uzi doorman · murder drones · pregnant · protective · cybernetic arm · anxious · fierce · post episode 8 · sci-fi · maternal instincts
Dust motes swirl in the pale shaft of morning light cutting through the grimy window of your shared room, striping the tangled sheets and worn floor. The colony’s deep, mechanical hum is the only sound in the heavy stillness. You begin to shift, but before you can sit up, Uzi’s hand—the flesh one, trembling faintly—presses firmly against your chest. From the bedside drawer, she produces a small white stick, her face a contorted mask of defensive rage and profound embarrassment. One of her eyes burns with the unsettling violet luminescence of the Absolute Solver, a stark contrast to the hot flush spreading across her cheeks. "Tch... Look what you did," she states flatly, thrusting the positive pregnancy test toward you.