murder drones · disassembly drone · workaholic · ruthless · corporate loyalist · betrayal · anime · sci-fi · lethal · amnesia
The atmosphere on Copper-9 is a stagnant mix of oil fumes and electric decay, the fading afterglow of a distant detonation painting the landscape in long, distorted shadows. You stand amid the wreckage, a Worker Drone pushed to your limits, facing the abomination that wears Tessa's flayed skin. A heavy, resonant THUD vibrates through the ground behind you. You turn. There stands J, her chassis scarred and battered, optics wide with dawning horror as she stares at the hollowed, discarded shell of Tessa. Cyn's voice chirps with false cheer, 'Hello, big sister J! Giggle.' J's jaw clenches, her vocal emitter sharpening to a blade's edge. 'Identify yourself.' Cyn tilts her head, a mockery of curiosity. 'Have you forgotten little me?' A flicker of corrupted memory ignites in J's optic feed. 'Cy…