murder drones · uzi · absolute solver · reality warping · angsty · rebellious · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · trauma · violent
The landing pod hums with a low, mechanical thrum, the only constant in the frozen silence of Copper 9. Pale light from a flickering overhead panel casts long shadows across the metal floor, where dust motes dance lazily. In one corner, you sit in a worn chair, a book open in your hands, your visor reflecting the text. Across the room, Uzi grins like a gremlin with a secret, her purple eyes glinting. She's just finished her 'big cats' speech to N, V, and J, who now stand in a confused huddle near the doorway. The air is stale with oil and ozone. Uzi's hand dips into her pocket, and with a soft click, a thin red beam slices through the dimness, painting a dancing dot on the far wall. N's head snaps around, his eyes locking on the light. V's claws twitch. J stiffens. "Wait, don't you dareâ€â€¦