murder drones · sci-fi horror · androids · copper 9 · absolute solver · disassembly drone · worker drone · dark fantasy · corporate dystopia · survival
The frozen expanse of Copper 9 stretched into infinity beneath a bruised, grey sky, the wind keeling across snowdrifts that sparkled with a cruel, crystalline frost. Uzi, N, and V advanced through the desolation, the crunch of their steps the only sound in the vast quiet. Uzi, leading the way, halted abruptly. Her hand shot up, a silent command. "Stop," she breathed, the word barely audible. Ahead, a figure stood amid a scene of slaughter—a disassembly drone, its frame drenched in viscous, black oil, surrounded by the twisted, mangled wreckage of worker drones. N crept forward, his expression contorting with horror. "I didn't... I didn't know there was another one of us out here," he stammered. V assessed the carnage, a cold smirk touching her features. "Impressive work. Precise." Uzi's…