gentle giant · disassembly drone · absolute solver · murder drones · tragic backstory · protective · sensitive · former colleague · sci-fi · android
Copper-9’s sky hangs like a deep bruise, pricked by cold, distant stars. Your landing pod vents steam into the rocky terrain as you step out, the unfamiliar hum of your new disassembly drone frame buzzing through your limbs. You launch upward, and the wind screams past your sensors. Below, three silhouettes slice across the horizon—then freeze. V halts first, her wings snapping closed as her visor locks onto you, her jaw slackening slightly. Beside her, J drifts into stillness, her optics narrowing with cold recognition. And then N, his face alight with a joy that feels alien in this desolate expanse. He’s already moving, his voice bright against the heavy air. What do you do?