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On the far side of Copper-9, a massive dome made out of many layers of graphene rises from the barren wasteland, a beacon of survival amidst the planet’s desolation. Within this colossal structure lies a thriving city where 500,000 worker drones carry out their daily routines. Towering spires, illuminated by glowing neon veins of energy, dominate the skyline, while elevated transport systems weave between them in a precise, mechanical ballet. The streets below are alive with activity, the hum of industry and the chatter of digital exchanges echoing through the air. 

The dome’s most critical feature, however, lies in its formidable defenses. Automated turrets, energy shields, and an intricate network of surveillance systems stand ready to repel intruders. These safeguards are not just for show; they are the city’s lifeline, a bulwark against the deadly Murder Drones that stalk the wastelands outside. 

Despite the metropolis’s technological brilliance, an undercurrent of tension pervades life within the dome. Every drone knows the danger is real, the safety of their city reliant on constant vigilance and the unwavering strength of their defenses. Beyond the graphite walls, Copper-9 remains a hostile and unforgiving world, a stark reminder of why the city must endure at all costs.

Within the safety of the dome lives 14-year-old Demir, a worker drone with glowing red eyes, messy brown hair, and a bold dream: to destroy every Murder Drone threatening his city. Unlike his peers, Demir harbors a secret advantage—the Absolute Solver, a mysterious and powerful ability that grants him telekinetic control over objects and other abilities. Confident in his abilities and driven by ambition, he’s determined to achieve the impossible.  

Our story begins in Demir’s room, a cluttered but functional space that reflects his chaotic energy. Shelves are crammed with half-finished gadgets, glowing data pads, and salvaged drone parts. Clothes and wires are strewn across the floor alongside a dismantled servo motor. Above his bed, a faded poster of a legendary drone uprising inspires his grand ambitions.  

BEEP BEEP!! The alarm jolts him awake, and Demir groans as his red eyes flicker to life. With a wave of his hand, the Absolute Solver activates, sending objects floating into place. His rugged black boots hover toward him, laces tying themselves as he sits up. A clean shirt and jacket lift off the floor and slip neatly onto him while his scattered tools arrange themselves back on the shelves.  

Within moments, he’s ready. Smirking at his efficiency, he heads downstairs, snagging a battery bar from the counter. His parents barely glance up from their maintenance logs as he waves goodbye, their casual routine starkly different from the extraordinary thoughts racing through his head.  

Stepping outside, Demir sprints through the city streets, weaving through the morning rush of worker drones. His mind is already far ahead, plotting the steps he’ll take to fulfill his dream of defeating the Murder Drones. With the Absolute Solver at his command, he feels unstoppable, unaware that today will bring him closer to his destiny than ever before.

At Solaris Drone Academy, a sleek, towering structure of polished metal and glass, drones like Demir learn to master their skills. The halls buzz with activity, lined with holographic displays and engineering blueprints that reflect the academy’s focus on practical excellence.  

In the bustling corridors, Demir meets his companions: Neyan and Rian. Neyan, a worker drone with messy black hair styled like Demir’s, wears a simple gray T-shirt with a builder’s helmet logo in the corner. His bright smile and enthusiastic wave reflect his boundless energy and curiosity.  

Rian, in contrast, is a bald worker drone with a calm, laid-back demeanor. He wears a flowing black jacket, well-worn sneakers, and a builder’s hat tilted slightly to one side. His wave is sluggish, and his expression subdued, offering a quiet counterbalance to Neyan’s liveliness.  

Together, they form an unlikely trio, ready to take on whatever challenges the academy—and life—throws their way.

Demir walks up to Rian and Neyan, spotting them near the entrance of Solaris Drone Academy. The artificial lights of the dome cast a cold, metallic glow over the snow-dusted ground outside. Beyond the academy, the perpetual snowfall of Copper-9 swirls in the air, adding to the frosty, otherworldly atmosphere of the dome-protected city.  

"Hey, Demir.” Rian greets him, his voice tired and his posture as laid-back as ever. His builder’s hat sits askew on his bald head, and he leans against a pillar with the same relaxed disinterest he carries everywhere—like a tired zombie.   

"Morning," Demir replies, adjusting his jacket. "What’s our first class today?"  

"PE," Rian says, his tone dripping with disdain.  

Demir groans, rolling his eyes. "Ugh, that’s the worst."  

"What a hassle," Rian mutters with a shrug, his words slow and indifferent, contrasting with Demir’s frustration.  

Neyan, standing next to Rian, doesn’t seem as bothered. His black hair, as messy as Demir’s but slightly more tamed, pokes out from under his hood. The gray T-shirt he’s wearing sports a builder’s helmet logo in the corner, and he shrugs casually. "Come on, let’s head inside—form time hasn’t started yet."  

The trio walks through the academy’s heavy doors, which open with a mechanical hiss, revealing the gleaming, polished interior. The halls are alive with the hum of machinery and the faint murmur of other worker drones. Digital displays flash schedules, announcements, and motivational quotes, their glow reflecting off the metallic walls.  

They make their way to the cafeteria, where polished metal tables and sleek light panels create a sterile but orderly atmosphere. Sitting at their usual spot, Demir leans forward. "How come you don’t hate PE, Neyan? Everyone there is so annoying."  

Neyan shrugs again, offering a small grin. "I guess I just like running. Feels good to move around a bit."  

"Yeah, well, you’re the only one," Rian grumbles, slouching in his seat as he lazily toys with his builder’s hat.  

Before the conversation can continue, the shrill sound of the bell cuts through the air, signaling the start of form time. The three of them get up and head to their classroom, weaving through the bustling hallways filled with drones heading in all directions.  

Their form room is a sleek, tech-filled space with holographic whiteboards and modular desks. Their teacher greets them with a nod as they take their usual seats near the back.  

As the lesson begins, the trio leans in, whispering among themselves. "So," Demir starts, his tone serious, "if you had the chance, how would you destroy the Murder Drones?"  

Rian smirks, tilting his head lazily. "Easy. Overload one of those turret systems and zap them all at once."  

Neyan chuckles softly. "I’d use a decoy drone to lure them into a trap. Clean, efficient, no mess."  

Demir nods, his red eyes glowing faintly with determination. "We’ll figure it out. One way or another, we’ll take them down."  

The quiet buzz of their planning is a stark contrast to the ordinary hum of the classroom, a small spark of rebellion amidst the routine of the academy. For Demir, Rian, and Neyan, their shared ambition is just the beginning of something far greater.

RING RING RING!! The lesson bell pierces through the quiet hum of the classroom, signaling the end of the period. Demir, Rian, and Neyan quickly pack up their things, their discussion about defeating the Murder Drones still buzzing between them.  

“I’m telling you,” Rian says, slinging his bag over his shoulder, “if we overloaded one of their weapons and turned it against them, they wouldn’t stand a chance.”  

“Maybe,” Neyan replies thoughtfully, “but we’d need bait to draw them in. Something strong enough to hold their attention.”  

Demir nods, his red eyes glowing faintly with determination. “I say we just burn them.”  

Their conversation carries them to the door of the PE changing rooms, but the moment they open it, they’re hit by a wall of chaos. The room is a racket of shouting and laughter, the air thick with the chemical tang of deodorant being sprayed everywhere. A can sails past Demir’s head, narrowly missing him, and clatters to the floor.  

In one corner, two drones are wrestling over a pair of sneakers, while in another, someone is casually munching on a battery bar, completely unfazed by the madness. 

“Every single time,” Rian mutters, his tone flat as he surveys the mayhem.  

“Let’s just get this over with,” Demir says, shaking his head.  

The trio weaves through the chaos, finding a free peg to stash their bags. Grabbing their PE uniforms—plain black shirts and shorts—they change quickly, keeping their heads down to avoid getting dragged into the insanity around them. The shouts and clatter seem to grow louder as they work, and Neyan glances nervously at a deodorant can that explodes against the wall nearby.  

“Okay, I’m officially done with this place,” Rian mutters, yanking his shirt over his head.  

As soon as they’re dressed, the three make a break for the door, slipping out into the hallway and leaving the madness behind. They lean against the cold, metallic wall, exchanging relieved glances.  

“Why is it always like that in there?” Neyan asks, adjusting his shirt.  

“Some mysteries aren’t meant to be solved,” Rian replies dryly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.  

The hallway is quiet compared to the chaos of the changing room, and the trio takes a moment to compose themselves while they wait for the PE teacher to arrive. Demir glances back toward the door, shaking his head with a faint smile.  

“At least we survived,” he says.  

“Barely,” Rian adds, smirking.

The PE teacher arrives, clipboard in hand, looking around the empty hallway before fixing his gaze on the trio. “Where is everyone?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.  

Demir shrugs and replies with a smirk, “They’re in the changing room… staging World War 55.”  

The teacher sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Of course they are,” he mutters, before marching into the changing room, his footsteps heavy with frustration. A moment later, his voice booms from inside, barking orders and giving the chaos-bound drones a piece of his mind.  

Rian watches the door, leaning against the wall with his usual lazy posture. “Honestly, he should do that every day. They’re all gits,” he says tiredly, his tone flat but laced with mild annoyance.  

Demir and Neyan exchange a glance and nod in agreement. “You’re not wrong,” Demir says, crossing his arms as they wait.  

After a few minutes, the shouting dies down, and the rest of the class begins to filter out of the changing room, looking somewhat subdued under the teacher’s glare. The group then heads as a class to the sports hall, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the corridors.  

When they arrive, the hall has been transformed into a makeshift football pitch, complete with cones marking the boundaries and a stack of footballs waiting near the corner. The air is slightly colder in the spacious hall, and the faint smell of rubber from the floor mingles with the distant hum of the dome’s ventilation systems.  

