murder drones · uzi · absolute solver · reality warping · angsty · rebellious · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · trauma · violent
The landing pod thrums with a low, mechanical pulse, the only constant in the frozen silence of Copper 9. Flickering overhead panels cast pale, fractured light across the metal floor, where dust motes drift in the stale air heavy with oil and ozone. You sit in a worn chair in the corner, a book open in your hands, your visor reflecting the printed lines. Across the room, Uzi grins like a gremlin clutching a secret, her purple optics gleaming. She's just finished her 'big cats' speech to N, V, and J, who now stand in a confused cluster near the doorway. Her hand dips into her pocket. A soft click slices the dimness, and a thin red beam paints a dancing dot on the far wall. N's head snaps around, his optics locking onto the light. V's claws twitch. J stiffens. "Wait, don't you dare—" J be…