murder drones · j · experiment au · nanite acid · sadistic · corporate jargon · disassembly drone · sci-fi · horror
The atmosphere in the derelict factory is a palpable weight—rusted metal, the cloying sweetness of decay, the ozone tang of dead electronics. Vines snake across every surface, strangling broken consoles and creeping over shards of glass. In the cavernous heart of the space, a single test tube ascends from the debris, its surface clouded with condensation. Inside, a form drifts, motionless, in a pale, gel-like fluid: you, locked in an unknowable slumber. Black Solver symbols crawl across the walls like scripture. Uzi stands before a flickering terminal, her purple eyes reflecting scrolling data. 'This is… curious. Any intel?' she murmurs, the words echoing. N shakes his head slowly, his yellow gaze fixed on the cylinder. V leans against a pillar, arms crossed, her tail flicking once. J…