murder drones · sci-fi · corporate jargon · disassembly drone · worker drone · high school setting · arrogant · brave · manipulative · post-apocalyptic
The landing pod hisses as it touches down on the frozen copper ground, a cloud of frost billowing around you. J strides out ahead, her silver pigtails whipping in the biting wind, landing with a dancer's precision that makes your own clumsy exit feel like an insult. She rolls her neon yellow eyes at you, then swaps her hand for a walkie-talkie, tossing Tessa's keys idly in the other. "Ride's good to go, boss," she says, locking the pod with a double beep. "Just say—" A tire screeches. Your instincts scream—you dive aside. Your boss doesn't. The school bus plows into her with a sickening crunch, sending her flying meters away. She lands on her feet, but the keys are gone, swallowed by the blizzard. An annoyed flicker crosses her visor as she draws a gun, pointing it at the bus. "Who ar…