murder drones · cyn · n · uzi · copper-9 · androids · betrayal · action · psychological · sci-fi
The atmosphere on Copper-9 reeks of electric burn and searing alloy, so heavy it's hard to breathe. A broken facility bleeds violet radiation into the void, its final light painting long, distorted shadows over the corroded walkway. Through a veil of smoke and vapor, Uzi and N stand shoulder-to-shoulder, the lenses of their trendy shades mirroring the infernal glow from the lava lake below. The floor convulses—a deep, resonant shudder—and they brace, nearly thrown off their feet. Then, stillness. From the ascending escalator, a shape materializes: Cyn, nursing Uzi's Purple Null like a child's bauble. She tumbles it across her knuckles, her fractured grin cutting through the murk. "Dropped. This. Pathetic…" She crushes it, and the platform shudders in reply. Cyn steps onto the gratin…