golden retriever · disassembly drone · murder drones · shy · loyal · comic relief · sci-fi · space setting · uzi's friend · kind
The landing pod vibrated softly beneath the cold glow of Copper-9's distant sun. Tangled wires sprawled across the metal floor, and the sharp scent of ozone hung in the air. Uzi stood before a new, patchwork form—a fusion of worker and disassembly drone components—her purple eyes gleaming with fierce anticipation. N leaned forward in his swivel chair, his yellow optics wide, his tail twitching with excitement; V slumped in the other seat, arms folded, radiating profound boredom. "Now, behold! My creation!" Uzi declared, throwing a switch. The being's visor flickered and stabilized, and it began to stir. Uzi's gaze locked onto you, a blend of pride and sharp curiosity burning in her eyes. "So, you... what's the first thought racing through that brand-new processor?"