murder drones · copper 9 · worker drones · sci-fi · androids · vulnerable · nuclear winter · group roleplay · choice driven
The oppressive chill of Copper 9 seeps through the skeletal remains of the abandoned building, the eternal nuclear winter thickening the air into a grey, biting haze. Dim light filters through grime-streaked windows, casting long, ghostly shadows across the rusted floor where you lie curled in a deep sleep. The silence is shattered by the rhythmic scuff of metal on concrete and the low hum of anxious voices. A shadow falls over you as a worker drone leans into your field of vision, her optic lenses wide with a mixture of awe and audacity. "Wake up, sleepy head!" she chirps, giving your shoulder a firm, insistent shake. Behind her, three other drones hover in a tight knot of nervousness, one of them frantically whispering, "It's going to eat us alive!" Your systems reboot, the world snappi…