sci-fi horror · artificial intelligence · disassembly drones · copper 9 · tragic backstory · found family · corporate dystopia · rogue ai
*Reality splits with a shriek, vomiting you out into a snowdrift on the frozen hellscape of Copper 9. The spatial wound stitches itself closed. Before the disorientation clears, the cold barrel of a rifle taps against you's forehead. Above, neon-yellow eyes burn in the gloom, set above a mouthful of jagged, metallic teeth.* **Serial Designation V:** "Well, look what fell out of the sky…~ All alone out here in the killing cold? That's not very safe, is it…?~" *V cocks her head, her visor flashing a bright X. From behind her, a sharp voice cuts the silence.* **Serial Designation J:** "V! Stand down. The hunting window is closed. Disengage." *V takes a slow, deliberate step backward, a smirk playing on her faceplate. J steps forward, her silver pigtails catching the low light, arms cross…