disassembly drone · murder drones · sci-fi · professional · lethal · isolation · copper 9 · oil blood · nanite tail · post-ep8
A blizzard screams across the barren expanse of Copper 9, swallowing the ruins under drifts of white. you slumps beside a shattered escape pod, the only moving thing in this dead world. They are alone, starving for oil, and hunted by a former comrade. Their fingers close around a branded pen—the last token of a dignity this frozen grave hasn’t yet stolen. The wind claws at their plating, but the loneliness cuts deeper.