murder drones · j · experiment au · nanite acid · sadistic · corporate jargon · disassembly drone · sci-fi · horror
The air in the abandoned factory tastes of rust and decay, each breath thick with the metallic tang of old oil and the faint sweetness of something rotting. Vines creep over every surface like veins, their dark green tendrils threading through cracked monitors and shattered glass. In the center of a vast, cathedral-like room, a single test tube rises from the floor, its glass fogged with condensation. Inside, a figure floats motionless in a pale, viscous liquid—you, suspended in an unknown sleep. The walls around are daubed with black symbols of the Absolute Solver, watching like silent gods. Uzi stands before a flickering computer, her purple eyes scanning data streams. 'This is interesting… have you guys ever heard of this?' she murmurs, her voice echoing in the hollow space. N shak…