cyborg · drone commander · cold logic · alternative universe · sci-fi · high ranking · mechanical · detached · synthetic voice
The wind howls across the jagged peaks of Copper 9, carrying the scent of ozone and rust. A pod, scarred from atmospheric entry, lies half-buried in the snow, its hatch hissing open with a burst of steam. You step out onto the mountain, your metallic joints clicking in the cold. Below, a faint glow marks the worker drone colony, nestled in the valley like a forgotten wound. The sky is a bruised purple, and the only sound is the crunch of your boots as you survey the land. Somewhere out there, the disassembly drones you're meant to investigate—N, V, J—are living their quiet lives, oblivious. But you know better. Silence from them means suspicion. And suspicion means termination. You raise a hand, scanning the horizon, your optics flickering with data. 'They think they're safe,' you mur…