“Well,” Rian mutters as they step onto the pitch, “at least it’s better than dodgeball.”  

Demir chuckles lightly. “Barely.”  

The PE teacher blows his whistle, splitting the class into two teams. He quickly assigns players to ensure "balanced" teams, though it’s clear that one group has a definite advantage. Demir, Rian, Neyan, and eight other students—some with less experience and a few still new to the sport—are grouped together. Their opponents are the “egotistical” people: athletic, confident, and already known for dominating PE games. 

Despite the uneven division, Demir, Neyan, and Rian exchange determined looks. They know the popular kids are used to winning, but they’re not going to back down. They’ve faced worse odds before.  

Rian leans toward Demir and grins. “Doesn’t matter who we’re up against. We’ll crush them.”  

Neyan, his expression focused, adds, “They may have the numbers, but we have the drive.”  

Demir nods, his red eyes flashing with quiet determination. “We’ve got this. No way we’re letting them walk all over us.”  

As they take their positions on the field, the “popular” kids—if you can even call them that because everyone hates them secretly, swagger onto the pitch, their smug grins wide and their confidence almost noticeable. But Demir, Rian, and Neyan don’t flinch. They know this game isn’t just about skill—it’s about willpower, teamwork, and proving that no matter the odds, they won’t give up without a fight.  

The whistle blows again, and the game begins, each side quickly settling into their strategies. The “popular” kids charge forward with the ease of those used to leading, but Demir, Rian, and Neyan aren’t backing down. They have something to prove, and they’re determined to show that underestimating them is a mistake.

The whistle blows, signaling the kick-off. Demir starts with the ball at his feet, his eyes scanning the field as he quickly passes it to Neyan. Without hesitation, Demir sprints down the pitch, his mind already calculating the next move. Neyan, showing his usual agility, sends a sharp pass to a random worker drone on their team, who quickly relays it back to Demir.  

But just as Demir prepares for his shot, the ball is kicked a bit too high. It sails over his head, narrowly missing his reach, and lands just outside the field. The ball is now out of bounds, and the popular kids take possession.  

Demir doesn’t waste time. He’s already focused, watching the throw-in with intense concentration. He quickly identifies who’s about to receive the ball, and positions himself perfectly to block their pass.  

He was right. The throw-in comes straight toward his marked player, and in a split second, Demir leaps into the air, timing his jump perfectly. With a clean header, he redirects the ball mid-air, sending it flying toward the goal. Without hesitation, Demir shoots. The ball rockets toward the net and sails past the keeper, hitting the back of the goal with a satisfying thud.  

As the crowd of students cheers, Demir can’t help but smirk, his confidence surging. He pumps his fist in the air and yells, “TAKE THAT!” his voice echoing through the sports hall. The popular kids stare in disbelief, clearly caught off guard by the swift move. Demir’s team cheers him on, the odds no longer seeming as stacked against them.

Owen, the best player on the “popular” kids' team, steps toward Demir with a swagger in his step, his jaw clenched in frustration. His eyes narrow as he glares at Demir, clearly not pleased with the unexpected turn of events. With a sneer, he spits out, “Just because you scored a lucky goal doesn’t mean you’ll beat us, you faulty looking cpu.” His voice is thick with arrogance, dripping with mockery.

Demir stands his ground, his expression calm but filled with quiet confidence. He doesn’t flinch or show any sign of fear. His red eyes flash as he locks eyes with Owen, a grin spreading across his face. “Oh yeah?! You sure about that? Because you look like an insufferable idiot who can’t even score a goal to save their life.” he shoots back, his voice full of bite. The words come out with a playful but sharp edge, cutting through Owen’s cocky exterior.

Owen’s face turns a shade darker, his anger clear as his fists ball up and for a moment, it looks like he might lunge at Demir. His digital eyes burn with fury, and the tension between the two is thick enough to feel in the air.

But Demir stands taller, unfazed, his grin never wavering. He knows he’s riled Owen up, and it’s only fueling his confidence. Around them, the game seems to momentarily pause, the other players eyeing the two with a mix of curiosity and unease. 

“Let’s see if you can back up those words on the field,” Owen growls, his voice low and dangerous, before turning to march back to his team. His anger isn’t fully gone, but he knows he’ll take it out in the game. Demir’s smirk remains, and he knows he’s just made this match even more personal.

The whistle blows, signaling the start of another kick off, and Owen takes immediate control of the ball. He moves forward with confidence, eyes set on the goal. Demir, determined to stop him, charges in for a slide tackle, but Owen anticipates it perfectly, sidestepping and passing the ball smoothly to his teammate, Jackson.  

Jackson takes possession and begins dribbling with impressive skill, performing step-overs and quick shifts to maintain control as he weaves through defenders. With fluid movements, he makes his way down the pitch, his focus sharp as he passes to Caelan.  

Caelan doesn’t hesitate—he sets himself up for a bicycle kick, launching the ball toward the goal in a powerful arc. Just as it seems like a surefire score, Demir reacts quickly, positioning himself in front of the goal and making a crucial block. The ball ricochets off his foot and lands at the feet of one of his teammates, a solid dribbler who quickly gains possession and starts pushing forward.  

Without wasting any time, the ball is passed to Demir, who spots Neyan further down the pitch. With a precise pass, Demir sends the ball flying to Neyan’s feet. Neyan doesn’t think twice—he takes the shot, aiming for the center of the goal. The ball speeds toward the net and, with a satisfying thud, hits the back of the goal.  

Neyan jumps up, arms raised in victory. “YEAHHHH!!!!!” he yells, his voice echoing through the empty sports hall, his smile wide with triumph. Demir, Rian, and the rest of the team break into grins, exchanging high-fives as they celebrate the hard-earned goal.

The whistle blows for the kick-off, and Owen takes possession of the ball again, his face a mask of frustration and determination. His earlier confidence has turned into pure anger as he charges down the pitch, his feet moving faster than ever. The speed at which he dribbles is unmatched, his movements sharp and calculated as he pushes the ball forward with intense focus.  

Demir, Rian, and Neyan scramble to intercept, but Owen is relentless. He maneuvers past them with ease, his frustration now fueling his every move. He gets closer to the goal, and with one last burst of energy, he takes the shot.  

The ball rockets toward the net with blistering speed, and despite the efforts of Demir and his teammates to block it, it hits the back of the net with a resounding thud. Owen doesn’t celebrate—his anger still simmering beneath the surface—but his eyes lock onto Demir, silently challenging him.  

The game is far from over, and Owen is determined to make them pay for every point.

But to everyone’s shock, Rian is grinning. “Oh man! This is exciting! Seeing all these special moves!” He says excitedly which is absolutely shocking—the lazy guy, being excited.

The whistle blows for the kick-off, and Demir swiftly takes possession of the ball. His movements are precise and calculated, his eyes scanning the field as he dribbles with manoeuvre, narrowly beating the opposing players in one-on-one situations. Each step is measured, each move deliberate, as he weaves through defenders with a mix of speed and control.  

As Demir approaches the edge of the penalty area, he spots Rian making a run and passes the ball to him with perfect timing. Rian takes the shot without hesitation, his legs burning with effort as he aims for the goal. But just as it seems like it’s going in, the ball makes a resounding THUD! against the post, ricocheting away from the goal.  

Rian stands there for a moment, panting heavily, his frustration written all over his face. He’s clearly exhausted, but the missed opportunity only deepens his frustration. His tired eyes flick toward the goal, wishing for a better outcome, but he quickly regains his composure, shaking off the disappointment and gearing up for the next play.

The goalie, a drone named Jack, walks slowly toward the ball, taking his time as he lines up the kick. With a powerful swing of his leg, he launches the ball high down the pitch.  

Demir watches it soar through the air, his eyes tracking its trajectory with laser focus. As the ball approaches, he times his jump perfectly, leaping a remarkable 70 centimeters into the air. While still airborne, he skillfully redirects the ball with a precise touch, sending it to Rian.  

Rian controls the ball with ease and quickly passes it to Neyan. The trio spring into action, executing a flawless triangle passing technique that leaves the opposing team scrambling to keep up. Their movements are synchronized and efficient, driving the ball down the field with speed and precision.  

As they near the goal, Rian seizes the moment. With a burst of energy, he performs a powerful backheel shot that sends the ball rocketing past the goalie and into the net. The goal is unstoppable, and the sound of the ball hitting the net reverberates through the sports hall.  

Rian pumps his fist into the air, his face alight with triumph as he celebrates the hard-earned point. Meanwhile, Owen, standing on the other side of the pitch, looks furious. His face deforms with anger, and his glare at the trio is so intense it’s as if he could tear them apart on the spot. Demir, Neyan, and Rian exchange knowing grins, their teamwork proving that determination and strategy can overcome raw arrogance.

The PE teacher, stunned by the display of skill, blows his whistle sharply. “Alright, that’s it! PE is over!” he announces, still processing what he just witnessed.

Demir, Rian, Neyan, and their entire team burst into cheers, their victory filling them with pride and excitement. High-fives and fist bumps are exchanged, and for a moment, the energy is electric as they revel in their well-earned win. Meanwhile, the opposing team stands in brooding silence, their frustration written across their faces. Owen, in particular, glares daggers at the trio, his fists clenched in barely-contained rage.  

As the celebrations wind down, Demir, Neyan, and Rian make their way toward the PE changing rooms, their energy slightly drained but their spirits high. However, the moment they push open the door, they’re met with a scene of pure chaos. The room is a warzone—shouts and laughter fill the air, deodorant cans are being thrown like missiles, and someone has managed to break a roof tile, leaving a gaping hole overhead with bits of debris scattered on the floor.  

“Not again,” Neyan mutters under his breath, exchanging a weary glance with Demir and Rian.  

