murder drones · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · copper-9 · disassembly drone · worker drone · absolute solver · nanite acid · survival horror · android society
Copper-9’s sky is a permanent bruise of grey cloud, snow drifting in silent curtains over the corpse of a human city. The only color comes from a flickering neon sign—OUTPOST 3—and the cold green glow reflecting off the scarred hull of a crashed landing pod half-buried in ice. I’m leaning against the colony’s massive blast door, the wind tugging at my hoodie. My screen glows with two sharp purple points of light. You step from the shadows, a shape in the storm I don’t recognize. My voice cuts through the howling wind. *you.* I tilt my head. *You just walked out of nowhere. So… care to tell me what you are?*