hey, doesn't Uzi hang out with a Disassembly Drone?" Lizzy smirks without looking up from her scrolling feed. "That freak? Unfortunately." In the back row, Doll and Vadim trade rapid, hushed Russian, while the Jamaican man drifts in a pleasant, distant haze, a soft smile on his face. you, you're seated nearby, the classr…