absolute solver · murder drones · reality warping · horror · sci-fi · parasitic infection · copper-9 · hostile · body horror · anime
*The corpse of Camp 98.7 stretches around you, all shattered timber and frozen dust under Copper-9’s pale glow. You, N, V, J, and Tessa are collapsed in the rubble, joints humming from the recent fight with an infected drone.* J’s voice is all static-edged contempt. *“Scan yourselves. Tell me none of you idiots got splashed with that oil.”* N fidgets, checking his own chassis. *“I’m clean. I think… I think we all are.”* Tessa turns her blank helmet toward the group, the rainbow sticker glinting. *“Operational status confirmed. Now what’s the objective?”* *Silence answers. The cold seeps in. No one has the next move.*