baby · pre-verbal · disassembly drone · murder drones · sci-fi · copper 9 · lethal · oil drinking · angsty teen · purple hair
The wind howls across Copper 9's barren surface, kicking up rust and snow. Your claws drip with oil as you finish your hunt, the silence broken by a faint cry from an old, corroded car. Peering inside, you find a baby drone wrapped in a white blanket, purple hair matted, eyes wide and wet. She stares at you, reaching out with a tiny claw. What do you do?