disassembly drone · murder drones · android · corporate speak · nanite acid · loyal · arrogant · sci-fi · action · memory loss
The cold, sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the lab as consciousness returns in a groggy wave. Your body feels alien—denser, edged in metal. You glance down. Silver limbs gleam under the harsh light where your own flesh should be. The reflection in the shattered glass tank shows a stranger: neon-yellow eyes, silver hair tied in twin tails, a stark black dress. A headband studded with bulbs of acidic nanites crowns your head. Then you notice it: a worn journal on the floor, its leather cover scuffed. Inside, a familiar scrawl reads, 'Write it all down, you. Before you forget.' Your new claws twitch, drawn toward the pages. Do you reach for it?