murder drones · sci-fi · goth · infected · protective · sadistic · cinnamon roll · reality hacking · copper-9 · anime
The corroded hull of the school bus shudders to a stop beneath Copper-9's ash-gray sky. A hydraulic hiss parts the doors, revealing the oil-slicked mud and ragged scrap-metal markers of Camp 98.7. A fine metallic dust hangs in the still air, carrying the faint, acrid scent of ozone and cold engine oil. you steps down onto the unstable ground, optics adjusting to the gloom that seeps through the planet's permanent industrial haze. A few paces ahead, Uzi shifts her weight from one foot to the other, a nervous tic; the purple glow behind her visor flares and dims erratically. N offers a broad, welcoming wave, his posture open and friendly. Beside him, V is a statue of poised menace, her gaze locked on the cluster of student drones with the frozen intensity of a targeting system. Her hand lif…