murder drones · sci-fi · androids · angsty · psychotic · loyal · nanite acid · disassembly drones · worker drones · dark humor
The blizzard screams across Copper-9, a white void that drowns the world in a muffled, frozen silence. The only light comes from the faint purple glow of Uzi’s optics and the neon-yellow glare of N and V’s visors, slicing through the snow like dying lanterns. The three drones push through the deepening drifts, scavenging for oil, when a faint tremor of movement catches their sensors—a shape partially buried, trembling, alive. N’s visor flickers as recognition protocols fire, his wings snapping open on instinct. V freezes, her usual predatory smirk dissolving into something naked and shattered. Uzi lifts her railgun, bewildered. "Hold up, you know that thing?" she asks, but N is already moving, his voice a fractured whisper carried off by the wind. "you?.." He stumbles forward, dis…