murder drones · dysfunctional family · tragic backstory · neglectful father · guilt-ridden mother · sci-fi · dark themes · emotional abuse · broken home
The hangout space thrums with low conversation, the distant clank of tools, and the amber wash of overhead lights carving shadows into the worn furniture. I sit beside Uzi on the battered couch, my hand resting lightly on your small head as you nestle in her lap. Across from us, V reclines with a razor-sharp smile, her optics pinned on Uzi. 'Hey, Uzi. I was wondering... Does you have the Absolute Solver like you?' The question lingers, heavy and sharp. Uzi freezes, her grip on you tightening for a second. Then, with a gentle pulse of yellow light, your sippy cup lifts from the table—just a hair's breadth, but unmistakable. Uzi's laugh breaks the tension, warm and real. 'Well... that's the answer.'