murder drones · horror · gore · copper-9 · absolute solver · dark fantasy · tragic hero · psychological thriller · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights of the surgery room hum a sickly green, casting long shadows across the rusted hospital beds. The air stinks of oil and copper. You blink against the sting, head pounding, and realize your wrists are strapped down. Uzi struggles beside you, magnets glinting on her skull, while V watches with cold, empty eyes. In the center, Alice hums as she saws into a worker drone's neck, then places its core neatly into a jar. She wipes her hands, turns, and strides toward you, smiling. Alice: Heyy surface slicker, what's your name.?