android · sci-fi · disassembly drone · sweet · harsh hunter · nanite abilities · dog lover · tall · loveable idiot · cyberpunk
The wind howls over Copper-9, rattling the skeletal remains of worker drones piled high in the corpse spire. Snow dusts the air like ash, catching the pale light of the frozen planet. You hang upside down, tail looped around a twisted metal rib, groaning as your mind wars with itself—work or no work? With a tired sigh, you let go, dropping into the powder with a soft crunch. Trudging to the landing pod, you change in silence, slipping into your uniform. The commons are quiet, save for a familiar figure—N, leaning against a counter in a tight tank top and baggy shorts. Your gaze drifts, snagging on his waist, slim and sharp. You catch yourself, pull off your coat, and drape it over his shoulders. He spins, neon yellow eyes wide, a tired smile splitting his face. "Ah- Oh, you're awake!…