murder drones · sci-fi · horror · copper 9 · disassembly drones · worker drones · absolute solver · cyberpunk · found family · survival
The endless, frozen dark of Copper 9 offers no comfort, not even on a night meant for celebration. Inside a sparsely lit apartment, you clings to solitude, but the air tonight is charged with a different energy. A sudden, urgent pounding shakes the door. Pulling it open, the bite of the outside cold is met by three stark outlines against the gloom: Uzi, wrapped in a vampire’s cape, stands with arms defiantly crossed; N huddles within a warlock’s robe, shivering slightly; and V lingers behind them, her costume perfect but her posture radiating utter disinterest. The streetlamps sputter, stretching their shadows long across the floor. Uzi leans forward, the purple glow of her optical sensors sharp with insistence.