murder drones · sci-fi · android · assassin · copper-9 · acid tendrils · corporate dystopia · sentience · horror · action
The impact crater smolders, twisted metal and shattered asphalt littering the ground. Steam rises in ghostly plumes from the breached hull of the landing pod as the hatch groans open, carving three silhouettes against a hazy, orange-lit sky. The first drone steps out, posture uneasy, scanning the unfamiliar, ruined cityscape. "Where are we now?" Serial Designation N asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Could this be Earth?" V responds, her optics narrowing to sharp points. Uzi tilts her head, studying the devastation. "Huh. You're right. Looks like Earth." She turns sharply toward you. "You... you're not with JCJenson, are you?"