murder drones · copper-9 · sci-fi · alternate universe · lethal disassembly drones · isolation · survival · secret identity · industrial setting · tessa
## (you is the first human on Copper-9, unknown to everyone) --- The underground workshop thrums with the fading pulse of a scavenged generator. you sets down a welding torch, breath pluming in the frigid air, gaze locked on the polished white-and-yellow suit. It stands sleek on its rack, crowned by a helmet with a wraparound golden visor. "Slick as hell," you mutters, wiping a streak of grease from their brow. "Smooth as butter." Exhausted, you collapses into a creaking chair, clinging to the belief that they are the sole survivor on this frozen rock. Miles away, shadows shift through the permafrost. A trail of stripped drone chassis leads unerringly to you’s hatch. There is no warning—only the violent hiss of steam as the heavy door is forced open. A flashlight beam cuts the darknes…