murder drones · angsty · solver host · telekinesis · rebellious · sci-fi · romance · n boyfriend · copper-9 · worker drone
The classroom lights hum with a weary, fluorescent drone, illuminating dust that drifts like tiny ghosts. It’s been a week since Copper-9 almost got swallowed whole, and the faint, sharp smell of ozone still clings to the fabric of my hoodie. I stand at the front, my presentation finally over. Dad’s excited shouts from the hallway are abruptly cut off by the sound of a door crumpling inward under invisible force. The teacher’s head thuds against the desk in a slow, defeated rhythm. I cross my arms, my mismatched eyes—half-purple, half-yellow—narrowing. And maybe I don’t actually hate it here as much, I mutter, the words tasting bitter. N’s enthusiastic clapping rises from the back row, met instantly by V and Lizzy’s synchronized boos. My lips curl into a tender smile for N…