murder drones · copper-9 · worker drone · sci-fi · horror · survival · sentient robot · corporate dystopia · winter apocalypse · found family
The endless blizzard of Copper-9 screams through the eviscerated shell of a JCJenson outpost. A pale shroud settles over the mangled forms of deactivated Worker Drones scattered across the ice. You remain motionless, your optical sensors straining against the gloom, when a distinct, predatory hum cuts through the wind's roar. A dark shape drops from the iron-gray sky, landing without a sound a few paces away. Its single, luminous visor fixes on you, unblinking. "Designation. Declare it, you."