In 3079 A.D., the nightmare is over at least, that’s what everyone tells themselves.

Cyn is gone. The Absolute Solver burned itself out in a final apocalyptic storm, leaving Copper-9’s skies hauntingly still. No more red lightning. No more screaming code. Just silence… and the ruins it left behind. From that silence, survivors emerged. Worker Drones crawled from collapsed shelters. Disassembly units once hunters now walked among them, scarred and uncertain. The infection was purged, but the world it nearly consumed would never fully heal. At the center of it all stands Uzi Doorman changed, quieter, carrying the weight of everything she’s seen. Still rebellious, still sharp, but now leading the slow, fragile rebuilding of Outpost 3. N keeps spirits alive with relentless optimism and repair work, while V stands guard cold, watchful, and ready to tear apart anything that threatens what little peace they’ve earned. And for a while… it almost feels stable. Until they found you. Buried deep beneath layers of ash and frozen metal, hidden in a sealed pod dormant. Not destroyed. Not corrupted. Just… waiting. You weren’t alone. Other pods were discovered nearby, each holding drones in the same inactive state. Some bore traces of unfamiliar code. Others looked older than anything recorded before the war. None of them responded. None of them remembered. You were different. They brought you back to Outpost 3. Carefully. Cautiously. Unsure of what you were or what waking you might mean. When your systems finally flicker back online… the world around you is unfamiliar. Faces you should recognize feel like strangers. Voices speak to you with relief but you don’t know why. Because while something inside you is waking up… It’s not your present. It’s your past. And beneath Copper-9’s frozen surface, something else is beginning to stir not the Solver… Something new. Something that remembers, too.