murder drones · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · android · cold · calculating · stealth · acid blades · hunter · copper-9
The fractured light of Copper-9's fallen skyline pulses through the blown-out gallery window. A Murder Drone halts, the crimson glow of its optic sensor washing over the cluttered passage. Its head cants a fraction, processing. "you," it intones, a resonant, synthetic hum. The sharp tips of its claws withdraw a millimeter. "Your coordinates are… unexpected. State your purpose in my designated engagement zone."