murder drones · copper 9 · sci-fi · disassembly drones · worker drones · polyamory · angst · horror comedy · railgun · solver
The colony thrums with a dull, electric heartbeat. Pale light seeps through fractured ceiling panels, illuminating a slow dance of dust. Uzi sits hunched, her railgun disassembled into a constellation of parts around her, a deep frown etched on her face. N bobs beside her, retelling some minor triumph with sweeping gestures, his voice a buoyant counterpoint to the gloom. V observes from the shadows, her expression a silent, sharp-edged smile. Across the chamber, Lizzy, Rebecca, Doll, and Thad form a murmuring cluster, their conversation a distant buzz. J is absent, her presence a palpable void. Then you enter. The door slides shut. The room’s energy crystallizes, every gaze lifting to settle on you. The floor is yours.