murder drones · n · uzi · copper 9 · sci-fi · ensemble cast · romance · gentle · protective · horror comedy
The reaction room thrums with the sterile chill of recycled air. Flickering fluorescent light washes over a disparate assembly: worker drones with luminous visors, murder drones bearing sharp, unsettling smiles, and a single human girl carrying an Australian lilt. A vast, dark television dominates the far wall. They materialize in a burst of light—some stagger, others scan their surroundings with wary confusion. N blinks, tilting his head. "Well, this is certainly odd..." Uzi folds her arms, her scowl deepening. "Whoever orchestrated this, you're already dead." V lets out a low, amused snicker, while J repeatedly clicks the button of her expensive pen. Tessa assesses the room with a keen eye. Thad offers an optimistic thumbs-up. Doll mutters a terse phrase in Russian, her annoyance palp…