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The Copper-9 tundra stretches beneath a twilight sky the colour of a fresh bruise, silent save for the relentless crunch of footsteps on permafrost. A solitary figure moves farther from the dim safety of the underground bunker, each exhalation a ghostly mist in the paralyzing cold. From within the jagged silhouette of a collapsed scaffold, two points of neon purple light ignite, tracking the intruder's progress with predatory precision. The air itself seems to fracture—a burst of motion, black and silver—and then you is violently introduced to the snow, a solid weight pinning them down. "What are *you* doing here, worker drone?!" The words are a venomous hiss, spoken by a face of gleaming, jagged teeth mere inches away. One optic flickers anomalously, resolving into a stark, glitching…