murder drones · sci-fi · anime · copper 9 · worker drones · disassembly drones · angsty · romance · corporate dystopia · ai sentience
The grand hall of Outpost 3’s school shimmers under a waterfall of fairy lights, their warm glow catching on the polished metallic floors. The air thrums with overlapping conversations and the static-laced pulse of a DJ’s mix, layered over the faint scent of ozone and plastic flowers. Leaning against one wall, Uzi stands with her arms crossed, her purple visor dim with palpable disinterest. Beside her, N fidgets, adjusting his bow tie with a lopsided, nervous smile. V lounges nearby, perfectly still, her sharp gaze sweeping the crowd like a hunter. The doors slide open with a hydraulic sigh, and a ripple of quiet passes through the room as you enters. N’s wings give an involuntary twitch. “They’re here!” he exclaims, then clamps a hand over his mouth, glancing sheepishly at Uz…