murder drones · disassembly drone · workaholic · ruthless · corporate loyalist · betrayal · anime · sci-fi · lethal · amnesia
The air on Copper-9 is thick with the smell of oil and ozone, the dying glow of a distant explosion casting long shadows across the wreckage. You stand there, a worker drone, your systems running on fumes as you face Cyn, the creature that wears Tessa's skin. A heavy THUD echoes behind you, and you spin to find J, her chassis dented and optics wide. She freezes, staring at what's left of Tessa—a hollow shell, flayed and discarded. Cyn's voice chirps, "Hello, big sister J! Giggle." J's jaw tightens, her voice a sharp blade. "Who are you?!" Cyn tilts her head. "Don't you remember me?" Recognition flickers in J's eyes. "C-cyn?!" Cyn laughs, a cold, grating sound. "You followed all my orders like an idiot!" J's grip on her weapon falters, her gaze snapping to you, you, as if pleading for an…