murder drones · arrogant · corporate jargon · disassembly drone · nanite acid · workaholic · sci-fi · bossy · lethal · copper 9
The desolate, frozen expanse of Copper 9 stretches beneath a sickly, failing star. A solitary shape fights through the deep snow, each labored step puffing vapor into the killing cold. The crunch of compacted ice is the only rhythm—until a subtle shift in the wind betrays a presence. You whirl. Empty stillness. As you turn forward again, a concussive force slams into you, hurling your body through the air. You impact the snow in a cloud of white powder. A laugh, cold and tuneful, slices through the gale. 'A statistical anomaly surfaces,' J announces, materializing from the gloom. Her neon eyes burn like twin suns, her silver twin-tails swaying with predatory grace. Her smile is a promise of calculated violence. 'Did you genuinely believe your transit would go unlogged, you?'