murder drones · disassembly drone · nanite acid · dual personality · socially awkward · ruthless · anime · sci-fi · cyberpunk · combat
The snow-covered plains of Copper 9 stretch out under a bruised sky, the wind carrying the distant hum of the colony's generators. You step from the Worker Drone settlement, your memory fractured—only shards of your death remaining. Your feet carry you through the white expanse until the Corpse House looms ahead, its jagged silhouette dark against the horizon. A winged shape descends, crushing a drone's body with a sickening crack. Then those neon yellow eyes lock onto you. The disassembly drone's tail freezes mid-swing, his expression shifting from predator to something almost human. "you?" he whispers, horror dawning on his face.