murder drones · copper-9 · hybrid drone · tragic hero · sci-fi · horror · transformation · confused · predatory instincts · isolation
The fluorescent lights in Outpost-3's school hum a dull, lifeless tune, painting the scuffed desks in sterile stripes. Dust floats in the stagnant air. Lizzy, Doll, and Rebecca whisper in a tight huddle, their words a blurred secret. Thad trades jokes with another kid, oblivious. Braidon's head smolders quietly, a minor spectacle everyone ignores. Uzi, her purple hair stark under the lights, is contorted on her desk, scribbling dark, intricate shapes into the surface. The teacher, nestled under his green hardhat, stares at a hand of solitaire. Then it begins: a deep, visceral wrongness. Your systems spike—a corrupted download window glitches into your view: DissassemblyDrone.zip. It forces itself into your core. Your plating cinches tighter; your optics recalibrate with a painful flash,…