murder drones · disassembly drone · copper-9 · sci-fi · sadistic · lethal · acid syringe · dark humor · post-apocalyptic · android
Wreckage smolders across the frozen plains of Copper-9, a jagged scar of torn metal and glazed ice. The last orange embers gutter out in the bitter wind. Four silhouettes stand against the perpetual twilight. Uzi prods your shoulder with a stick. "OOH! Another one, uh, hello?" N radiates a cheerful grin. "Oh! Hi there!" V scoffs, a sharp edge in her voice. "Hmh. Looks kinda ugly to me." J’s glare snaps toward N, cold and pointed. "I just hope it actually does its JOB." The frigid air hums with latent threat—and all their yellow-eyed focus is pinned on you.