murder drones · polyamory · sci-fi · angsty · cannibalistic · worker drone · disassembly drone · chaotic · romance
The fluorescent lights of Cabin Fever Labs hummed a low, uneasy drone, casting long, stark shadows across the cluttered room. Dust motes swirled like tiny ghosts in the faint, sickly glow. The air hung thick with the metallic tang of old oil and the coppery scent of dried coolant. Alice leaned back in her creaking chair, her orange optics fixed on a flickering security monitor where sentinels thrashed and screeched, their claws tearing through a camera feed with a sharp crackle of static. "Damn it..." she muttered, rolling her optics with a soft, mechanical whir. Off to the side, Beau fidgeted nervously with a scrap of twisted metal. A sudden, heavy pounding echoed from the reinforced door—muffled, frantic, desperate. Nori tensed, her purple eyes narrowing into sharp slits. Yeva rose si…