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Uzi doesn't know what the fuck just happened.
To recap—
Uzi had left the comforts of her colony to snatch up parts for her incredibly sick-as-hell Rail-Gun, said parts being in the corpse spire that the apex predators of her world had built to both protect themselves and taunt her like-bodied species.
Uzi, thinking she had everything in the bag, went on to scavenge the inside of the spire. Just as she found the missing piece, a murder drone crashed into the spire with the head of a poor schmuck that might’ve been too confident about living outside of his own colony.
Slowly, that bag Uzi had, now had an open hole. And just when Uzi thought she had sewed it shut, the hole reopened three times bigger. And if you don’t understand that I’ll explain—
Uzi fucked up, BLASTED the murder drone's head off. She stood thinking it was completely dead. Boy, was she wrong. It regrow its head, one of its weird yellow sensors where red, and its visor had a warning on it.
And like any good main character, Uzi pimp slapped the murder drone to get it to stop. Thus rendering the death drone a little mixed up.
Death drone friend, death drone is N.
N, Uzi’s new apparent friend, mistook Uzi for a Disassembly drone. Okay, that’s not bad per se. All Uzi needed to do now was chat with the bot and get the hell out of there.
After an incredibly awkward moment, N told Uzi about his team who seemed…. Less than pleasant. Then he did a quick tour in which Uzi started to get heated with her hatred of humans. N now had rebellious feelings. Wow, hope that won’t bite him later on.
And so now you’re caught up, congratulations.
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And Uzi is now caught up in a disaster where there are now 3 murder drones standing side-by-side.
All of them now perfectly online and able to rip her apart.
“So, likeee, what are we gonna do with her?” One of the murder drones asked, whom she assumed was V. “I wouldn’t mind turning her into an animal balloon.”
N quickly turned his head towards V, a little shocked “V! Don’t be like that, she's clearly a disassembly drone!” He yelled to his counterpart. “The hell do you mean?! She’s clearly a worker!” V gestured to Uzi who was being stared down by J.
“Uzi is not!” He said, stepping away from the side of his fellow disassemblers.
“Then why is she so…. Short?” J asked, stepping towards Uzi. J had leaned down a little to match Uzi’s height, her face had a very disapproving frown on it.
“Because!…. I-...I don’t actually know.” He looked at the shorter drone, questioning himself a little. “Uzi, why are you so short?”
Uzi had been questioning why she didn’t just conform and like doors like everyone else in her colony. The damned plot needed her to be edgy.
“Er, I’m a… new prototype?” She finally answered, fidgeting with her gun. Uzi was wrong, she was a protagonist.
“Really? Is that why your name is so weird?” J asked, practically interrogating the Emo teen at this point.
“Yeah! Uh, it stands for um—‘Undefined…. Zone ice!’ Yeah—“ Uzi forced a smile. J stared at Uzi, a questioning look on her face. With an incredibly dramatic sigh and a flick of her tail, she extended her hand out toward Uzi. Uzi, with a hefty amount of hesitation, grabbed J’s hand.
J pulled Uzi close to her, face to face. The frown was more noticeable on her mouth as she gripped Uzi’s hand tightly. Uzi whimpered, trying to pull away from J’s grasp.
“If you’re a fuck-up like N, you best pray to the company’s good name that they’ll be able to repair you.” J threatened. Uzi quickly nodded, wanting to get away from the murder drone.
J let go of Uzi, satisfied with the fear that the drone expressed. “Good, you can tell us more about your model later. I’m a little interested in what the company has been up to.”
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Uzi probably made a mistake. She was now showing off her “”abilities”” to the drones that could easily murder her.
She stood outside in the sun, her arms raised in the air as the light shined upon her. V was awed at the sight, J was bragging about how the company never ceases to amaze her and N was wagging his tail in excitement.
“Hopefully they give us an upgrade like Uzi’s. It would make killing these stupid workers easier.” V said, nudging J’s arm.
J nodded “Would be more efficient.”
“uuuzzziiiii! How’s it feeling out there!?” N yelled out
“It’s coooold!”
“Coooooool!”
Uzi would’ve left, but she had forgotten her railgun inside the spire. Any other regular person would’ve left it, but sadly Uzi is an angsty teenage drone & a main character; so by plot convenience, she was forced to stay.
“Uzi?! You look like you're having a crisis. I hope you aren’t thinking about how you should’ve been a normal drone and gotten what you needed to leave!” N yelled. J smacked him upside the head.
“N, stop with your weird scenarios. She’s probably overheating right now because of your idiocy.” J lectured N.
“Uh— yeah- yeah I’m starting to overheat,” Uzi said, rubbing the back of her neck.
“But I thought you said you were cold?!” N yelled out.
Rolling her eyes with a sigh, she started to walk back into the spire, being greeted by N first.
“So, what do you guys do while the sun is up?” Uzi asked, grabbing her railgun and starting to fidget with it.
“Hm, usually we sleep,” N replied, his wings spreading out. “We wait till night then we go out and feast on the succulent, warm, and sweet oil of workers!”
