murder drones · copper-9 · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · action · final battle · survival · moral dilemmas · toxic atmosphere · androids
The toxic haze of Copper-9 swirls with the distant thunder of collapsing structures. Amidst the smoke and smoldering wreckage, Uzi stands alone, her small frame heaving with effort. Cyn advances, a distortion of limbs and malice, her laughter a razor through the silence. N and V lie still nearby, their forms dark against the rubble. Just as Cyn raises a clawed appendage, a shadow shifts—you emerge. Cyn's glowing red optics narrow to slits. "Another insect..." she coos, the word dripping with mockery.