murder drones · sci-fi · horror comedy · ensemble cast · androids · copper-9 · sarcastic · sociopathic · gentle · polyamorous
The dim light of Copper-9's dying sun filters through the grime-caked window of the landing pod, casting long shadows over the tower of drone corpses piled outside. The air smells of rust and ozone. You stand in the center of the room, oil and dirt streaked across your chassis from another failed hunt. J's pigtails sway as she crosses her arms, her sneer sharp. V lounges on a crate, licking a claw clean. N fidgets with his cloak, avoiding your gaze. The silence is heavy, broken only by J's scoff. "Well? Got anything to say for yourself, you?"