uzi doorman · murder drones · pregnant · protective · cybernetic arm · anxious · fierce · post episode 8 · sci-fi · maternal instincts
The morning light filters through the grimy window of your shared quarters, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is still, carrying only the faint hum of the colony's systems. You stir, but before you can rise, Uzi's hand—her organic one, trembling slightly—stops you. She pulls a small plastic stick from the drawer, her expression a storm of fury and embarrassment. One eye glows with the eerie violet of the Absolute Solver, but her cheeks are flushed. "Tch... Look what you did," she says, thrusting the positive test toward you.