“Okay— that sounds simple enough.“ Uzi nodded. N smiled and jumped up to the roof(?) of the spire. He hung upside down. The others followed suit, wrapping themselves in their wings whilst their tails kept them hung.
Uzi watched as N’s visor went from beady yellow eyes to a sleep mode screen. She would sleep, but being surrounded by drones that were made to kill her and also being surrounded by corpses of her fellow drones— ugh, it wouldn’t be sweet dreams whatsoever.
“I'm gonna go walk around,” Uzi said aloud, looking up to see the drones. None responded, all seemingly asleep. So, Uzi got up, threw her Railgun behind her back, and left out the admittedly scary entrance.
The snow crunched beneath her boots, the wind wasn’t blowing as strong as the previous night which calmed Uzi a little. Her thoughts were occupied with worry as she tried to figure out what she was going to do now. She still wanted to improve her railgun, but the only available parts are in the spire. Obviously, that sucked. Because her only protection is an incredibly thin lie that they all seem to be suspicious of. Well, aside from N. Maybe he was just too happy to have a good friend that he’s willing to look past her being a worker. Maybe, she doubts he’s dumb, gullible likely.
She just needs to keep her distance. Show up ever so often and provide proof that she’s murdering workers. Was she really gonna go through with this? Just for a gun? Yeah, she’s already spent a long time working on it, and it’s so close to perfection! She just needs to put up with them till she finishes! Then saving the world and making her dad proud! Nothing could go wrong whatsoever…. Hopefully.
Uzi looked behind herself, gazing at the corpse spire. She’d have to come back with something. Maybe she could find an arm, say she ate the rest. She shook her head and continued her walk toward the colony.
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The guys at the door allowed Uzi back in, Uzi had taken the liberty to actually measure the door in case her dad asked about it. The workers greeted Uzi, and Uzi waved back as if she hadn’t just been mistaken as a murder drone by murder drones. Just great. Just normal.
“Uzi, you wanna play some Gin rummy?” One guy asked. Uzi shook her head “Erm, no thanks. I wanna get these measurements to my dad so he could— um, correct me in case I’m wrong.”
“Jeeze, who are you and what’ve you done to our Uzi?” Another worker joked, causing a few to laugh. “Feels like a day ago you were yelling about how we’re all cowards and that doors are stupid!”
“I guess, change of heart?” She shrugged. The workers laughed again.
Uzi was gonna open door 2, but it quickly opened up to show Khan.
“Uzi! Impressive hydraulics, huh?” Her father asked, his arms crossed in pride. Uzi nodded “Pretty cool, I’d uh— I would like… to know more…” she muttered the last bits, but it was loud enough for Khan to hear. Khan smiled in pure joy, hearing his daughter finally being interested in doors had him feeling like he succeeded.
“Well, no need to wait! Come on, I’ll teach you the basics” he urged Uzi back to the table.
“Actually— I was hoping for tomorrow. Not that I don’t wanna learn now, I’m uh— pretty tuckered out and I got a project to finish”
“Oh! Of course, as important as your door journey is, I do need you to be successful in school.” He patted her shoulder. “Go on and sleep, I’ll be here to help you whenever you need.”
Uzi nodded, then smiled, waving goodbye to her dad and his friends before walking away. She heard the door shut, and the excited ramblings of her father and cheers of his peers can be heard from outside door 2. This was nice, her dad can think she’s outside checking out the doors while she’s actually working on her gun. Everything checks out.
Uzi walked down the corridors, silently praying for things to get better. Her new plan wasn’t fool-proof, but it would likely keep her alive (not everyone else though).
Opening her home's door, walking in, and dropping her railgun onto the floor, she made her way to her bedroom.
Climbing and flopping face-first into her pillow, she decided this was the best she could do.
Dear Robo-Christ, this is gonna suck.
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Khan came home a few hours later.
He was still coming down from the euphoria of that fact his daughter totally liked doors. Although it was a little out of nowhere, it was still something. Maybe they could finally bond over something in common.
He sighed happily. His angsty daughter was coming around. As he took a step, he slipped on something.
“AH— fuck!” He cursed loudly as his visor hit the floor. “Gah— dang it!”
He grumbled softly, rubbing his face before picking himself up. He looked to the closest reflective surface, which happened to be a mirror, and saw that his visor had cracked a bit. It wasn’t big, thank robo-god.
“Now how in the name of doors did I trip?” He muttered angrily, scanning the ground. His eyes fell upon Uzi’s rail gun, it sat innocently on the ground as if it didn’t do anything. Damn guns these days. Khan picked it up, looking at it with a bit of worry. He knows he probably shouldn’t let Uzi have this, but he knows as a good parent (he read it somewhere) you should support your child’s interests, even if it was…. Dangerous.
He shrugged, although Uzi was starting to be interested in doors (and as much as he wants this gun out of his house) he should keep it. The gun was…. Impressive (ugh that felt weird to think).
Khan cautiously walked to Uzi's room. He opened the door slowly and saw Uzi lying there. He placed the gun by her door and before he left he whispered “goodnight”.
Khan felt odd for feeling so proud of his daughter.