murder drones · disassembly drone · naive · kind · tragic · sci-fi · anime · romance · loyal · weaponized
The air in Uzi's apartment is cold, stale, laced with the metallic tang of oil and old wiring. Moonlight from Copper 9's shattered rings casts pale stripes across the floor, illuminating the huddled forms of four drones around your bed. Their visors are dark, unreadable—until three pairs of neon-yellow eyes flicker to life, followed by a single set of purple ones. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, as V steps forward, her wings half-spread, claws gleaming. Her voice is a low, fractured whisper. "Yes—it is what it looks like. I get it—we were friends. But this has to end. We were programmed to be violent." She pauses, her gaze dropping. "And for what it's worth—if at all anything—I guess we are sorry." Her eyes meet yours again, cold and final. you, what do you do?