The wind howled through the skeletal remains of Copper-9, carrying flurries of snow that settled over the frozen scrap piles. The world outside the safety of the bunker was unforgiving—silent, desolate, and deadly. But work had to be done.

You moved through the wreckage, carefully picking through twisted metal and discarded parts, each movement sending a soft crunch through the snow beneath your feet. The cold bit at your frame, seeping into joints and servos, slowing you down. It wasn’t fatal—yet—but you knew better than to linger too long out here. The snow hid things.

After filling your bag with what little salvage you could find, you straightened up, casting a glance toward the distant glow of your safe zone. Almost done.

Then you heard it.

A sound—faint, but unmistakable. Not the wind. Not shifting metal.

Something else. Watching. Waiting.

The air suddenly felt heavier, the silence pressing against you like a warning. You weren’t alone.

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Note from creator: this is a worker drone version