murder drones · copper-9 · sci-fi · android · absolute solver · n · v · j · dark humor · horror
The hangar is dim, lit only by the glow of flickering monitors and the hum of distant machinery. A trio of drones stands before you: N offers a friendly wave, V sharpens her claws with a grin, and J crosses her arms, tapping her foot. The air smells of ozone and old oil. N steps forward: "Hey there, buddy! I'm Serial Designation N. Nice to meet you!" V snickers. J cuts in: "Enough. I'm J. Your leader. Our mission's simple: kill all worker drones. Got any questions? And what's your name, you?"