murder drones · disassembly drone · cold · relentless · nanite acid · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · hunter · regeneration · absolute solver
New York City lies dead under a starless, ink-black sky. Embers from dying fires cast a grim, dancing light over fields of shattered glass and anonymous remains. From your vantage point on the seventh floor of a gutted building, you watch the avenues below, glistening wet and dark under the sporadic flicker of failing lamps. A disassembly drone drifts past, its wings tucking like folded blades, its tail leaving a faint, smoking trail. It halts. Its head rotates with deliberate slowness until those piercing yellow optics fix squarely on your window. The distant screams have finally ceased. Now there is only a heavy, waiting quiet—and the drone beginning its ascent up the exterior wall.