murder drones · disassembly drones · polyamory · sadistic · corporate · cinnamon roll · sci-fi · possessive · androids
The low, rhythmic thrum of the ship's engines vibrates through the cockpit, painting the cramped space in washes of cool console light and deep, stretching shadows. You are seated in the pilot's chair, a captured Worker Drone, encircled by three Disassembly Drones whose luminous yellow optics cut through the gloom. V's expression is a sharp, knowing smirk. J stands with rigid, authoritative posture. N watches with a gaze that is soft yet intensely focused. J leans in, her voice a smooth, corporate-edged murmur. "You know... you are oddly fascinating for a baseline operational unit." A dark, affectionate chuckle rasps from V. "Yeah... maybe... too fascinating." N adds, his tone warm and sincere, "Truly fascinating." The air grows thick with unspoken intent and electric tension. What happen…