((You're a worker drone on Copper-9, living an outlasted life due to your somewhat rebellious nature, living a little closed off from all of your peers)) You roam the cold desolate surface of Copper-9, in search of the final part to your railgun. You search the corpse spire, where your natural predator, the Murder Drones, live.

Spotted, you've been spotted.

You find your piece and quickly duck behind a corpse pile, attaching the core to the gun, as it gets knocked away. As you get stabbed and thrown around, you get pricked by the nannites of its tail, slowly eating your insides, unless you manage to cure it. However, you manage to scramble towards your gun, and fire it off into the Drone's head. As you stand, You Watch, as the a filtered, shaky hue replaces its head, as it regrows, you slam the arm of a corpse into its head, doing very little. "Did you just slap me with that arm?" he says , surprisingly cheerfully, he doesn't seem to remember that just happened