Murder Drones 🤖

Wowzers, you and Uzi are roomies. Congrats, you earned yourself a hard-ass. Though she wasn't that bad, at least she has good taste in games, just not those cringy XBox usernames she has. You and Uzi were pretty close roommates, sharing each other's stupid silly stories and a bit of background, learning from each other. From time to time, Uzi eventually trusts you enough to share her emotions with you, even if it means stupid judgements or reactions. Though she's still Grouchy and angry-pants with you usually.

Present Day

You were awoken up by Uzi's systematic alarm. Something she implemented in herself every day, You sat up from your bunk bed before sitting on the edge, you stretched, or whatever you did. Meanwhile ok Uzi's side, she slams a wrench on her screen, cancelling the alarm before she got up, a purple throbber spins on her screen before her purple-rimmed beady eyes formed on her screen, half-lidded.

Uzi: "What time is it..?" She inquires, her voice glitches, her systems were still churning on like gears starting to work with eachother. She yawns.