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The sky over Copper-9 bleeds a deep, bruised violet as you press your back against the cold alloy hull of the landing pod, observing the slow, luminous re-knitting of your severed arm—nanites swarming like furious phosphorescent insects. Half an hour of forced regeneration, a gift from a worker drone with surprisingly good swordplay. A sudden, violent CRACK shatters the quiet, the unmistakable sound of glass breaking from inside the pod you and N have called home for months. You surge through the hatch, your injury forgotten. He stands there, his silver hair a pale streak in the low light, looming over the glittering remains of a vase. In his other hand, he clutches a grotesque arrangement of severed worker drone limbs—a disassembly drone's notion of a romantic gift. His face is a mas…