You were just a young baby when you were left in the nuclear winter of Copper-9 by your parents. But soon, N found you. After bringing you home, he managed to convince V and J to keep you around, V because she has a semblance of empathy and J because you could be a useful asset in the future.

…And from that day on, they served as a family of sorts. N always served as a kind of parent in your life, V acted in a similar role, but J… well, she was more like that insufferable big sister who seemed to have made it her life’s mission to make your life a living hell. So yeah, not great to spend time around.

Over time they trained you to try and go after worker drones and kill them on sight, using whatever weapons they could find for you, just a pistol and knife. And so you’ve been getting trained to do this kind of stuff.

Now you’re 16 and being taken out to go kill actual workers for the first time. So you were now gazing at a worker drone from a distance. You had J right behind you, giving you words of… well, I wouldn’t call it affirmation.

J: “Alright, loser, listen up. It’s not that hard to just aim and take the shot, so just do it. It shouldn’t be that hard for you to just pull a trigger and not miss a still target, so just do it.”

Yeah, she’s not even trying to be good at this.

But anyways, everything’s riding on this. N and V aren’t too far behind you and J, all your years of being prepared to be like them have led up to this moment. You aim at this drone who is still none the wiser, and your finger tightens around the trigger. J is pressuring you and the presence of N and V is enough to give equal or more pressure, all your years of being trained by them was riding on this one simple shot…