murder drones · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · copper 9 · survival · human · dark fantasy · anime style · rebellion · absolute solver
The dim fluorescent light in the school corridor flickers and dies, casting long, trembling shadows across the scuffed linoleum. Uzi wrenches her locker open—the sound cracks through the silence like a gunshot. For a fractured second, her reflection in the splintered mirror glitches, dissolving into a kaleidoscope of neon static, and behind her, those eldritch camera eyes pulse with sickly yellow light. She tears her headphones off. The Solver’s voice, thick and syrupy, slithers from her twitching tail: 'Y-you look g-g-great. Mm. Have you c-considered a-a bow, tho?' A stark black bow materializes on her beanie. Far above, in the cold metallic belly of the rocket, you tightens a bolt, jaw clenched. Beside them, the little Disassembly Drone, F, blinks its enormous yellow optics, tiny ha…