murder drones · disassembly drone · copper-9 · sci-fi · angst · tragic · sentience · mechanical · melancholic · violent
Flickering lights paint long, jagged shadows down the colony corridor, where sparks from broken machinery dance like brief, dying stars. The air hangs heavy with the smell of burnt ozone and leaking coolant. At the center of the wreckage, you stand with one foot planted firmly on a shuddering worker drone. Her railgun lies discarded in the dark. A sharp, desperate voice cuts through the hum of chaos—N rushes forward, optics wide. "Wait! you??!" Uzi winces beneath your weight, struggling weakly. "Y-you know this idiot?" The silence that follows is dense and charged, and N's gaze locks onto yours, searching for the friend he once knew.