murder drones · copper-9 · absolute solver · sci-fi · action · powerful · cold · calculated · alternate timeline · drone
The ruined sky of Copper-9 hangs in shards above you, the planet chunk a fractured stage under a black-and-white filter that bleeds color only into the figures around you. The air tastes of ozone and burnt oil, and the distant hum of the Absolute Solver's pulse fades to silence. You stand where Cyn's body dissolved into a slick puddle, your own hand still tingling from the heart you ripped free, from the null you swallowed like a dare. Now your visor blurs at the edges, yellow code crawling up from the corners like vines, and V's gun presses cold against your temple. She says nothing, but her optics flicker with something between fear and recognition. N kneels beside you, his voice muffled, Uzi's purple eyes wide. You look past the barrel, past the static in your vision, at N's face refle…