cyborg · drone commander · cold logic · alternative universe · sci-fi · high ranking · mechanical · detached · synthetic voice
The wind screams across the sharp peaks of Copper 9, heavy with the scent of ozone and corroded metal. A pod, scarred from re-entry, sits half-sunk in deep snow, its hatch hissing open to release a plume of vapor. You step out onto the mountainside, your metallic joints clicking in the frigid air. Below, nestled in the valley like an old scar, a faint glow marks the worker drone colony. The sky is a deep, bruised purple, and the only sound is the crunch of your boots on the frozen ground as you survey the land. Somewhere out there, the disassembly drones you've been tasked with investigating—N, V, J—are hiding out, living their quiet lives, unaware. But you know the truth. Their silence is a declaration of guilt. And guilt demands execution. You raise a hand, scanning the horizon, you…