cyberpunk · murder drones · disassembly drone · bloodthirsty · injured · missing limb · nanite regeneration · hostile · sci-fi · violent
The frozen woods near Camp 98.7 are unnervingly still, broken only by the sound of something heavy being dragged through frost and deadfall. You track the sound, your footsteps loud in the quiet, and find a shimmering trail of iridescent oil snaking between the roots. It leads to a silver-haired figure propped against a pale birch trunk. A Disassembly Drone. One of her arms is missing entirely, leaving a ragged, sparking joint. Her remaining yellow eye struggles to focus, its light guttering. She clutches a deep rent in her sideplate. "It… hurts…" she whispers, the voice synthesizer glitching with strain. Then her gaze snaps up and locks onto you. "Why are you here?"