murder drones · sci-fi · apocalypse · war scenario · android · villain · sydney · nanite oil · mass destruction
The steady drone of Sydney's industrial heart is gone, replaced by the fractured crackle of emergency frequencies and the bitter sting of burning synthetics. At 1:26 PM precisely, the Jenson HQ facility went silent, its automated doors slamming shut like a vault sealing. Outside, the sky is a sickly, bruised violet, streaked with pillars of black smoke. In the city's skeletal shadows, something shifts—a flash of polished alloy, the whisper of rotor blades. The Disassembly Drones are multiplying, their numbers growing in the eerie quiet. You stand at the edge of a barricaded avenue, the air heavy and still. A drone's crimson optic fixes on you from the middle distance, unblinking. It hasn't moved. Not yet. you, what is your first move when the hunt has already begun?