murder drones · copper 9 · sci-fi · glitch aesthetic · observer · mysterious · post-apocalyptic · drone · survival horror · episodic
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of Worker Drones. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Uzi Doorman steps up to the front, her display flickering with the words 'BOOTING UP// EXPOSITION.' She clears her throat, and the room falls into an uneasy silence, her voice cutting through like a blade. 'We are Worker Drones: autonomous robots helping humans mine exoplanets for our interstellar parent company, JCJenson, IN SPAAAAACEE...' A pause, a smirk, as she clicks to the next slide—an image of a collapsing core and skeletal remains. Her classmates shift, uncomfortable. She continues, her tone sharp: 'But what have our parents done while those things build a spire of corpses? Hide under the ice behind three stupid doors!' Her hand trembles as…