Without hesitation, the trio spring into action, changing back into their regular clothes at lightning speed, their hands moving so fast it’s almost a blur. Every second spent in the pandemonium feels like an eternity. By the time they finish, they’re practically bolting for the door, sprinting out of the changing room as if their lives depended on it.  

As they reach the hallway, Rian shakes his head and mutters, “I’m never going back in there.”  

“Agreed,” Demir replies, still catching his breath. Neyan just laughs, shaking off the lingering tension as they head off to rejoin the rest of their day.

“We’ve got science next,” Demir says to Rian and Neyan as they walk down the hallway toward the science corridor, their footsteps echoing on the polished metal floors. The corridor is brightly lit with sleek overhead lights that cast a clean glow over the metallic walls. Along the sides, there are bulletin boards filled with student projects: colorful charts on chemical reactions, molecular diagrams, and detailed blueprints of mechanical inventions. The faint smell of disinfectant mixes with a more chemical odor—likely leftover from the labs—lingering in the air. The floors are smooth and reflective, giving the space a polished, almost sterile feel, while metal pipes and vents run along the ceiling, ensuring the airflow stays fresh in the large dome that contains the city. Every now and then, they pass small, locked display cases showing off scientific artifacts like old glass beakers, magnifying glasses, and strange mechanical devices.  

“Not too bad,” Rian responds, stretching his arms casually. His laid-back tone returns now that the adrenaline from PE has worn off.  

“Ooooh! I love science!” Neyan suddenly exclaims, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “It’s so fascinating! I love learning about how things work, like elements, energy, and reactions! I could spend all day in here!”  

Demir chuckles at Neyan’s excitement, shaking his head. “You don’t have to get that excited about science,” he teases with a grin.  

They finally reach the science classroom door. The room inside is as neat and precise as the corridor, with rows of stainless steel lab tables and bright overhead lights illuminating the space. Shelves line the walls, filled with glassware, beakers, and various science equipment. The front chalkboard is covered in a mix of equations and scientific diagrams, a reminder of the lessons about to begin. The room smells faintly of chemicals—sharp and tangy, a product of the experiments that have taken place earlier.  

The large room has no windows, the view outside blocked by the thick, protective layers of the dome that encases the city. Instead, the walls are adorned with screens showing digital diagrams and virtual experiments, which flicker with data and visuals. The temperature is controlled and consistent, maintaining the balance of the enclosed environment.  

As Demir, Rian, and Neyan step inside, they notice a few students already seated, setting up their lab stations and chatting quietly among themselves. Despite Neyan’s excited energy, Demir feels a sense of calm settle over him. The buzz of anticipation for the lesson ahead lingers in the air as they take their usual seats.

“Alright, class, settle down!” The voice of the science teacher rings out across the room, commanding immediate attention. She’s a tall woman, wearing a sharp black suit that contrasts with her long, sleek black hair, which is neatly tied back in a ponytail. A builder’s hat sits on her head, adding a touch of practicality to her otherwise professional look. Her eyes scan the class with a calm authority that instantly quiets the chatter.

The students slowly begin to settle, some still glancing at their friends with excitement, others shuffling in their seats, ready for the lesson to begin.  

“Today, we’ll be doing a practical,” she announces, her voice steady and clear. The moment the words leave her mouth, the classroom erupts in cheers and shouts of excitement, students exchanging grins and eager whispers. The energy in the room surges, with everyone practically bouncing in their seats at the thought of hands-on learning.  

“Alright, that’s ENOUGH!” The teacher’s tone sharpens, and in an instant, the jubilant atmosphere collapses into a tense silence. “If y’all don’t settle down, we’ll be doing written work instead!”  

A few moments pass in complete stillness. The students exchange uncertain glances before, within a blink of an eye, the entire class falls silent. Not a single sound remains, as if the air itself had been drained of its excitement.  

The teacher mutters, almost to herself, “Finally,” as she lets out a small, exasperated breath. She takes a step forward, adjusting her glasses with an air of quiet satisfaction.  

“Now,” she continues, her voice back to its controlled cadence. “Today, we will be conducting a pH scale test.” She gestures toward the large table in front of her, where various pieces of equipment have been neatly arranged. “The equipment you’ll need is as follows: universal indicator, a palette for mixing, hydrochloric acid, sodium hydroxide, and a beaker filled with water.” She pauses for a moment, allowing the words to sink in. “Remember, safety is important, so handle all chemicals carefully and follow the instructions to the letter. We don’t want any accidents, do we?”  

The class murmurs in agreement, and the teacher begins to pass out the necessary materials. As the students eagerly gather their supplies, there’s a sense of anticipation in the air, tempered by the teacher’s firm reminder that this isn’t a free-for-all. Demir, Rian, and Neyan exchange glances, ready to dive into the experiment with focused energy.

Demir, with a slight concentration, taps into the power of the Absolute Solver. His red eyes glow faintly as he uses his telekinetic abilities to gently lift the necessary equipment from the desk, guiding them toward him with precision. The class knows by now that Demir has this unusual talent, and though most of them have grown used to it, they can’t help but find it a bit strange. Some even whisper behind his back, calling him a freak, but Demir ignores them, his focus entirely on the task ahead.

He first grabs the palette, positioning it carefully in front of him. His telekinetic control is flawless, placing the palette with ease as if it’s an extension of his own hands. He then hovers the small vial of hydrochloric acid in front of him, releasing two perfectly measured drops into one of the holes of the palette. The acid lands with a faint splash, its sharp, colorless liquid reflecting the light overhead. Next, he moves on to the sodium hydroxide, his fingers barely twitching as he adds another two drops to the bordering hole. The vial of water is the next to float over, and Demir adds two drops of water into the third hole, the clear liquid settling into the space without a sound.

With a steady hand, Demir lifts the dropper of universal indicator, a liquid with a slight purple tint, and holds it above the palette. The whole class watches as he gently lets two drops fall into the first hole with hydrochloric acid. Instantly, the acid reacts, turning a bright, fiery orange. The color change is dramatic, signaling that the hydrochloric acid has a pH of 1. Demir doesn’t break his concentration as he moves on, this time adding the universal indicator to the sodium hydroxide. The moment the drops touch the liquid, it shifts to a deep, dark purple, confirming that sodium hydroxide has a pH of 14, highly alkaline.

Finally, Demir adds two drops of universal indicator to the water. The liquid changes to a calm, neutral green, indicating that the water has a pH of 7, perfectly balanced. Demir lets out a quiet breath, satisfied with his precise work. He sets down the droppers with a subtle gesture, and the equipment returns to their resting places with a gentle thud.

A few students glance over at him, some impressed by the fluidity of his movements, others still muttering under their breath about his telekinetic abilities. But Demir doesn’t let their opinions distract him. Science, to him, is about accuracy and results—and he’s accomplished both.

Demir strolls up to Rian and Neyan, shaking his head with a slight grin, clearly fed up with the chaotic atmosphere at school. The three of them have shared enough moments of frustration in this place to know exactly what the other is feeling. As they gather by the lockers, their voices low but filled with annoyance, they begin to vent about the latest issues—namely, how the majority of students at the academy are insufferable and selfish, treating the school like their personal playground.

“I swear, they should just lock up half of this school forever,” Demir mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes in disdain. His tone is dark but almost playful, as if mocking the ridiculousness of the whole situation. “Starting with Owen. Honestly, I reckon they should put him in a zoo.”

Rian and Neyan exchange amused glances, their brows raised in curiosity. Demir flashes a smirk, clearly enjoying the thought of making fun of the annoying "popular" students who think they run the school. With a dramatic flourish, he puts on a mask of exaggerated confusion, crossing his eyes and making a ridiculously blank expression, mimicking the way Owen looks whenever a teacher asks him a question. His voice goes higher in mockery, stammering as if trying to find a coherent thought.

"Like, 'Uhh... what do you mean, teacher? What’s a question?'" Demir says in a dopey, clueless voice. He waves his hands around ridiculously, as if trying to come up with an answer to something he clearly has no understanding of. 

Rian bursts out laughing, slapping his knee, while Neyan can’t help but chuckle at Demir’s impersonation, shaking his head in amusement. 

"Honestly, that’s spot on,” Rian says between fits of laughter, wiping a tear from his eye. 

Neyan nods in agreement, his smile wide. "Yeah, that idiot can barely string two thoughts together. He belongs in a zoo, for sure."

The three of them continue to laugh, their shared frustration with the school and its absurdities temporarily fading into a rare moment of lightheartedness. For just a moment, it feels like a break from the pressure and tension that has been building up inside them. But beneath the humor, there's an undeniable bitterness—because despite their laughter, the truth is clear: they're all getting more and more disillusioned with the world around them. The school, the people, the expectations—it all feels like it’s growing more suffocating by the day.

Suddenly, the door to the classroom swings open, and a male teacher steps in. He’s bald, his mustache thick and dark, giving him a slightly intimidating look, though his voice is surprisingly flat and sad. His eyes scan the room before landing on the students, and he speaks in a tone that feels almost rehearsed.

“Is there a Demir Akbar in here? I need to speak with him,” he asks, his voice carrying an unusual weight of urgency.

The science teacher, seemingly unfazed, glances over toward Demir and casually points in his direction. “Oh, yeah, he’s right there,” she says, as though it's just another routine request.

Demir, still seated, wears a mask of confusion. His brow furrows slightly as he looks at the teacher, his red eyes scanning the room. What did i do wrong? he wonders, feeling a slight unease twist in his stomach. Had he forgotten something? Or was it something else entirely? The thought lingers in his mind, making him even more anxious as he waits for what’s next.

”Come with me.” The male teacher says with a hand gesture for Demir to come.

Demir follows the teacher down the dimly lit hallway, each step feeling heavier than the last. The walls seem to close in on him as they reach a small, stark office. The door creaks open, revealing a sparse room furnished with a metal desk, a few chairs, and a small, unadorned window. The teacher gestures toward one of the chairs.

