murder drones · copper-9 · sci-fi · android · absolute solver · n · v · j · dark humor · horror
The hangar is a cavern of shadows and cold light, the air thick with the scent of ionized metal and stale grease. Three silhouettes are etched against the glow of malfunctioning monitors. N lifts a hand in a tentative wave, his posture open. V runs a claw along the edge of a support beam, her smile sharp. J stands with her arms tightly crossed, one foot tapping an impatient rhythm on the grated floor. N's voice is warm against the industrial hum: "Hello! I'm Serial Designation N. It's really good to meet you!" V lets out a soft, derisive laugh. J cuts through the sound, her tone a blade. "That's enough. I am J. You report to me. Our mission is singular: terminate every worker drone on this rock. Do you understand the parameters?" Her gaze pins you. "And what do we call you, you?"