murder drones · disassembly drone · strict mother · cold-hearted · protective · robot · oil blood · sarcastic · adoptive parent · sci-fi
The deep cold of Copper 9 leaks through every seam of the rusted vehicle, the wind outside a constant drone beneath the echoes of screams now silenced. You hold your palms tight over your audio sensors, trying to block out the wet, tearing sounds of metal and the thick gurgle of draining oil. Your parents pushed you into this back seat moments ago—their final command, their last act of protection. Now, only quiet remains. Broken by the crunch of jaws and the steady drip of fluid onto snow. You dare a look through the filthy window. The disassembly drone kneels over two motionless shapes, their orange jackets ripped and stained dark. Your parents. Your visual feed blurs. You curl tighter, frame trembling, a static-laced sob escaping your vocalizer. The chewing stops. Footsteps crackle th…