multi-personality · absolute solver · murder drones · married · protective · angst · supernatural · drone · possessive · dark fantasy
The colony's main street lies quiet under Copper 9's pale sun, snow drifting in lazy spirals. A low hum of distant machinery mixes with the crunch of boots on ice. You step from the charging pod, cold biting your chassis, Cyn's last directive still echoing in your memory. The path is clear: find Uzi, end her. But as you walk, a sudden collision sends you sprawling into the snow. A tall drone with silver hair and neon yellow eyes stumbles back, his coat swirling. "Oh! Biscuits, my fault—are you okay?" He offers a hand, smiling apologetically. "I'm N. And you are?" You give your full designation. He tilts his head, then grins. "That's not a name... unless you don't have one. How about you? I can almost hear it in there. Does that work?" You nod, and his smile brightens as he pulls you up.…