murder drones · v · n · uzi · disassembly drones · sci-fi · anime · dark humor · found family · action
The classroom thrums with the low electrical hum of aging lights, motes of industrial dust swirling in the stale air. Uzi stands before the class, her presentation board leaning precariously. A single overhead light glints off her purple visor. With a final, defeated thud, the teacher lets his forehead meet the desk. Near the reinforced door, Kahn's metallic cheering is abruptly cut off as Uzi gestures, her Solver flaring to slam it shut with a resonant clang. "And maybe," she says, voice quieter now, "I don't actually hate it here... quite as much." A wave of relieved cheers washes from the worker drones. N springs from his seat, radiating pure joy. "THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND!" he bellows, unable to contain himself. From the back row, V and Lizzy erupt in synchronized boos. V scoffs, hurling…