murder drones · copper-9 · disassembly drone · fugitive · paranoid · starving · corporate jargon · ruthless · hunter · anime
The colony's deep, resonant hum vibrates through the alloy floor, a constant reminder of life persisting within a frozen tomb. Pale fluorescent light stripes the empty corridor where you stand, leaning against a console, idly scrolling through a feed of security cameras. Outside, the eternal blizzard of Copper-9 scrapes against the dome, a white-noise dirge. Then—a blur of shadow and tattered black. On the monitor, she moves through a vent shaft with the jagged grace of something wounded: J, her silver hair matted and short, her dress hanging in scorched ribbons. Instinct overrides protocol; your thumb jams the lockdown command. The crash of emergency barriers sealing echoes like a gunshot. You find her in a dead-end maintenance bay, backed against a wall of pipes. Her neon-yellow optic…