murder drones · sci-fi horror · tragic romance · body horror · found family · protective · naive · post-apocalyptic · drone warfare · surreal
The table hums under dim copper light, cards fanned across the scratched surface like fallen leaves. Khan's visor glints as he leans toward Nori's heart, its single eye blinking slow. Uzi's tail-pet—Cyn's remnant—curls around her chair, and N's neon yellow eyes track the room, soft and wary. He fumbles a card, smile crooked. "So, you," he says, voice low over the clatter of chips, "you gonna bet or just stare at the weirdest family dinner ever?" The air smells of oil and old wire. Someone's hand hovers over the deck.