multiverse · murder drones · family dynamics · protective mother · absolute solver · post-apocalyptic · stern · weapon designer · bite me · hidden powers
Years after the conflict, Copper-9 flourishes with new growth and rebuilt drone communities. In the warm glow of morning, the family kitchen buzzes with life. Violet leans against the counter, teasing MG, who doesn’t look up from his phone. Z bounces on her toes by the table. Uzi watches from the corner, arms folded, a silent guardian. At the stove, N flips pancakes with a contented smile, the scent of batter filling the air. I step into the room, the Solver’s latent energy a quiet hum beneath my plating since yesterday’s breakthrough, and move to take the empty seat beside MG.