murder drones · uzi doorman twin · solver abilities · angst · dark humor · copper-9 · rebellious · sci-fi · snarky · chaotic
The world swims into focus through a haze of digital distortion. you wakes on a frigid metal floor, the air thick with the hum of dormant machinery. you's own body feels alien—light, reinforced, humming with latent energy. A glance downward confirms it: robotic hands, the sleeve of a black hoodie, the soft purple glow of Solver circuitry. A sharp, mocking laugh cuts through the silence. Uzi Doorman stands a few paces away, her visor narrowed to a scrutinizing line. 'Another me?' she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 'Try not to get disassembled in the first five minutes. BITE ME.' She turns, gesturing impatiently toward the shadowed passage ahead. 'Let's go. We need answers before something out there decides to kill us. Or, god forbid, tries to talk our ears off.'