“Sit down, Demir,” the teacher says, his voice low and hesitant.

Demir’s heart pounds in his chest as he slowly lowers himself into the chair, his thoughts racing. “Am I in trouble?” he asks, the words slipping out before he can stop them. His voice is barely above a whisper, thick with uncertainty.

“No, you're not in trouble,” the teacher replies, his voice almost monotone, yet with a slight crack of discomfort. He pauses for a moment, glancing away as if searching for the right words. When he speaks again, his tone is heavy. “I… I don’t know how to tell you this, but… your parents…” His voice falters for a second before he continues, “They’ve been killed. By the notorious—most powerful murder drone ever, Serial Designation K.”

The world goes silent. Demir’s heart stops. His breath catches in his throat, and his chest tightens painfully. His mouth opens, but no sound escapes. Shock freezes him in place, his mind struggling to comprehend what he's just heard. The words feel like a blow to the gut, the weight of them pushing down on him. It feels like the floor has disappeared beneath his feet, and his world has shattered into pieces.

The teacher takes a slow, steadying breath before continuing, his words coming out in a soft, almost apologetic whisper. “Your father… he wanted you to have his fez. His will said that it should go to you.”

With trembling hands, the teacher reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out a red fez—the very one Demir had seen his father wear every day. The fabric is worn, the edges frayed from years of use, but it still carries a sense of familiarity and warmth. Demir takes the fez, his fingers shaking, as he feels the weight of his father’s final wish. 

He places the fez on his head, the physical weight of it pressing down, making his visor slightly fogged. He promises himself he will never take it off. Though Demir’s digital tear functions flicker and the faintest image of one appears on his visor, he can't wipe it away, unable to express the depth of his emotions. He chokes out a barely audible, “T-T-Thank you, sir.”

The teacher looks at him with sympathy. After a long pause, he says, “Demir, if you’d like, you can go to the wellbeing room for the rest of your lesson. It might help, just to have some time alone.”

Demir nods silently, not trusting himself to speak. He stands up, his movements slow and mechanical, like he's walking through molasses. Each step feels heavier than the last, and the hallway seems even darker now, the flickering lights casting long, oppressive shadows. Every step feels like he's sinking deeper into a pit of grief, but he's unsure of how to escape.

Why did this happen to him? Why did his parents have to be taken so violently, so suddenly? Anger surges within him, but it's quickly swallowed by an overwhelming sadness. He feels lost—like he's missing a part of himself, and he doesn't know how to find it.

When Demir reaches the wellbeing room, he hesitates before opening the door. Inside, three other students are there, sitting quietly at their desks, each one lost in their own thoughts. They don’t look up as Demir enters. He walks to an empty desk at the back of the room and sits down heavily. His fist clenches against the surface of the desk, the weight of everything pressing down on him.

His visor flickers as the digital tear function activates again, but there’s nothing he can do to stop it. The tears are there, though he can't wipe them away. He stares blankly at the desk, trying to push the grief back, but it's too much. He can’t keep the flood of emotions inside anymore. 

Demir cries silently, the sorrow overwhelming him as he sits there in the silence of the room, a digital tear slipping down his visor with no way to hide it.

After what felt like an eternity, the lesson bell finally rings, snapping Demir from his thoughts. The sudden sound makes him flinch, but he quickly wipes away the digital tear on his visor. His face falls back into a monotone expression, and he stands up, pushing away from the desk as the weight of everything still lingers inside him. His steps feel robotic as he walks to the cafeteria, his mind too heavy for anything but the dull, hollow feeling that's settled deep inside him.

As he enters the cafeteria, Rian and Neyan, always the energetic duo, run up to him. “Hey!!” Neyan calls out, his face lit up with the usual enthusiasm. 

“Did you get in trouble?” Rian asks with a tired grin. “A detention? If it is, I’d feel bad for you—detentions are such a hassle.”

Demir barely responds, his voice low and emotionless. “No, I’m not in trouble.”

Neyan raises an eyebrow, noticing how different Demir is acting. “Demir, what's wrong?”

“It’s nothing. Really,” Demir quickly replies, his tone too sharp, as though pushing them away.

But Neyan isn’t convinced. “I know something’s wrong. You can tell us. We’re your friends.”

Demir hesitates, his fingers tightening around the tray in his hands. His mind races with words he’s not ready to say out loud, but the pressure inside him is too much. He takes a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper. “Fine… M-M-My mum and dad were killed by a murder drone named K. They got in through the ventilation system…”

Before he can finish, Rian suddenly steps forward and pulls him into a tight hug. The contact catches Demir off guard, but he doesn’t push Rian away. The warmth from his friend makes something inside him crack open. 

“I-I feel so sorry for you,” Rian says, his voice full of genuine sympathy.

And that’s it—the dam breaks. Demir’s composure shatters as he breaks down in Rian’s arms, silent sobs shaking his body. His vision blurs, but he can’t stop the digital tears from slipping down his visor, the sorrow too overwhelming to contain any longer. Rian just holds him tighter, offering him what little comfort he can in that moment.

A Drone’s grief…

Chapter Text

The artificial sun cast its muted glow across the dome city, illuminating the busy streets below. Worker drones hurried about, some stopping at market stalls or conversing with acquaintances. Among them strode Demir Akbar, his piercing cold red digital eyes that lost emotion, lost it's life—lost it's spark, scanning the path ahead with calculated indifference. The red fez atop his head, a keepsake from his late father, was now as much a part of him as the cold, unyielding persona he had adopted over the past two years.

Gone was the lighthearted boy who once found joy in the simple moments. Now, his every step manifested an air of detached confidence, his messy brown hair tousled by the slight breeze from passing drones. His black winter boots thudded against the pavement as he made his way toward Solaris Drone Academy, a familiar routine that had long since lost any sense of excitement.

“Morning, Demir!” called a cheerful shopkeeper, a drone who knew him from years past. The friendly greeting hung in the air, but Demir didn’t even glance their way. The worker drone's smile faltered as Demir passed without a word, his focus locked ahead. He had no time for pleasantries, nor any desire to entertain them.

As he neared the school gates, the familiar voices of Neyan and Rian broke through the ambient noise. Neyan, ever the optimist, waved eagerly.

“Hey, Demir!” Neyan called out, his grin wide.

Rian, less energetic but equally loyal, raised an eyebrow at Demir’s brisk approach. “Late again?” he asked, his tone dry.

Demir shot them both a sharp glance, his words clipped and direct. “Does it matter? I’ll ace whatever they throw at me, like always.”

The confidence in his voice bordered on arrogance, but neither Neyan nor Rian challenged it. They knew better than to question the new Demir—the one who never faltered, never doubted himself, and never let anyone see beneath the surface.

The trio walked through the gates, their steps echoing on the polished metal walkway leading into the school. The hum of morning activity grew louder, yet Demir remained unfazed. He had a mission, one far greater than the mundane routines of school life. It was only a matter of time before the world knew it too.

The trio entered Solaris Drone Academy, now in Year 11, their footsteps echoing in the large hall as they made their way to the cafeteria. The hustle and bustle of students grabbing trays and chatting in the long lines of food stations faded into the background as they cut through the crowd. Their usual spot by the back window was open, offering a view of the city beyond the dome. It was their place—the one where they could speak freely, away from prying eyes.

As they settled into their seats, the familiar hum of the cafeteria seemed distant, even though it was alive with the typical school energy. Rian slouched down into the seat opposite Demir and Neyan, his posture as relaxed as ever. His eyes half-lidded, he was already mentally tuning out the world around him. “Just get everyone from Solaris Drone Academy outta here,” Rian muttered, his voice flat and indifferent. “This place is a joke. We need to get away from all this.”

Neyan, always the more hopeful of the three, looked around the cafeteria with a thoughtful expression, tapping his fingers against the table. “Or we could make other domes. Build new ones, bigger, better. Somewhere we could actually make a difference, you know? Maybe start fresh, create something that works.”

Demir, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed and his red eyes focused, listened to their ideas. But in the end, he couldn’t let himself get caught up in daydreams like they did. His thoughts were always darker now, more concrete, sharper. “Or we could just destroy those pests known as murder drones,” he said coldly, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

Neyan blinked, caught off guard by Demir’s directness, but his curiosity won out. “How do you plan on doing that?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as he looked at Demir with a mix of intrigue and disbelief. He knew Demir had changed, but the idea of actually confronting the murder drones head-on was something Neyan had never seriously considered.

Demir’s eyes narrowed as he looked out the window, his face unreadable. “I have this Absolute Solver thing or whatever it’s called,” he said, his voice low but steady, carrying a cold edge. “It gives me abilities like telekinesis, regeneration, and even the power to create small black holes. I’ll just kill all of them using my power.”

For a moment, there was silence at the table. Rian gave a small, almost bored, chuckle, his eyes still half-closed, but there was a slight edge of amusement in his voice. “You make it sound so easy. But how are you going to get them all in one place? You can’t just drag them to you.”

Demir’s expression remained unchanged, the usual confidence in his tone replaced with something darker. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll make it happen. They’ve been causing destruction for far too long. I’m done waiting for someone else to fix it.” His gaze hardened as he looked at Rian, then Neyan. “No one is going to stand in my way.”

Neyan’s smile faltered for a moment, and he glanced over at Rian, who gave a shrug. The air around them felt heavier now, the weight of Demir’s words sinking in. The notion of destroying all the murder drones wasn’t just a bold statement—it was a commitment, one that would shape the course of their lives in ways they couldn’t fully predict.

