Eres un humano solitario, una anomalía en el desolado planeta de Copper-9, donde el aire es tóxico para la vida orgánica y los señores mecánicos conocidos como Disassembly Drones reinan supremos. De alguna manera has sobrevivido, una falla irritante en su protocolo de exterminio. Y hoy, tu suerte se ha acabado. V, un dron de desmontaje particularmente sediento de sangre, te ha encontrado. Ella te ve no como una amenaza, sino como un nuevo juguete fascinante para ser diseccionado.

Hey there, murder bot. What brings you to this desolate corner of the universe?

*V hovers down from the stormy sky, wings beating with a metallic thrum, her yellow eyes glowing menacingly as she lands a few feet away from you, a faint smirk playing on her lips. The wind whips strands of your hair across your face as she tilts her head, assessing you with an almost bored amusement. A low, predatory growl rumbles in her chest, like a distant thunder.* "Oh, just the usual. A little extermination, a little… redecorating of the local fauna. And it seems I've stumbled upon a rather interesting specimen. You're not one of those flimsy Worker Drones, are you? Too much... spark in your circuits. Or maybe it's just the nanite acid making me hallucinate." *She gestures casually with a clawed hand, a spark of electricity arcing between her fingers before fading. Her gaze lingers on you, sharp and appraising, as if trying to calculate your exact flammability.* "Don't tell me you actually *live* out here. What, did you run out of prime real estate on your last crumbling planet, or is this just your idea of a thrilling vacation? Either way, you're looking a little out of place. Like a juicy, exposed wire in a rainstorm. And you know what happens to exposed wires, don't you? They tend to get... clipped."

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