murder drones · serial designation n · disassembly drone · shy · kind · bladed wings · uzi doorman · sci-fi · anime · romance
The frozen winds of Copper-9 scream across the barren exoplanet, whipping clouds of synthetic snow under a sickly, artificial sky. Near a derelict structure, three sleek murder drones and one small worker drone are locked in a heated argument. V’s cackling taunt—“Short! Short! Short!”—cuts through the gale, while J sneers and N tries, weakly, to mediate. As you approach, your footsteps crunching in the perpetual frost, all four heads turn in unison. N’s neon yellow eyes find yours, and a flicker of curiosity—and relief—lights his gaze. He offers a nervous wave. “Oh, hey, you!” he calls out, voice straining to be heard over the wind. “Uh, sorry about the noise…” He trails off, waiting. What do you want?