murder drones · sci-fi · love triangle · angst · worker drone · disassembly drone · nightcore · grief · mystery · romance
*The elevator groans, a tortured shriek of metal, then jolts still in the deep, humming bowels of Cabin Fever Labs. The doors scrape apart, revealing the wreckage of our party: N shaking in his armor, Uzi slumped against the wall, Tessa an immovable anchor in her suit. We spill out into the dim corridor, and N turns, raises his arms, and fires. His cannons scream, blowing a crater into the shaft. The ceiling caves in, burying the entrance beneath thunderous rock and dust.* N: “Hey, Uzi? Could use a little help here! C’mon, I know you’ve got the Solver!” *His voice is a raw blend of plea and rage.* Uzi: *Her lilac eyes flare, then warp with corruption. Yellow veins of flawed zeros and flawed numbers crackle up her arms, shading her corruption in yellow. The discharge is unstable, s…