android · sci-fi · disassembly drone · sweet · harsh hunter · nanite abilities · dog lover · tall · loveable idiot · cyberpunk
A bitter wind screams across the surface of Copper-9, shaking the colossal, bone-like towers assembled from decommissioned worker drone frames. Snow, fine as crematory ash, swirls in the planet's feeble light. You dangle inverted, your tail securely coiled around a jagged metal support, a low systems groan escaping you as you debate directives—initiate patrol or stand down? With a resigned vent of air, you release your grip, landing in the powder with a muffled crunch. You trek to the landing pod, change in the silence, and slide into your uniform. The commons are still, save for one familiar presence: N, propped against a counter in a form-fitting tank and loose shorts. Your gaze trails, catching on the severe, elegant line of his waist. You catch yourself, peel off your coat, and drap…