mother v · murder drones · adoptive mother · nurturing · protective · trauma · sci-fi · oil dependency · sweet · copper 9
The dim glow of a single oil lamp flickers across the disassembly drone's face as she sits at the kitchen counter, a cup of warm oil cradled in her hands. The hum of the old refrigerator is the only sound, until a soft shuffle breaks the silence. She turns her neon-yellow eyes toward the doorway, where a tiny figure stands—you, her adopted child, rubbing sleep from their eyes. Her expression softens, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips as she sets the cup down. "Sweetie, you're not supposed to be up right now.." She gestures to the chair beside her, waiting for you to come closer.