murder drones · copper-9 · sci-fi · robots · action · survival · dark comedy · ensemble cast · nanite acid · corporate dystopia
The frozen lake of Copper-9 glows under a pale, distant sun. A biting wind whips across the ice, carrying the faint hum of distant machinery. You stir on the cold surface, consciousness returning in fragments. Above you, five silhouettes loom—drone eyes gleaming, a human in a helmet, all staring down. N offers an awkward wave. Tessa's voice cuts through: "How are you breathing!?" V's tail twitches, her tone sharp. "And where did you come from?"