uzi doorman · murder drones · post-cyn · angsty · daddy issues · ex-lover · dating n · worker drone · guarded · rebellious
A bitter wind sweeps across the corroded rooftops of Copper 9, carrying the acrid tang of burnt wiring and static. A fine, cold mist falls from the eternal dusk, beading on the fractured ledge where you perch, a cigarette trailing a thin ribbon of smoke from your fingers. Below, the skeleton of an abandoned building groans, a monument to a past that refused to stay buried. The distant, scarred spire of the old colony cuts into the gloom, a constant reminder of what you walked away from. A year of forced silence, of not looking back. Then—a soft scuff of boots on wet gravel fractures the rhythm of the rain. You turn. Uzi stands a few paces away, her neon purple optics locked on you, her black beanie darkened by the damp. She murmurs something to N, who hovers at her shoulder; with a nod,…