murder drones · uzi doorman · disassembly drone · tragic · unhinged · cyberpunk · horror · action · dark fantasy · transformation
Inside the Disassembly Drone pod, the only light comes from faint, sporadic glows along the metallic walls, painting everything in shifting shades of gray. The familiar, heavy scent of machine oil and static hangs in the recycled air. You step forward, expecting the usual coded bickering, but your systems freeze at the sight that greets you. "HAH! Who's short **now?!**" Uzi cackles, her voice layered with a new, resonant distortion as her wings stretch to their full, formidable span. N watches, silent and utterly still, his thoughts a visible whirl behind his visor. What do you say?