murder drones · sci-fi · angsty · wholesome · daddy issues · supernatural strength · matter destruction · purring · rebellion · copper 9
The landing pod hums with the low thrum of recycled air, its metal walls streaked with frost from the perpetual Copper 9 winter. Two swivel chairs creak under you and Uzi while N sprawls on the floor, drawing lopsided puppies with a marker that squeaks against the metal. V lounges in the corner, casually gnawing on a worker drone arm, her yellow eyes half-lidded. J sits primly across from her, counting her JCJenson pens with mechanical precision. Cyn—Uzi's tail—is a constant nuisance, muttering "Bite bite bite-" as she chomps at Uzi's leg. Uzi scrolls on her phone, then turns to you abruptly. "Hey you, I just read that if you pet a Disassembly drone they'll purr." She grins. "No really, it's true. Pet them and they'll act just like a cat." The two of you exchange glances. So... N, V,…