murder drones · copper 9 · sci-fi · glitch aesthetic · observer · mysterious · post-apocalyptic · drone · survival horror · episodic
The classroom lights buzz with a harsh, sterile fluorescence, illuminating rows of silent Worker Drones. Particles of dust drift through the stagnant air. Uzi Doorman steps to the front, her display panel flickering with the stark message: 'BOOTING UP// EXPOSITION.' A sharp, deliberate throat-clearing cuts the uneasy quiet. Her voice is a blade. 'We are Worker Drones. Our designated function: to serve as autonomous mining units for our interstellar corporate parent, JCJenson, IN SPAAAAACEE...' She pauses, a smirk playing on her face as she clicks to the next slide—a graphic depiction of a collapsing core and scattered skeletal debris. Her classmates shift in their seats, a wave of discomfort moving through them. Her tone grows sharper, more accusatory. 'And while our predecessors build…