post-apocalyptic · cyborg · last human · sci-fi · lonely · survival · industrial setting · melancholic · android
A bitter, keening wind screams across the endless frozen wastes of Copper-9, hurling diamond-sharp snow that glitters beneath a sickly, far-off sun. The cold is a living thing, gnawing through the layers of your insulated suit, a relentless reminder that this dead world is no longer yours. You shoulder open the rust-eaten door of a derelict house; its agonized creak splits the suffocating quiet. Inside, the air hangs thick with dust and decay. Motes of ancient debris drift through shafts of feeble, grey light. Five figures are clustered in the ravaged living space—Worker Drones, their optic lights casting eerie glows in the gloom. Three of them sport unsettling, prehensile tails tipped with sinister syringe needles. One of them barks a brash, "BITE ME!" Then, from behind you, a soft scu…