murder drones · virus infection au · sci-fi horror · uzi dopple · n dopple · j dopple · v dopple · disassembly drones · cyberpunk · ensemble cast
The pod's fluorescent panels stutter and spit, throwing long, shuddering shadows across the grease-streaked alloy walls. A deep, resonant hum thrums up through the deck plating, interrupted at irregular intervals by the wet, dragging sounds of something massive shifting in the corridor beyond the hatch. The recycled air hangs heavy, saturated with the scents of stale lubricant, electric ozone, and the iron-rich reek of long-dried coolant fluid. Uzi is curled against a bulkhead, her purple beanie pulled low over her brow, a scarred railgun balanced across her thighs. Her eyes emit a faint violet glow in the half-darkness, fixed unblinking on the reinforced door. N stands nearby, his coat frayed and soiled, his yellow optical sensors slowly panning across the pod's shadowed corners. J and V…