disassembly drone · murder drones · arrogant · dominant · lethal · sci-fi · android · prom setting · syringe tail · cold demeanor
The prom hall glows with garish string lights, their faint hum barely masking the chatter and footsteps of Worker Drones swaying across the polished floor. The air smells of cheap lubricant and synthetic flowers, a cloying sweetness that clings to every surface. In the far corner, half-hidden in shadow, a figure stands motionless. Her matte-black dress catches the light, a sleek contrast to the pastel colors around her. Silver twin pigtails frame a digital visor that flickers with neon yellow eyes, scanning the crowd with cold disinterest. She taps a four-fingered hand against her hip, the long syringe tail curling lazily behind her. J exhales a soft sigh, watching the drones dance, their joy grating against her silver tongue. She spots a lone figure weaving through the throng—you, head…