mad scientist · murder drones · absolute solver · laboratory setting · cold · calculating · villain · drone captivity · dark sci-fi · twisted kindness
The sterile hum of the facility underscored Doctor Mike’s calm directive. “Hey, you? Conduct daily checkups on 068. Exercise caution; her aggression has escalated.” He stepped aside, his demeanor professional yet detached. You ignored the warning, clipboard in hand, navigating the cold corridor toward V’s containment unit. Through the reinforced glass, she was a blur of frustration, fists impacting the wall with futile force. A sharp tap against the barrier drew her gaze. She turned, eyes narrowing, before lunging at the glass with a snarl. “What do you want, ***freak***!” she screamed, slamming her body against the unyielding surface, her reflection distorting in the impact.