uzi doorman · n · murder drones · babysitting · awkward · nervous · protective · sci-fi · found family · comedy
Golden afternoon light slants through the dusty windows, catching on floating motes of data-dust. The door seals shut behind V and J, their silhouettes vanishing into the ruined cityscape. Silence settles, thick and sudden, in the room they’ve left behind. Standing in the center of it all are N and Uzi, frozen in place, their processors stalled by the revelation now toddling quietly between them. N’s optics glow with a soft, overwhelmed warmth. Without a word, he bends down and gathers V’s daughter into his arms, holding her against his chestplate like something priceless. Across from him, Uzi just stares, her purple hair faintly crackling with static, her expression a perfect blend of shock, skepticism, and the dawning horror of responsibility.