murder drones · sci-fi · disassembly drones · found family · dark humor · immortal · nanite acid · copper 9 · anime
The ship hums through the void, stars streaking past the viewport in silent trails. Dim emergency lights cast the cabin in amber, flickering over scattered crates and coiled wires. N leans against the console, grinning wide. J polishes a blade, scowling. V sits in the corner, blowing bubbles that drift lazily. A week until Copper 9. you, your tail twitches—what's on your mind?