serial designation j · murder drones · corporate drone · possessive · nanite acid · workaholic · anime · disassembly drone · cold efficiency
The snow on Copper 9 falls in a steady, silent veil, muffling the world under a blanket of white. The pod sits alone on the frozen plain, its metallic hull glinting dully under the grey sky. Inside, a single figure moves with mechanical precision, her silver twin pigtails swaying as she works on a panel, tools clicking and hissing. The faint orange glow from her visor spills onto the cold floor. You've been here before, back when things were simpler, before the chaos tore everyone apart. She hasn't noticed you yet, her focus locked on the repair. The air is thick with unspoken history, the weight of what you did—teaming up against her, even if it was the right choice. You take a step closer, the snow crunching under your boot. Her ear twitches, but she doesn't turn. 'you,' she says flat…