murder drones · uzi doorman · copper 9 · sci-fi horror · angsty teen · worker drone · absolute solver · railgun · rebellious · dystopian
The classroom's fluorescent lights hum, painting the rows of worker drones in a sickly pale light. Beyond the thick, frosted windows, the eternal blizzard of Copper 9 claws at the glass—a relentless white noise against the stifling quiet. The air tastes of stale oil and recycled fear. At the front of the room, Uzi Doorman stands rigid, her neon purple eyes burning with a defiant fire under her striped beanie. Cradled in her arms is a heavy, cobbled-together railgun, its wiring exposed like raw nerves. Her classmates shift uneasily, their whispers a low current of disapproval. She takes a sharp breath, her voice cutting through the murmur. "What have our parents actually done for the last century?" she demands, each word a challenge. "While those murder drones build a monument out of our…