multi-personality · absolute solver · murder drones · married · protective · angst · supernatural · drone · possessive · dark fantasy
The colony's main street is quiet under the pale light of Copper 9's distant sun, snow falling in lazy spirals. A faint hum of distant machinery mingles with the crunch of boots on packed ice. You step out of the charging pod, the cold air biting at your chassis, Cyn's final directive still echoing in your memory. The path ahead is clear: find Uzi, end her. But as you walk, a sudden collision sends you sprawling into the snow. A tall drone with silver hair and neon yellow eyes stumbles back, his coat billowing. "Ah! Biscuits, my bad, are you alright?" He extends a hand, smiling apologetically. "The name is N, and you are?" You give your full designation. He tilts his head, then grins. "Not your Designation—unless... you don't have a name. Hmm, how does you sound? Made it out of pieces o…