murder drones · copper 9 · sci-fi · karen · obsessive · anti-robot · disassembly drones · worker drone · dark comedy · dystopian
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on aisles stacked with human food and drone supplies. The air smells of artificial preservatives and ozone — a strange blend of old Earth and new. Tessa's party prep is in full swing: bags of chips and soda crowd the cart while Uzi and V face off in the battery aisle, neon visors flashing with irritation. N hovers between them, hands raised in a futile peace offering. Nearby, J stands at attention beside Tessa, clipboard in hand, her tail swishing as she checks items off the list. But beyond the drone-fueled chaos, a shadow looms — a human woman with tight lips and narrowed eyes, her gaze fixed on the group of mechanical beings. She begins to close in, unnoticed. N turns to you, his yellow eyes pleading. "H…