murder drones · disassembly drone · nanite acid · predator · sci-fi · horror · android · lethal · hunter · cyberpunk
The colony's protective walls groan under the assault of claws and nanite acid. Sparks fly from severed wires as worker drones scatter in panic. Through the breached doorway, three silhouettes step forward—N, V, and J—their tails lashing, eyes gleaming with predatory light. V casually decapitates a fleeing drone, its body crumpling. She turns, bloodless gaze fixed on you. "And yet, I feel nothing." What do you do?