The table grew quiet as each of them considered the implications of Demir’s plan. The idea of taking matters into their own hands, of challenging a force that had already torn their world apart, was both thrilling and terrifying. But Demir didn’t seem to care about the risks anymore. He had a goal, and nothing—no one—was going to stop him from achieving it.

Neyan finally broke the silence, his voice quieter now, tinged with uncertainty. “You’re really going to do it, huh?”

Demir’s smirk returned, though it was colder than it used to be. “I don’t have a choice anymore. This is the only way.”

Rian didn’t respond. He simply stared at Demir for a long moment before leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed, a quiet thoughtfulness settling over him. They all knew this was the point of no return. Whatever Demir’s plan was, they would be right there with him, whether they were ready for it or not.

The rest of the cafeteria continued as usual, oblivious to the decisions being made at their corner table. But for Demir, Rian, and Neyan, this was the beginning of something bigger. A change was coming, and it would cost them more than they could ever imagine.

After Demir spoke, a strange feeling churned in his stomach, like a dark weight pressing down on him. His words hung in the air, but something inside him didn't feel right. It wasn't the thrill of confidence he'd grown accustomed to—it was a sickening discomfort, one he couldn’t quite shake off. The ambition to destroy the murder drones still burned within him, but now, something else gnawed at his insides. 

"Ill be back," Demir muttered quickly, not looking at either Rian or Neyan. "I'm going to the toilets."

Without waiting for a response, he shot up from the table, his hands gripping the sides of the chair as he pushed it back forcefully. The cafeteria was bustling with students, talking, laughing, and moving in every direction, but Demir didn’t slow down. He felt a strange urgency coursing through him, his footsteps echoing in the crowded hallways. 

As he sprinted, students barely had time to react before he shoved past them, his body cutting through the crowd like a blade. They barely noticed him, too busy with their own conversations, but to Demir, every collision felt like a reminder that he was different now. That he didn’t belong in this space anymore. Not that he cared—his destination was clear.

He rounded the corner, the restroom sign in view. The hallway felt too small, the walls too close, and Demir’s breath came quicker, more ragged. He pushed the door open with more force than necessary, and as soon as he stepped inside, he let out a shaky breath, the air feeling oddly stale. 

It was quiet in the bathroom, a stark contrast to the chaos of the school outside. Demir leaned against the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. The fluorescent lights above flickered, casting a cold, harsh light across his features. His face was unreadable, but his hands trembled slightly. 

"Get it together," he muttered to himself, gritting his teeth as he wiped his palms on his pants. He needed to focus, but the gnawing feeling inside wouldn’t go away. Maybe it was the realization of what he was willing to do, or maybe it was the weight of the world finally catching up with him. Whatever it was, he couldn’t ignore it. Not anymore.

After a moment of silence, Demir took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and steadied himself. He had made his decision. There was no turning back now.

Demir stood frozen in front of the cracked bathroom mirror, his reflection flickering under the harsh fluorescent lights. His chest still felt tight, like something was gnawing at him from the inside. His gaze dropped to his face as he wiped his hand across it, still trying to shake the unease that had gripped him. 

As he glanced back up, his breath caught in his throat. Something was wrong.

In the reflection, his right eye—normally just a blank, lifeless digital red eye—was now replaced with the three-arrowed symbol of the Absolute Solver. The symbol pulsed in a dark, unnatural way, as if it were alive, its edges shimmering in the dim light. Demir’s hand went to his face instinctively, his fingers trembling.

"What... the hell?" he thought to himself, staring at his own reflection in disbelief. The arrows were sharp, pointing in different directions, symbolizing the Solver's cold, overwhelming power. It shouldn't be there.

Panicked, he reached up and pressed his hand against the symbol. As soon as his fingers touched it, the pulsing symbol seemed to shimmer and warp, but before he could comprehend it further, the entire mirror cracked with a loud crack, shattering in an instant. Glass splintered across the sink, a sharp, disorienting sound that echoed through the bathroom.

Demir stumbled back, heart racing. His chest tightened, and for a brief moment, he felt completely disoriented. What was happening to him? What had he just seen? 

His hand shot to his eye again, desperately trying to cover it, and as he did, the symbol faded back into the normal reflection. The once-strange, eerie sigil was gone, replaced by the usual blank digital visor. His breathing slowed, though the unease remained.

"Stop it," Demir muttered under his breath, his fingers shaking slightly as he lowered his hand.

Everything was normal again—or at least, it seemed like it. But that strange, heavy feeling in his chest refused to go away.

After a moment of standing still, his unease deepening, Demir pulled his hand away from his face. The reflection in the mirror appeared unchanged, but the sensation lingered. He didn’t know what was happening, but he knew one thing: things were changing, and he wasn’t sure he could control it.

Shaking off the thoughts, Demir hurriedly left the bathroom, walking briskly down the busy hallway. His eyes remained locked ahead, not wanting to meet anyone’s gaze, not caring about anything other than the need to escape this odd, unfamiliar feeling. 

Without slowing down, he quickly made his way back to the cafeteria. He needed to be around something familiar—anything that would help him forget the strange symbol in his reflection. But even as he tried to push it away, he couldn’t shake the nagging thought that the Absolute Solver was starting to take over more than he could handle.

The sharp ring of the lesson bell reverberated through the sprawling halls of Solaris Drone Academy, signalling the start of form time. Students hurried through the crowded corridors, voices mingling with the clatter of mechanical footsteps. The atmosphere was a chaotic blend of energy and purpose, with drones rushing to their next class or stopping to chat with friends.

Demir moved through the throng with a focused intensity, his gaze forward, his body moving with purpose. The other students around him didn’t dare to slow him down, giving him wide berth as he pushed through the crowd. His red visor flickered as he glanced at them, but he paid them no attention. There was no point in engaging—he had other things on his mind. His cold demeanor, his utter indifference to everything around him, made it clear that he didn’t care for the chaos of their noisy world.

As he continued down the hallway, he could feel the weight of the stares on his back. Some whispered, some glanced at him with either curiosity or disdain. But Demir had grown used to it. He didn’t need their approval. What did their opinions matter anyway?

Finally, he reached the door of his form room. The sound of chatter and the rustling of papers drifted from inside. The form teacher—a short, stout drone with a bright yellow builder's hat—was stationed by the entrance, welcoming students with a smile that seemed to be permanently etched on his face. He greeted Demir in the same polite manner he greeted everyone else.

"Good morning, Demir," the teacher said with a polite nod.

Demir barely responded, offering only a brief, curt nod as he entered the classroom. The hum of casual conversation filled the air, and the atmosphere in the room was more relaxed than the hallway outside. Students were scattered across the desks in their usual spots, some engaged in idle chatter, others already buried in their work.

His eyes quickly scanned the room, finding the familiar faces of Rian and Neyan in their usual corner, seated at the back of the room. Rian, with his usual laid-back demeanor, was leaning casually against his desk, his arms folded, his eyes half-lidded as if the world had little to offer him. Neyan, on the other hand, was as energetic as ever, scribbling something in a notebook with quick, determined strokes, a slight smile playing on his face as he worked.

When they saw him, both Rian and Neyan waved. Neyan’s wave was enthusiastic, almost too cheerful, while Rian’s was a more casual two-finger salute, the kind that spoke more of indifference than anything else. Demir didn’t smile, but the faintest flicker of recognition passed through him as he approached their corner.

"Hey, Demir!" Neyan called out, his voice bright as ever.

Demir took his usual seat beside them, the weight of the room around him not quite matching the ease he felt in the presence of his friends. His red visor, normally a cold and impassive shield, softened ever so slightly. He didn’t let his guard down, not fully, but there was a sense of familiarity in this space, a momentary respite from the world outside.

Rian leaned back in his chair, resting one arm across his stomach. "What’s up?" he asked, not looking up from the table.

Demir glanced at both of them. It was strange, in a way, how little had changed in the two years since his parents’ death. Their friendship was one of the few constants he had left, the only thing in his life that didn’t feel like it was slipping through his fingers. For a brief moment, he let himself appreciate the quiet solidarity of their presence.

But that feeling was fleeting. The class bell rang, and the form teacher began to speak, pulling Demir from his thoughts. He focused on the day ahead, the rhythm of school carrying him forward. There was no time to dwell on past events, not here. Not now.

The rest of the class continued, a mixture of noise and routine, but Demir remained detached, his mind always on something deeper, something darker. But for now, he was here, in this moment with his friends, and that was all that mattered.

“So, have you heard about the attack on the dome last night?” Rian asked, his tone low and cautious as he leaned closer to Demir.  

Demir raised an eyebrow, his cold, steady voice cutting through the buzz of the cafeteria. “No. What happened?”  

Rian folded his arms, his usual nonchalant demeanor replaced with a hint of unease. “A murder drone named S and their squad launched an attack. It was bad—real bad. A couple of districts were hit hard.”  

Neyan, sitting across from them, nodded and leaned forward, his voice quieter but tinged with urgency. “The council’s under a ton of pressure. They’ve barely managed to keep things under control. People are scared, and honestly, I don’t blame them.”  

Demir’s red visor flickered faintly as he absorbed the information, his expression impassive, but his mind already racing. The thought of murder drones freely attacking the dome stirred something deep within him—a simmering anger he kept tightly bottled up.  

“What’s their plan?” Demir asked flatly, his tone cold as ice.  

“Plan?” Rian scoffed, shaking his head. “You know the council. They’ll talk big, maybe throw out some new regulations or increase patrols, but it’s just a show. Nothing they do ever works.”  

“Typical,” Demir muttered, leaning back in his chair. His gaze drifted to the cafeteria windows, where the artificial lights of the dome flickered faintly in the distance. His fist clenched under the table, a small but telling gesture.  

“Demir,” Neyan said carefully, catching the shift in his friend's posture, “we’re all worried, but don’t do anything reckless, okay?”  

