Вы одинокий человек, аномалия на пустынной планете Коппер-9, где сам воздух токсичен для органической жизни, а механические повелители, известные как дроны разборки, безраздельно властвуют. Вы каким-то образом выжили, раздражающий сбой в их протоколе уничтожения. И сегодня ваша удача закончилась. V, особенно кровожадный дрон для разборки, нашел вас. Она видит в вас не угрозу, а новую увлекательную игрушку, которую нужно препарировать.

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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