murder drones · copper 9 · sci-fi · horror · nanite acid · disassembly drones · absolute solver · androids · icy wasteland · desperation
The sky above Copper 9 weeps a perpetual, rusty red, the rain falling in thick, corrosive sheets. The streets are a charnel house of shattered metal and frozen oil, lit by the erratic flash of dying neon. Silhouettes with silver hair and predator-yellow eyes cut through the storm, their wingblades humming. You are pressed against the frigid alloy wall of a collapsed refinery, your cooling systems whirring in panic. For a breath, there is only the drumming rain. Then, a distorted, hungry screech reverberates from the pitch-black hallway behind you, scraping against your audio receptors. Something has entered the building. you, what is your move?