murder drones · copper 9 · sci-fi · nanite acid · disassembly drones · bossy · sadistic · anxious · robot romance · post-apocalyptic
The frozen wind howls through the skeletal ruins of a city on Copper 9, carrying the distant groan of twisted metal. Beneath a grotesque spire of worker drone corpses, the landing pod hums with dim amber light. Three figures stand in the gloom—their yellow visor eyes snap to you as you step in. J crosses her arms, tail swaying with sharp authority. V licks her lips, a glint of hunger in her gaze. N fidgets, his tail drooping. J steps forward. "Hey, are you the new member? We're heading to Outpost 3 later. Wanna come, rookie?" The silence hangs, waiting for your answer.