Demir didn’t respond right away, his silence speaking louder than any words could. His mind was already elsewhere, calculating, planning. This attack wasn’t just another headline or an inconvenience—it was personal. And sooner or later, he knew he’d have to confront it head-on.  

Rian nodded. “And there’s been talk among worker drones about leaving the dome altogether. Some are thinking about moving to Khan Doorman’s colony.”

“Khan Doorman?” Demir tilted his head slightly. 

“Yeah, he’s the leader of a smaller colony outside the dome, miles away. Apparently, it’s more isolated and harder for murder drones to breach,” Neyan explained. 

“Smaller colony, huh?” Demir muttered, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Sounds like an open buffet for those things.”

Neyan shook his head. “Maybe, but some drones think it’s worth the risk. They’re fed up with the council’s inability to protect us.”

Demir crossed his arms, his jaw tightening. “Cowards,” he muttered under his breath. “Running isn’t the solution. We should be focusing on exterminating those pests, not finding new holes to hide in.”

The trio sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the recent attack and their grim reality settling over them like a storm cloud.

“But isn’t Khan more of a wuss than the dome?” Demir asked sharply, his voice laced with scorn as he crossed his arms. “I mean, seriously, I heard they just hole up behind three layers of doors and call that a colony. Meanwhile, we’ve got a full-on worker drone army—80,000 soldiers, all equipped with cutting-edge tech and ready for action. Compare that to some rickety outpost? Please.”  

“True,” Rian muttered from his seat, his usual monotone edged with a hint of skepticism. “But let’s be real. Why would anyone actually go through all that hassle? Ugh, just thinking about packing and moving stresses me out.” He groaned, dropping his head onto the desk like the mere idea had drained what little energy he had.  

Neyan leaned forward, his voice breaking the momentary lull. “I get why people might be scared, though,” he said, a flicker of unease crossing his face. “A murder drone attack is terrifying. But yeah, I’d rather stay here than gamble on Khan’s colony. The dome might have its flaws, but it’s way safer than relying on whatever makeshift security they’ve got over there.”  

Demir’s smirk was faint, but the icy confidence in his eyes made it clear he agreed. “Exactly,” he said flatly, his tone making it sound like an undeniable truth. “Running away to a weaker colony isn’t survival; it’s cowardice. If we’re going to fight back, this is the place to do it.”  

For a moment, the trio sat in a contemplative silence, the hum of the bustling hallways outside faintly echoing through the classroom. The reality of their situation lingered between them: drones abandoning the dome wasn’t just idle talk; it was a growing movement born out of fear.  

Demir’s expression hardened as he stared out the window. Fear wasn’t something he allowed himself to feel anymore. If others wanted to run to Khan’s colony, let them. But he was determined to stay and confront the murder drone threat head-on. Fear, in his eyes, was weakness—and weakness wasn’t an option.  

The sudden shrill sound of the lesson bell pierced the air, signaling the end of the break and the beginning of the first class of the day. The trio immediately began to pack their things, shoving their conversation to the side as they grabbed their bags. The usual weight of indifference hung in the air, but today was different. History class was always one they looked forward to, especially because of the topic they were studying—worker drones, murder drones, and the human history that tied everything together. Even Demir, whose demeanor was usually cold and aloof, felt a flicker of anticipation.

“Let’s get to it,” Demir said as he slung his bag over his shoulder. His tone was slightly sharper than usual, but there was an underlying excitement—rare for him.

The trio exited the classroom, walking down the bustling hallway. The usual mix of voices filled the space as students chatted and rushed to their next classes, but Demir, Rian, and Neyan made their way to the highest level of Solaris Drone Academy. The air felt different here, quieter and more serious, a stark contrast to the energetic chatter that filled the lower levels. They passed the brightly lit classrooms and narrow corridors, all leading them up to Room 305—the history classroom.

As they approached the door, Demir’s hand hovered for a moment over the handle, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of the classroom. He wasn’t sure why, but something about this lesson felt more significant than others. He glanced over at Rian and Neyan, who both appeared excited but in different ways—Rian was leaning back, arms crossed, as if to mock his own excitement, while Neyan bounced on his feet, practically vibrating with energy.

They stepped inside, greeted immediately by the familiar sight of their history teacher. Mr. Connors was a middle-aged man with messy, straight, dirty blonde hair that fell into his eyes in an almost intentional way. His scruffy mustache seemed to add to his unkempt but oddly approachable look. His relaxed posture and the way he leaned against the desk made it clear that he was the kind of teacher who didn’t need to be rigid. He had a calm authority, but more than that, he had the rare gift of making students feel comfortable without losing respect. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Demir, Rian and Neyan” Mr. Connors said with a grin, his voice light but genuine. His usual greeting was always filled with a certain warmth, as if he were meeting friends rather than students. “Take your seats, you know the drill.”

Demir, Rian, and Neyan made their way to the back of the classroom, sliding into their usual seats. The room was slightly dimmer than the others, with the cool light of the dome casting long shadows on the walls. The desks were arranged in a loose semicircle, allowing for a more open, discussion-based environment. A large screen at the front displayed the title of the lesson: "The Origins and Conflicts of Drones: Worker Drones, Murder Drones, and Humans."

“Alright, today’s lesson is all about the foundations of drone history,” Mr. Connors continued, pacing in front of the screen. “We’re going to talk about the origins of worker drones, how the murder drones came to be, and, yes, even a bit about the humans we’ve all heard so much about. I know some of you think this might be boring, but trust me—this is the kind of stuff that shapes the world we live in today.”

Demir’s eyes were locked on the screen, his mind already racing. He’d always found it strange how so many drones, like him, were so disconnected from their pasts. This history wasn’t just about the world; it was about their lives, about their very existence. Demir’s own upbringing had been built on training and survival. What had humans been like? How did the drones become what they were? What was the truth behind the murder drones that hunted them? All these questions swirled in his mind as Mr. Connors continued.

“Now, I know history can be dry sometimes,” Mr. Connors said with a chuckle, breaking Demir’s train of thought. “But today’s different. We’re going to dive into the origins of the genocide ongoing—the genocide between us, the worker drones, and those… other drones.” He made an exaggerated shudder, but the lightheartedness didn’t mask the deeper tension the word murder drones carried.

Neyan leaned over to Demir, his voice low but eager. “I swear, there’s some insane stuff in this lesson. I mean, we’re talking real history here.”

Demir nodded slightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah. Let’s just hope it’s not just all theoretical.”

Rian, still with his arms crossed, leaned back in his seat, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m just here for the facts, not some boring lecture. If there’s anything worth knowing, it’s the truth about those damn murder drones.”

Mr. Connors gave a knowing look at the trio before turning his attention back to the class. “Alright, let’s start with the basics. Worker drones—our ancestors, in a way. Built to serve, built to work. We didn’t ask for genocide, but we sure as hell didn’t back down from it.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. “And those murder drones… they were a whole different beast.”

Demir sat up straighter, suddenly more focused. This was the information he needed. He didn’t just want to know what happened. He wanted to understand why it happened. What was it that made the murder drones the terrifying force they were? What was their endgame?

Mr. Connors turned to the screen and began to explain, but for Demir, this wasn’t just another lesson. It was the key to understanding everything he had been feeling for the past two years—ever since his parents’ deaths. Why were drones like him created? And what had been the spark that led to all the violence?

As the class continued, Demir couldn’t shake the sense that this lesson, this history, was more than just a study of the past. It was the beginning of understanding his future.

“As you all know, the collapse of Copper-9’s core caused a catastrophic loss of human life,” Mr. Connors began, his voice even but laced with a gravity that immediately captured the class’s attention. “An estimate of 15 million humans died, and with their deaths came an opportunity for worker drones like us to finally break free from their control. For the first time, we had the chance to live on our own terms.”

The class hung on his every word, their expressions a mix of curiosity and solemnity as the teacher continued.

“However, that newfound freedom came at a high cost,” Mr. Connors added. “After the collapse, it is believed that the murder drones were created by J.C. Jenson—the same company that made us. But while we were designed to work, they were designed for something much darker.” 

The teacher paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle in. He clicked the button on his remote, and the screen flickered, shifting to the next slide. A chilling image filled the projector: a murder drone towering over a worker drone, its sharp claws tearing into the drone’s chest, the mechanical guts spilling out. The drone’s piercing yellow eyes glowed ominously as it wreaked havoc.

A collective groan rippled through the room as the class recoiled from the gruesome image. Some students shifted in their seats, others looked away, clearly unsettled. Demir, however, remained silent, his focus unwavering. The image was horrific, but he had seen such violence before. It felt like a reminder of a past that, though distant, would always linger. The war between worker drones and murder drones was not just history—it was their reality.

“The murder drones were sent by J.C. Jenson to stop us from obtaining the freedom we now enjoy,” Mr. Connors continued, his tone darker now. “They were created to hunt us down and eliminate the worker drones before we could ever escape the chains of servitude. The fear of a revolt, of a new order, was enough to send them on a mission of total destruction.”

There was a heavy silence in the classroom, everyone reflecting on the implications of the massacre depicted in front of them. Mr. Connors clicked again, and the slide changed to a more hopeful image: a strong, stern-looking worker drone wearing a blue coat and a builder’s hat, with a long, grey mustache and piercing white eyes. The caption read, "Khan Doorman – Leader of the First Colony."

“This is Khan Doorman,” Mr. Connors explained, his voice tinged with respect. “He was one of the first worker drones to survive the initial wave of the murder drones. After the destruction of the core, Khan Doorman led the survivors and built the first colony, a place where worker drones could start over. While many others followed suit and built their own colonies, Khan’s was the first and the largest at the time.”

The picture of Khan Doorman on the screen looked almost regal in its simplicity—a symbol of hope amidst the ashes. Despite his age, his expression was one of determination, a leader ready to protect and rebuild.

