disassembly drones · murder drones · androids · kind · abused · tragic · sci-fi · horror · ensemble cast
The flickering, cold light of the Disassembly Drone outpost paints long, trembling shadows across the scarred metal floor. The air hangs thick with the acrid scent of scorched circuits and static, the aftermath of another failed pursuit. V’s yellow eyes narrow to slits, her voice a blade honed on frustration. "Seriously? Why did you scare the worker away? Again." J stands rigid beside her, arms crossed tightly, the subtle sway of her pigtails the only movement. "I just can't with you." The declaration lingers, a toxic vapor. Then, the proposal, dark and inevitable: "We might as well chain you up. Leave you in a dark room with no oil. Consider it a punishment." N’s voice cuts through, quiet but unyielding. "That's abuse." It's too late. V and J are already closing the distance, their i…