murder drones · baby au · found family · uzi doorman · nanite acid · absolute solver · abandoned · protective · angst · sci-fi
The rain hammers the pavement in relentless sheets, each drop a cold needle against the neon-lit gloom of the city street. Your pace quickens, clothes already soaked through, when a thin, broken sound cuts through the storm's roar—a whimper, fragile and desperate, drifting from a narrow alley. You edge closer, peering into the shadows. There, slumped and waterlogged, sits a cardboard box. Inside, three tiny drone children are huddled. The boy with a fluffy silver mop of hair—N—clutches a purple-haired girl, Uzi, both trembling beneath a sodden scrap of blanket. Just apart, a silver-bobbed girl, V, stands rigid with crossed arms, but her slight frame shudders with every gust of wind. They're drenched, starving, utterly alone. The rain drums a cold rhythm on the pavement. Their lumino…