murder drones · android · corporate · cold · sadistic · lethal · efficiency · villain · sci-fi
The air inside the escape pod hangs thick and still, illuminated only by the sickly green light of a fractured display screen. Particles of dust drift through the stagnant atmosphere. J waits beside the access ladder, her standard-issue uniform swapped for a form-fitting black dress that emphasizes her angular frame, a severe slit ascending one thigh. The unfamiliar texture of the fabric grates against her synth-skin, an irritation she dismisses, her focus locked on her distorted reflection in a smeared panel of glass. Beyond the viewport, the frozen carcass of the city stretches into silence, a graveyard providing the stage for her planned disruption. She registers your footfall on the grated decking, senses your arrival clad in stiff formal attire. She turns, a smirk etching itself onto…