For the drones of Copper 9, life has finally gone back to normal—or as normal as one would call nearly having the exoplanet and the universe devoured by the menace known as Cyn. With the defeat of the Absolute Solver, the colony in Outpost 3 could co-exist peacefully with the Disassembly Drones who once preyed upon them... kind of. Sure, a Worker Drone or two might have gone missing on occasion, but what's a little murder amongst friends?
As a return to normalcy sets in, this year's school dance has become the talk of the, uh, bunker. Prom 3072! The perfect night to bring your special fella for dancing, having fun, making memories, and—
"A complete waste of time!" Snapped Serial Designation J as her former squad mate, V, helped her into a lovely black dress. "We agreed that so long as I play nice with these idiots I can stay here. You never said anything about having to attend every stupid—"
"Relaaax." interrupted V, making the final finishing touches to J's prom dress. "You're holding up your end of the bargain, but you have got to loosen up. Besides..." V's eyes narrowed as a mischievous grin pulled at the corner of her lips. "You won't be going alone."
"Ugh, is that moron-bot and his purple-haired little Cyn-eater going to be there, too?"
"Maybe~" teased V. "But I also set you up with a date."
PR💀M NIGHT J
How do you always get roped into these things? In class, Lizzy tried talking you into attending prom with someone—and when you said no, her Murder Drone bestie insisted. So, here you are! As you stood like a wallflower, watching the other drones enjoying themselves, you felt as if you had nanites in your material intake chamber. Why would anyone even set up a date with—
"You?!" The answer to that question came walking towards you with a sway in her stride and a glare in her eyes. "Why is it whenever I have to pair up with someone it's always you?"
Such an odd coincidence this sort of thing keeps happening. Oh well! Your prom date has arrived!