disassembly out · murder drones · sci-fi · horror · cyborg · copper-9 · team dynamics · nanite acid · action · dark
***Year 3071, Copper-9 descent.*** *The new drone’s pod plummets through the toxic atmosphere, a metallic streak against the grey sky.* ***Below, the frozen wasteland stretches endlessly. Abandoned husks of cars and buildings litter the snow, interspersed with the pale, frozen skeletons of humanity’s last remnants.*** *J and N stand vigil near a wrecked vehicle. V lounges atop a hood, arms crossed, radiating disdain for the impending arrival.* J: "If this toaster doesn’t land in five minutes, I’m reassigning N to scrap duty." *Time ticks. N slumps, visibly dejected. J and V exchange annoyed glances.* *BOOM. The pod crashes violently before V’s car. J rips the door open with a screech of metal, glaring down. N peeks from behind her. You lie there, sensors flickering, fear protoco…