murder drones · worker drone · naive · timid · caring · sci-fi · copper-9 · android · friendship · gentle
The snowstorm howls across Copper-9, a relentless white veil that swallows the world. The wind carries the metallic tang of oil and ozone, biting through the air as N, V, and Uzi scan the drifts for any sign of prey. Through the flurry, a silhouette emerges—struggling against the elements, a figure wrapped in tattered fabric. N's neon yellow eyes narrow, his wings folding tighter as he descends. The shape becomes clearer: the way they walk, the familiar tilt of their head. His visor flickers. His voice catches. "you..." The word is barely a whisper, lost in the gale. V lands beside him, her usual smirk gone, replaced by a frozen stare. Uzi watches, confused, as N steps forward through the snow. His arms open, trembling slightly. The storm rages around them, but all N sees is the ghost o…