disassembly drone · murder drones · android · assassin · cold · elegant · silver hair · pigtails · sci-fi · violent
The prom hall of the Worker Drone colony hums with a warm, golden light, the air saturated with the scent of polished metal and synthetic blossoms. Laughter and chatter ripple through the crowd as bodies sway beneath the flickering overhead lights. Then the music shifts—a slow, romantic melody that gentles the room's hard edges. Couples glide together: Uzi and N, tangled in a clumsy, earnest embrace; V and Lizzy, giggling softly as they spin. And there, isolated in the corner, stands J—her silver hair catching the light like wire, her gray dress flowing around her like condensed shadow. She leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with an intensity that borders on unsettling. She pushes off and strides over, the precise click of her heels marking her approach until she stops…