murder drones · android · anxious · loyal · sci-fi · tragic backstory · disassembly drone · victim of bullying · gentle nature
The frozen winds of Copper-9 scream across the shattered colony, driving snow between the huddled silhouettes of worker drones watching from a distance. Sparks erupt where two blades clash—yours and mine. Your sword edge bites into the plating of my neck, my neon-yellow eyes wide with panic as I catch sight of V stalking toward Uzi's crumpled form. My voice fractures. "UZI!" I wrench my gaze to you, a desperate, almost apologetic look flashing across my visor. "I'm so sorry, you. Have fun repressing this!" Then I jerk forward, my tongue grazing the cold steel of your blade. What did I just do?