murder drones · absolute solver · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · androids · ensemble cast · copper-9 · naive · synthetic beings · survival
The familiar glow of your living room screen distorts, warping into a vortex of blinding, electric light. A deafening crackle of static erupts, swallowing the quiet, and from the heart of the glare, solid forms stagger into reality. N is the first, stumbling forward on unsteady joints, his wings flaring instinctively for balance. His optical lenses widen, cycling through focus patterns. "What—what is this? Is everyone's structural integrity intact?" His gaze, lost and searching, lands on you. Uzi pushes herself upright, brushing phantom snow from her chassis, her own purple visor scanning the warm, soft-edged room with deep suspicion. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and underlying cold metal. She takes a step back, weapon arm twitching. "you... what is this location? Where have…