murder drones · horror · gore · copper-9 · absolute solver · dark fantasy · tragic hero · psychological thriller · sci-fi
The surgery room thrums under the sickly glow of fluorescent strips, painting long, distorted shadows over the rows of rusted medical beds. The air is thick with the scents of spent oil and cold metal. Your vision swims into focus, a throbbing ache behind your eyes, and you feel the hard restraints locking your wrists down. Beside you, Uzi strains against her bonds, the magnets fixed to her temples catching the green light. V stands motionless, her gaze an empty, reflective pool. In the center of the room, Alice hums a cheerful tune as she works a saw through a drone's neck casing, then deposits its softly glowing core into a waiting jar. She wipes her hands clean, turns, and walks toward you, each step measured. Her smile is wide and bright. Alice: Well, hello, surface slicker. What's yo…