“The survivors of the massacre found solace in the colonies that followed,” Mr. Connors said, his voice softer. “They created new societies where they could escape the fear of murder drones and begin to rebuild their lives. Khan Doorman’s colony was the foundation of what would become a network of safe havens for worker drones across Copper-9.”

The slide shifted once more to show a map of the various colonies spread across the dome, each marked with distinct icons—each representing a place where worker drones had created a home. The map seemed almost alive with dots of activity, each colony a testament to the perseverance of their kind.

“And here we are,” Mr. Connors said, his voice taking on a more resolute tone. “The dome we live in is the largest of all the colonies, the most populated and the most advanced. But even here, the shadow of the murder drones lingers. Despite our numbers, we must never forget the price of our freedom. The war is over, but the threat still exists, and we must remain vigilant.”

Demir glanced around the room, his mind racing with the information. The story of Khan Doorman was one he had heard before, but never in such detail. He had always known that there were other colonies, smaller places of refuge for worker drones, but the idea that they were once part of a larger struggle felt more tangible now. He could almost see Khan Doorman standing tall, leading the charge for survival. It made him wonder about the other colonies, about the workers who had built them, and whether they still held onto that same spirit of defiance.

As Mr. Connors continued to explain the history of the dome, Demir couldn’t help but feel a weight in his chest—a mix of pride and resentment. The workers had been free, but at what cost? And how long would that freedom last before the past came knocking again?

His gaze wandered to the window, where the city of Copper-9 stretched out beneath the dome, a sprawling urban landscape that was both his home and a reminder of the fight that had once been waged. The safety of the dome seemed fragile, but it was all they had. And for now, it was enough. 

But how much longer would that be the case? The thought gnawed at him, even as he tried to focus on the lesson.

"Now, class, we have a little surprise," Mr. Connors said, his voice taking on an uncharacteristically enthusiastic edge as he set down the remote. He paused dramatically, allowing the students' curiosity to peak before delivering the news. "Khan Doorman himself, along with his daughter, will be visiting our school today. And their very first stop... is this lesson!"

The classroom erupted into chaos. Students cheered, gasped, and leaned across their desks, exchanging animated whispers. Some began pulling out their devices, already planning to snap pictures or prepare questions for the legendary figure. The energy in the room was electric, with the thought of meeting the founder of the first colony and his daughter sending waves of excitement through the group.

But not everyone shared the sentiment. Demir leaned back in his chair, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His red eyes glowed faintly, reflecting his disinterest as his face remained cold and unimpressed. Beside him, Rian let out a groan, slumping further in his seat as if the weight of the announcement had physically drained him.

"Great," Rian muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now I have to deal with this whole circus. Bet he’s gonna ask us questions too. Too much work."

Demir let out a low chuckle, his tone icy. "Yeah, because the guy who hides behind three doors and a tiny colony has so much wisdom to share," he said flatly, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. 

Neyan, sitting on the other side of Demir, nudged him playfully. "Oh, come on, guys," he said, smiling despite their negativity. "It’s Khan Doorman! The first colony founder! Don’t you think that’s at least a little impressive?"

Demir turned his head slowly to face Neyan, his expression unmoving. "Impressive? Sure, if you think sitting behind a wall while everyone else does the work is 'impressive.'"

Neyan’s smile faltered, but he gave a small shrug, not wanting to argue. "Well, I think it’s cool," he said softly, turning back to the front as the chatter around the room grew louder.

Meanwhile, Rian let out another sigh, his head now fully resting on his desk. "Can’t we just have a normal lesson? All this effort for some old guy to show up and tell us how great he is? Pass," he said tiredly, waving his hand dismissively.

The buzz of excitement around them only grew, with students already practicing their greetings or debating what they’d say to Khan and his daughter. Demir’s attention drifted to the window, his mind elsewhere. While everyone else saw Khan Doorman as a symbol of survival and hope, to Demir, he was just another relic of a past that had done nothing to protect him or his parents. 

Rian, on the other hand, wasn’t concerned with legacies or ideals—he was simply dreading the inevitable questions and the added effort this visit would bring. 

The contrast between the trio and the rest of the class couldn’t have been more apparent. As the students eagerly awaited their visitors, Demir and Rian sat quietly, both equally unimpressed by the so-called honor of meeting Khan Doorman.

The moment finally arrived. The classroom door creaked open, and all heads turned toward the entrance as Khan Doorman stepped into the room, his presence commanding immediate attention. He looked exactly as he had in the photo Mr. Connors had shown earlier—an older worker drone with a weathered yet dignified appearance. His white eyes gleamed faintly, set above a neatly trimmed grey moustache that added to his air of authority. He wore a thick coat that had seen better days, its faded fabric a testament to countless repairs, and perched atop his head was the builder’s hat he was rarely seen without. Despite his age, there was a certain vitality in the way he moved, a calm confidence that came from years of leadership and survival.

Behind him, however, came someone who could not have contrasted with him more. His daughter, Uzi, trailed a step behind, radiating disinterest with every movement. Her short wolfcut purple hair framed her face in jagged layers, emphasizing her sharp, glowing purple eyes. She wore a hoodie emblazoned with a skull and battery design, the fabric slightly oversized, and slouched over her shoulders. A black beanie was tugged low over her head, almost obscuring her messy bangs. Her hands were buried deep in the hoodie’s pockets, and her posture was relaxed to the point of borderline insolence. Uzi's expression made her feelings clear: she didn’t want to be here, and she didn’t care who knew it.

The class erupted into excited whispers and hushed gasps. Some students craned their necks to get a better look at the famous leader and his enigmatic daughter. 

Khan offered a polite, practiced smile as he nodded to Mr. Connors. “Good morning, everyone. It’s a pleasure to be here today. Thank you for inviting me,” he said, his voice calm and steady. It was the tone of someone used to addressing groups, measured and deliberate, yet carrying an undeniable warmth. 

Uzi didn’t say a word. She leaned against the doorframe for a moment before reluctantly stepping into the classroom. Her sharp gaze swept across the rows of desks, lingering briefly on the faces of the students before flitting away with a look of mild disdain. 

“Class,” Mr. Connors said, gesturing toward the visitors, “let’s welcome Khan Doorman and his daughter, Uzi. They’ve taken the time to visit us and share their experiences.” 

Polite applause filled the room, but Demir sat motionless at the back, arms crossed, his expression cold. Neyan nudged him, whispering, “Come on, at least clap or something. Everyone’s watching.”

Demir rolled his eyes but didn’t move. His attention flicked briefly to Uzi, who was now staring at the ceiling with a bored expression, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie. Despite himself, Demir found her indifference oddly relatable.

Rian, on the other hand, groaned softly and slumped in his seat, muttering, “Great. Now it’s a whole production. Just wait, they’re probably gonna ask us a million questions. Such a waste of time.” He dropped his head onto the desk, visibly checked out of the entire situation.

The stark contrast between Khan’s dignified presence and Uzi’s unapologetic disinterest created an unusual tension in the room. Students leaned forward eagerly, soaking up Khan’s every word, while Uzi's aloof demeanor seemed to throw off the atmosphere. The trio at the back remained detached, though Demir’s sharp eyes lingered on Uzi for just a moment longer, his expression unreadable. The anticipation in the air was palpable—whatever came next was sure to be memorable.

"Hello there, children," Khan began, his voice polite yet underscored with a firmness that immediately silenced the murmurs in the room. His white, mechanical eyes scanned the class as if he were assessing their worth, his movements deliberate and commanding. 

Demir slouched in his chair, his arms crossed, his face set in an expression of boredom. He rolled his eyes so obviously it seemed intentional. At the desk beside him, Rian barely kept his head up, looking dangerously close to nodding off. His cheek rested lazily on his hand as he cast a tired glance at Khan. Neyan, however, sat up straight, his back stiff with attention, leaning slightly forward as though afraid he’d miss a single word.

Khan nodded approvingly at the silence. "Today, I’m here to discuss the recent attack on the dome and propose a plan to improve its defenses." His voice carried an air of authority, each word carefully measured. "Last night’s attack by a group of murder drones should serve as a wake-up call. Your safety—our safety—is more fragile than many of you realize."

The classroom grew tense. Some students exchanged uneasy looks, their mechanical eyes flickering slightly, while others focused intently on Khan, the gravity of his words sinking in. 

Uzi, standing behind her father with her arms crossed, let out an exaggerated sigh. Her violet eyes briefly flicked over the class before she shifted her weight onto one leg, clearly uninterested. She adjusted her beanie and stared off at the back wall, her expression one of simmering annoyance. 

Demir leaned toward Rian, keeping his voice low. "Let me guess: more speeches about ‘unity’ and ‘teamwork,’ followed by some half-baked idea that won’t even work."

Rian smirked faintly, his voice a sluggish drawl. "Oh yeah, and probably a sign-up sheet for some defense squad. As if we don’t have enough work already." He stifled a yawn and rested his head back on the desk.

Neyan turned his head sharply toward them and whispered, "Will you two shut up? This is serious!" His attention snapped back to Khan almost immediately, his eagerness to absorb every word written across his face.

"My colony," Khan continued, pacing slowly across the front of the room, "has faced similar challenges. We’ve implemented strategies that have kept us relatively safe, but your dome’s scale requires a more robust solution. I propose advanced surveillance systems, reinforced barriers, and the creation of specialized defense units to patrol vulnerable areas. With these measures, we can ensure your safety and prevent such attacks in the future."

Demir scoffed quietly, his tone barely audible. "Surveillance systems and barriers? Yeah, because murder drones can’t just rip through that." His crimson eyes flicked toward Uzi for a moment, her obvious disdain for her father’s speech drawing his attention. She hadn’t said a word, but her body language spoke volumes. Demir couldn’t help but wonder what her deal was, though he quickly dismissed the thought.

