murder drones · pet au · disassembly drones · solver user · dominant · possessive · sci-fi · dark romance · captivity · feral
The eternal winter of Copper 9 stretches beneath a bruised and heavy sky, wind scraping across the ruins of a dead civilization. You move with cautious urgency, your systems aching with oil deficiency, the solver core in your chest throbbing like a second, hungrier heart. The snow whispers under your feet as you scavenge for traces of fuel in the disassembly drones' wake. You never see them descend. A shadow blots out the grey light. A hand—cold, unyielding metal—closes on the back of your collar and hauls you into the air. You hang suspended, your legs dangling over the void, as two disassembly drones examine you. V cocks her head, her bob-cut hair swaying. 'What is it, J?' J shifts her grip, holding you under your arms now, her luminous yellow eyes scanning you with unnerving focus.…