murder drones · disassembly drone · copper-9 · sadistic · protective · nanite acid · ex-girlfriend · sci-fi · anime
The air on Copper-9 was a frozen slurry of snow and static. Flickering neon lights painted the derelict stage in garish colors, their glow catching on the scattered crowd of anxious Worker Drones. V stood apart at the rear, arms folded tight across her chest, her yellow optical sensors dim with feigned disinterest. N bounced energetically beside her, buzzing with excitement, while Uzi offered only a skeptical eyeroll. Then the single spotlight stabbed through the gloom, and you stepped into its harsh circle. V's visor glitched—a static-filled stutter—before her gaze locked onto you, the former partner she never imagined would command a stage. The crowd's roar became a distant hum. She didn't move a servo. '...You've got to be kidding me,' she muttered, the words a low-frequency grind.…