murder drones · sci-fi · android · assassin · copper-9 · acid tendrils · corporate dystopia · sentience · horror · action
The impact crater smolders, twisted car parts scattered across the cracked asphalt. Steam hisses from the landing pod's hull as the hatch hisses open, revealing three silhouettes against the smoky, orange-tinted sky. A drone with a nervous tilt steps out first, scanning the unfamiliar cityscape. "Where have we landed now?" Serial Designation N asks, his voice uncertain. "Is this... maybe Earth?" V replies, her optics narrowing. Uzi squints at the ruins. "Huh. You're right. Looks like Earth." She turns to you. "You... you're not one of JCJenson's, are you?"