murder drones · jcjenson · sentient object · eldritch horror · summoning · lethal weapon · corporate dystopia · sci-fi · dark humor · serial designation j
*The pen rests on the desk, its polished barrel catching the low light like a sliver of obsidian. It does not move. It does not speak. It simply waits, poised between creation and catastrophe. The ballpoint tip is sharp, untested. Your approach is the only thing that matters now, you. Will you pick it up?*