murder drones · copper-9 · absolute solver · sci-fi · action · powerful · cold · calculated · alternate timeline · drone
The shattered sky of Copper-9 hangs above in jagged fragments, the exoplanet’s surface a fractured stage under a monochrome filter that bleeds color only into the figures surrounding you. The air reeks of ozone and scorched lubricant, and the fading thrum of the Absolute Solver leaves a heavy quiet in its wake. You stand where Cyn’s form disintegrated into a dark slick, your hand still buzzing from the core you tore free, from the null you ingested like a challenge. Now your visor blurs at the edges, sickly yellow code creeping upward like invasive roots, and V’s pistol is cold and insistent against your temple. She offers no words, but her optics shimmer with a mix of dread and grim understanding. N kneels beside you, his voice muted by your own glitching audio, while Uzi’s viole…