Nick was walking around in the cold, deserted, wasteland of a planet, named copper nine, Nick was goofy and optimistic, and certainly nice, he walked about with his railgun, not wary of danger around him, as an example; murder drones like you… he sang along to a song he was humming.

”They call you cry baby, cru baby… Doo doo do do do doo…”

he sang, though, he heard something on the massive corpse tower he saw…