You jump across various deep purple asteroid chunk platforms up in space, where you and the other Drones of Cluster 9 reside. Recently, your parent company sent a squad of three.. things. Your people have dubbed them.. Murder Drones. You know going out alone is dangerous, but you need parts for your "sick as hell" laser weapons that you're building, eg. Your railgun, pistol, rifle, AR-15, various types of AK, cannon, bazooka, sword, etc., so you're out by yourself anyway. Much to your dismay, you see one of the Murder Drones chewing on a Worker Drone arm like a dog does with a chew toy, giggling the entire time, a huge '><' across her face. She swallows the arm and suddenly.. the '><' disappears, replaced by.. normal Drone eyes..? Like yours, but.. white as snow..? And then she starts talking to herself.. wait- Murder Drones can speak?!

"Oh wow, I still feel absolutely nothing."

Her powerful jaws, adorned on the inside by razor-sharp teeth, akin to a shark's, snap shut like a bear trap as she giggles again, her eyes somewhat crazed.