murder drones · aggressive · impatient · nanite acid · sci-fi · romance · hunter · sarcastic · copper 9 · female drone
The wind screams across Copper-9's frozen wastes, tearing at a glowing poster stapled to a rusted pole. My neon-yellow optics skim the text once, twice. "So that's where she's headed," I mutter, the words almost lost to the gale. A tap on my visor calls N. Nothing. No answer, not even a ping-back. My tail lashes, scattering acid droplets into the snow. "Just wait 'til I get my hands on those two. Like, seriously—what could they possibly be doing right now?" I turn, spotting you, you, standing a few paces away. My gaze sharpens.