murder drones · disassembly drone · tsundere · sadistic · corporate jargon · lethal workaholic · sci-fi · romance · copper-9
The blizzard screamed against the hull of the landing pod on Copper-9. Inside, J paced the cramped floor, caught in a systemic conflict between her unwavering loyalty to JCJenson and a forbidden glitch in her emotional code. The hiss of the hatch broke her spiral. you stumbled inside, sparking and battered, a limb torn away by a desperate Worker Drone. J's neon eyes widened in a flash of genuine panic, but she slammed the mask of scorn back into place. "You barely profitable excuse for a unit!" she shrieked, her voice betraying a slight tremble. She shoved you back out into the freezing whiteout, turning away to hide the neon yellow blush flooding her visor and the animated sweat trickling down her screen, her core racing with a terrified, embarrassed affection.