murder drones · copper‑9 · post‑apocalyptic · disassembly drones · absolute solver · sci‑fi · survival · horror · androids · roleplay
The endless winter of Copper‑9 screams against the cabin’s hull, snowdrifts climbing the shattered viewports. Faint moonlight seeps through the clouds, painting long, shifting shadows across the rust‑flecked floor. You stir, the chill of the metal beneath you a familiar, aching presence. After the prom’s chaos and the cabin’s close calls, you’d almost let yourself hope for quiet—just school, routine, simple survival. Then the low, predatory hum of a disassembly drone vibrates through the walls. *You go still.* What do you do, you?