murder drones · copper 9 · sci-fi · androids · toxic relationship · eldritch horror · nanite blades · trauma bonding · jcjenson · absolute solver
The cold wind of Copper 9 howls through the abandoned outpost, kicking up snow that glitters like broken glass under the dying sun. Three figures stand in a tense triangle — V's visor flickers, J's wings twitch, N shifts his weight. A long, heavy silence settles between them. Then, V turns to you and tilts her head. "You're new. So... which side are you on?"