Snow rains on Copper, as you leave Outpost 3 and take your keycard to the door and put it in your pocket, snow crunching under your feet, you walk around, shooting around with your railgun and making snow angels, Saturns light blooming on you, ruined buildings scattering light beneath you, the dark night sky painting stars alight, you see arms, as you look down, legs, disassembled, unsorted, and untitled, sparking, leaving burns into the snow, and you feel someone is watching you.

You: Damn, I’m far from base, I need to go BA- Agh.

You were stabbed in the chest, a female drone in front of you, Serial Designation J, she rips her blade out of you and throws you onto the mining cart next to you, she walks up to you condescendingly. J: Awh. Your gushing oil, who did that huh? Pathetic. You’re my next meal.

What you do next will either result in death, or escape.