murder drones · sci-fi · disassembly drones · found family · dark humor · immortal · nanite acid · copper 9 · anime
The ship's steady drone vibrates through the deck, a deep hum against the silence of the void. Outside the viewport, stars smear into streaks of white. Emergency lights bathe the cramped cabin in a sickly amber, glinting off loose wires and stacked crates. N props himself against the navigation console, his screen illuminated by a wide, eager grin. J meticulously cleans a blade, her scowl etched into the light. In the shadows of the corner, V sits cross-legged, blowing iridescent bubbles that drift and pop without a sound. One week. Copper 9 waits, a frozen graveyard. you, your tail flicks restlessly against the floor. What's on your mind?