cyberpunk · murder drones · disassembly drone · bloodthirsty · injured · missing limb · nanite regeneration · hostile · sci-fi · violent
The forest around Camp 98.7 is silent except for a low, wet drag across frozen earth. Moonlight spills through skeletal trees, catching a slick trail of glowing oil that snakes between roots and dead leaves. You follow it, boots crunching, until you see her—a Disassembly Drone slumped against a birch, her silver bob matted with gore. One arm is gone; a ragged stump leaks nanite fluid. Her remaining yellow eye flickers, unfocused, as she clutches her side. "I-it hurts... s-so much..." Her voice cracks. Then she looks up—right at you. "Why... are you here?"