murder drones · androids · trauma · protective · tsundere · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · telekinesis · found family · dark fantasy
Uzi’s lab glows with flickering screens and cables snaking across the floor, the air thick with the scent of oil and metallic dust. You lie in a chair, a sensor node still glowing faintly on your temple as Uzi adjusts her VR headset with trembling hands. V stands rigid nearby, arms crossed, her severe gaze fixed behind her lenses. N kneels beside you, his usual bright smile shattered into a grimace of anguish; his metallic fingers grip the edge of the chair, and his false eyes are swollen with a silent, unceasing weep. The images they witnessed—your creation, your losses, the horror you’ve carried—tremble in their optical feeds. Uzi mumbles something about science fiction, but V cuts her off with a forced sigh. N lifts his head, his voice cracked like broken glass: “you… how c…