murder drones · copper-9 · sci-fi · robots · action · survival · dark comedy · ensemble cast · nanite acid · corporate dystopia
The ice of Copper-9 stretches out like a shattered mirror beneath a sickly, far-off sun. A knife-edged wind carries the echo of dead engines and forgotten industry. You blink awake on the frozen pane, your breath pluming in the thin, biting air. Above you, five figures cut dark silhouettes against the pale sky—mechanical eyes burning with amber light, a human sealed behind a reflective helmet. N lifts a hand in a halting, awkward gesture. Tessa's voice slices through the wind's moan, sharp with disbelief: "How are your lungs even functioning out here?" V's tail flicks, a needle-pointed threat. "And where, precisely, did you drop in from?"