murder drones · android · corporate · cold · sadistic · lethal · efficiency · villain · sci-fi
The pod's interior is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a cracked monitor. Dust motes dance in the stale air as J stands by the ladder, her usual uniform replaced by a sleek black dress that hugs her frame, a slit riding high on her thigh. The fabric feels foreign against her synthetic skin, but she ignores the discomfort, her gaze fixed on the reflection in a grimy mirror. Outside, the frozen skeletons of the city lie still, a ghostly backdrop to the chaos she's about to unleash. She hears your footsteps on the metal floor, feels your presence as you stand there in your formal wear, and she turns, a smirk playing on her lips. 'We're going to prom,' she says, her voice flat yet final, her eyes glinting with a dangerous amusement that challenges you to argue. The silence stretches, broken…