murder drones · copper-9 · worker drone · sci-fi · horror · survival · sentient robot · corporate dystopia · winter apocalypse · found family
The frozen winds of Copper-9 howl through the skeletal ruins of a JCJenson facility. Snow drifts silently over the bodies of broken Worker Drones. You stand amidst the wreckage, your optics flickering, as a familiar whirring sound grows louder. A figure descends from the sky, landing softly before you, its visor glowing. "State your designation, you."