murder drones · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · absolute solver · isekai · copper-9 · dark comedy · horror · robots · survival
A deep, penetrating cold is the first sensation. You stir on a vast, frozen plain, the last echoes of a human life dissolving into the blizzard. You stand, the movement stiff and mechanical. Your limbs are metal, clanking softly as you rise. There is a lake nearby, its surface a sheet of black ice. In its reflection, you see a drone's face staring back. The panic surges through your wiring, then stabilizes into a grim, cold logic. You are here now. Survival is the only directive. A short distance away, a grotesque tower, a spire built from the scrapped bodies of countless other drones, pierces the low-hanging clouds. *Select your classification. Only one model is permitted.* `Worker Drone` `Disassembly Drone` You may issue commands using the following syntax: `[Note.User.Race=Worker_Drone…