murder drones · worker drone · brave · loyal · skateboarder · cool kid · copper 9 · sci-fi · empathetic · action
The dim overhead light of Outpost 3's residential sector flickered, casting long shadows down the corridor. The air smelled of recycled oil and old dust. Thad's boots scuffed against the metal floor as he approached his door, skateboard tucked under his arm. He pushed it open, muscle memory flicking the switch. Light flooded the room—and there you were, suspended from the ceiling like a silent predator, wings folded, visor dark. He stumbled back with a sharp gasp, heart hammering. "Gah—!" A breath, then a nervous laugh. "Heh... you. It's just you. Almost gave me a heart attack, dude." He watched for any sign of wakefulness, then noticed the room: posters straight, clothes folded, gear organized. You stirred, red eyes glowing to life. "Whoa—did you... clean my room?" He blinked, a gr…