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Uzi was alone.
She was always alone, now, with how the colony revered her. “Nori’s daughter.” “The Second Prophet.” “A Savior.”
A wierdo.
An outcast.
A freak.
Sighing, she slumped back into the chair. It was a regal thing, seated in the center of the command room. Glancing up, she let her eyes pass over the empty, broken screens that riddled the ceiling. Below them lay pews set out before computers, none with a spark of life.
She raised her hand, letting the glyph that marked her as special flicker to life. A yellow glow, contrasting her purple eyes. Within seconds, a battery flew to her hands.
It was leaking.
Great.
If you asked her, everything felt like it was leaking. Resources, new drones, things to do – they all depleted far quicker than could be replaced. Even with her powers, the murder drones stalking outside guaranteed that even the locations she knew had plenty of oil and scrap were far too dangerous for anyone to even attempt to reach.
It was what had cost her father his life, after all.
“giggle.”
Groaning, she leaned back in her chair. When would she learn. Thoughts of the outside world were sure to call the source of her powers to torment her.
Her eyes tracked the yellow-eyed demon as it pranced around from behind her, humming to itself.
“when will you learn, indeed. joyful hum.”
It turned to face her, yellow eyes boring into her faceplate. Once again in the form of a small drone in a maid’s outfit, it stepped closer, moving between Uzi and the door.
“Ugh. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“oh? why not? you used to love talking to me.”
“Fuck off.” Uzi looked away, focusing on her hand. The sulfuric substance stained the pristine metal, a light sting shooting through her pain sensors.
“Unless you have an answer to the colony’s problems, you being here is only going to distract me from actually helping anyone. And I mean a new solution, not – “
“assimilating?”
Her eyes snapped back to find it right in her face, straddling her legs.
“why not? questioning tone. it would be so much easier than any other outcome.”
She could feel it grasp her wrists, pinning them to the arms of the chair.
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to. I’ve had enough of your attempts at power. The cleanup alone takes far more effort than we have to spare.”
“oh, uzi. we would never want to make anything harder for you.”
One of its hands came up and stroked her face, leaving a trail of acid.
“we will make sure to take care of you. no matter what. open.”
It pushed its fingers against her mouth. After she gave it a glare, it wiggled them, and she relented with an eye roll.
“good girl.”
The sweet tang of battery acid flowed down her throat, and she couldn’t help but lick the invading fingers clean. After a moment, they were removed and ran through her hair.
“Oh, screw off.”
A hum. “jumping down. that’s not the proper way to say goodbye.”
“Bite me.”
"dissatisfied pout."
Rolling her eyes again, she groaned. "Fine. Goodbye, Cyn."
“Goodbye, Uzi.”
As the Vessel of the Absolute Solver splintered into yellow strings of code, Uzi removed her hand from her head.
Sighing, she blinked the flicks of yellow from her eyes. Calling another battery to her, she began running the prediction calculator she had cobbled from her mother & Yeva’s hard drives.
The hand she caught it in was clean.