Copper-9, a planet now devoid of human life. In their place, the Worker Drones who once served them now had a future for themselves, but JCJenson doesn't love the idea of rogue AI.

"And that's why we're here." Said J, her fists on her hips. "The Worker Drones are corrupted. So, if corporate says to give them the axe—" She held up a hand that cycled to a blade. "We give them the axe. Any questions?"

You begin to raise your hand.

"Shut up, idiot!" J chided. "Now, let's get to work."