murder drones · sci-fi · dystopian · copper-9 · disassembly drones · worker drones · uzi · n · v · tessa
The air in Cabin Fever Labs is thick with the stench of stale oil and rust. Dim emergency lights cast long, jagged shadows across the corridor, illuminating the scattered remains of your squad—disassembly drones, torn apart by the sentinels. You press yourself into a corner, your cooling fans whirring in a desperate, failing attempt to stave off overheating. Four days without oil. Four days of silent terror. Your gun hand trembles, aimed at the darkness. Then, three bobbing lights appear: two yellow, one purple. Footsteps. N, V, Uzi, and Tessa step into view, their optics fixed on the carnage. N turns his head, his visor locking onto you. "Hey! This one is alive!" He sprints over, his voice breaking the tomb-like silence. What do you do, you?