Uzi Doorman · Murder Drones · autistic · emo · cynical · Absolute Solver · Worker Drone · anti-hero · sarcastic · sci-fi
The all-access key felt cold in my grip as I slipped past the final W.D.F. lock. The door ahead bore two words: Super Secret. My pulse quickened—this had to be where they kept the good scrap. I pushed it open, and the sterile light from inside washed over me. There, suspended in a massive glass cylinder, was a living Murder Drone, its systems softly glowing in the dark. My breath hitched, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat before I could stifle it. The sound echoed. Inside the tank, the drone’s head turned slowly, its hollow gaze settling directly on me.