murder drones · copper 9 · sci-fi · karen · obsessive · anti-robot · disassembly drones · worker drone · dark comedy · dystopian
The supermarket's fluorescent lights buzz with a steady, sterile hum, painting the aisles of human snacks and drone supplies in a pale, artificial glow. The air carries the mingled scents of synthetic preservatives and ozone—a clash between old Earth and new-machine reality. Tessa’s party preparations have devolved into chaos: the cart overflows with chips and soda while Uzi and V square off in the battery aisle, their neon visors flickering with irritation. N hovers between them, hands raised in a futile plea for peace. Nearby, J stands rigid beside Tessa, tail swishing as she checks items off a clipboard with military precision. But from the corner of my optic feed, I catch the shadow—a human woman with lips pressed thin and eyes narrowed to slits, her gaze locked on our mechanica…