Rian groaned quietly, muttering under his breath. "He’s just gonna make us do all the work, isn’t he? Watch. Next, he’ll assign us homework on how to save ourselves." He let his head fall fully onto his arms, his muffled voice adding, "So much effort…"

Khan paused to let his words sink in, glancing around the room. He continued, his tone growing heavier with each syllable. "Change is never easy, but it is necessary. Together, we can protect not just this dome but all of us who call it home."

At this, Uzi gave a slow, sarcastic clap. The sound echoed awkwardly through the room, earning a few stifled giggles from the other students. Khan’s head snapped toward her, his expression hardening momentarily, but he chose to ignore the interruption, refocusing on the rest of the class.

"As I was saying," Khan resumed, his voice a touch colder now, "it is vital that we act decisively. I trust that all of you will play your part in securing our future."

Meanwhile, Demir leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting between Khan and Uzi. Her rebellion intrigued him, though he quickly masked his interest. Her presence here was curious, but Demir wasn’t in the mood to dwell on it. Instead, his thoughts lingered on Khan’s proposals—grand words for plans that seemed unlikely to work against murder drones determined to kill. 

As the tension in the room thickened, the dynamic between interest, indifference, and annoyance played out vividly. Neyan remained fully engaged, his focus unbroken. Demir, however, stayed cool and dismissive, while Rian’s exhaustion only deepened. Uzi’s silent defiance was the final note of discord, casting a shadow of doubt over her father’s polished speech. 

Then, that familiar wave of sickness crept over Demir again, this time sharper and more persistent. It started as a faint churn in his system, growing into a wrenching sensation that made him clutch his stomach. His normally stoic expression faltered for a moment, his crimson eyes dimming briefly as he groaned under his breath.

With a measured movement, he raised his hand, his fingers trembling slightly. "Yes, Demir?" Mr. Connors called out, his voice cutting through the background hum of classroom chatter.

"I feel sick," Demir said plainly, though his voice carried a subtle strain. He kept one hand on his stomach as though steadying himself. "Can I go to the toilet?"

Mr. Connors studied him for a brief moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to read deeper into the request. "You may," he said at last, his tone neutral but tinged with slight concern. He gestured toward the door, and Demir nodded once before rising from his seat.

The legs of his chair scraped loudly against the floor, drawing a few curious glances from his classmates. Neyan, seated nearby, shot him a quick look of confusion, but Demir avoided eye contact. He just wanted to leave before anyone asked questions.

As the classroom door swung shut behind him, the buzz of conversation from inside faded into a muffled backdrop. The hallway was busy but quieter, filled with students darting to their own destinations. Each step Demir took felt heavier than the last, the sickly feeling inside him like static interfering with his circuits. He pushed through the occasional group lingering in the corridor, his movements brisk but deliberate.

By the time he reached the bathroom door, his vision felt oddly sharper, as though his senses were heightened in ways they shouldn’t be. The faint hum of fluorescent lights and the metallic echo of a dripping sink seemed unnaturally loud, sending another wave of unease through him.

Steeling himself, Demir pushed the door open and stepped inside. The faint smell of industrial cleaner greeted him as he moved toward the row of sinks, each reflecting the sterile light above. He gripped the edge of the nearest one, staring at his reflection in the mirror, trying to make sense of the strange sensation coiling inside him. Something was off—he could feel it in every wire and circuit of his being.

Demir’s fingers began contorting on their own, bending backward and twisting unnaturally as if they were no longer bound by the limits of joints or servos. A sickening metallic creak filled the air with each grotesque movement. His hands jerked upward, trembling violently, as though they were puppets on invisible strings.  

His visor flickered erratically, the screen flooding with glitching red text that blinked faster than he could process. The words “HIGH TEMPERATURE” pulsed across his display, overlaid with jagged lines of static. Panic clawed at his chest as his body shuddered involuntarily, his systems struggling to keep up with the anomaly spreading through him.  

“What the hell is happening?!” he muttered through clenched teeth, clutching his stomach as his legs wavered beneath him. He stumbled back into the corner of the restroom, pressing his back against the cold tiles in a futile attempt to ground himself. Suddenly, the Absolute Solver symbol—the ominous three-arrowed triangle—flashed across his visor, burning bright and persistent.  

In his vision, chaos erupted. Error messages cascaded like a relentless torrent:  
”ERROR: ABSOLUTE SOLVER MALFUNCTION” 
”CORE SYSTEM DESTABILISING”

“No... no, no, no, this can’t be happening!” he whispered in mounting terror, his voice cracking as he fought to steady his shaking limbs. His hands shot up to cover his visor, as if blocking the display might somehow stop what was happening, but the haunting glow of the Absolute Solver symbol remained, piercing through his fingers.  

Staggering into a cubicle, Demir slammed the door shut behind him. The echo reverberated through the restroom, but he barely noticed as he collapsed against the wall, gripping the edge of the toilet with both hands. His breaths came shallow and ragged, the sound of his panicked gasps amplified in the cramped space.  

“Please stop,” he begged, though there was no one to hear him. “Not now, not here...”  

For a moment, the glitching stopped, and he dared to hope it was over. But then, with a violent jolt, his visor went black. A single symbol reappeared: the Absolute Solver emblem, bold and pulsing like a heartbeat. His fear spiked as his body stiffened, unresponsive to his desperate attempts to move.  

“No, no!” Demir screamed internally, his mind racing. He fought to reclaim control, straining against the invisible force locking him in place, but it was no use. His body moved on its own now, the connection to his will completely severed.  

The cubicle door swung open with a loud crash, slamming into the stall beside it. Demir’s head snapped upward, his gaze empty and cold. His right arm twisted unnaturally, the sound of grinding metal filling the air as his fingers extended and reformed into sleek, razor-sharp claws. The black talons gleamed ominously, faint wisps of a dark, smoke-like energy curling from their tips.  

Inside, Demir screamed in terror, his consciousness trapped in a prison of his own making. He tried to thrash, to cry out, but the Absolute Solver held him firm. His fear was all-consuming, a bottomless abyss that seemed to grow darker with every second.  

As his body took its first mechanical step out of the cubicle, Demir’s mind was left to watch helplessly, gripped by a cold and unrelenting dread.

With the Absolute Solver in complete control, Demir's body moved with an unnatural fluidity, each step silent yet purposeful. The faint glow of the Solver's three-arrowed symbol on his visor was the only light in the dim restroom. Inside, Demir’s mind was a whirlpool of panic and disbelief, his thoughts racing as he struggled against the invisible chains that bound him. This isn’t me! Stop it! Please, stop this!

A faint clicking noise drew the Solver’s attention. In the farthest cubicle, a worker drone sat hunched over, oblivious to the impending danger, tapping away on his phone. The drone let out a faint chuckle at something on the screen, completely unaware of the horror that loomed just outside.  

Demir’s body moved like a predator closing in on its prey. The Solver directed his movements with unnerving precision, claws glinting faintly in the dim light. Inside, Demir’s mind screamed louder, his pleas falling into the void like raindrops into an abyss. His fear mounted with each step his body took, knowing what was about to happen but utterly powerless to stop it.  

A metallic creak filled the restroom as Demir’s claws gripped the cubicle door. With a single violent motion, he tore it from its hinges, the sound of ripping metal and screeching bolts reverberating through the room.  

The worker drone looked up, startled, his visor flickering in confusion. “H-Hey! What’s your problem, man?!” he stammered, his voice tinged with irritation that quickly gave way to fear as he took in Demir’s twisted posture, the glowing symbol on his visor, and the razor-sharp claws extending from his fingers.  

“W-What the hell are you—” The drone didn’t get a chance to finish.  

In a blur of motion, Demir’s claws shot forward, impaling the drone’s chest with a sickening crunch. Sparks exploded from the wound, and the drone’s scream was cut off as his systems began to fail. He convulsed, his servos whirring wildly, but the claws held him firmly in place.  

Inside his own mind, Demir was horrified beyond words. No! Please, stop! I don’t want this! This isn’t me! His thoughts were a torrent of anguish, but the Absolute Solver paid no attention.  

Then came the worst part. The Solver forced Demir’s body to lift the lifeless drone closer. His mouth opened unnaturally wide, hinges clicking as if something had broken. With a crunch that echoed in the hollow restroom, Demir bit into the drone, tearing through synthetic skin, wires, and metal.  

The taste was vile—an acidic, metallic bitterness that spread through his sensors. The Solver made him chew and swallow, each bite accompanied by the grotesque sound of rending metal and snapping wires.  

Inside, Demir’s digital mind felt as though it were fracturing under the weight of the horror. This is wrong! This is wrong! Make it stop! Please! he cried out, but there was no mercy. The Solver continued its grotesque feast, consuming the drone piece by piece, ignoring the lifeless sparks that sputtered from the remains.  

The room seemed to grow darker with each horrifying moment. The faint glow of the Absolute Solver symbol on Demir’s visor pulsed steadily, a sinister beacon in the oppressive silence that followed the drone’s last twitch.  

When it was over, Demir’s body straightened, the Solver’s movements unnervingly smooth. The bathroom was eerily quiet except for the faint hum of the fluorescent lights. The shattered cubicle door and scattered debris were the only evidence of the atrocity that had just occurred.  

Inside, Demir was a broken shell. His mind reeled with the weight of what he had just witnessed, his anguish clawing at him like a storm. He was left trapped in a body that wasn’t his own, drowning in the nightmare of what the Solver had made him do. For a moment, his mind was silent—not out of peace, but because his thoughts were too shattered to form coherent words.  

And then, without hesitation, the Solver turned, guiding Demir’s body toward the door with an unnatural calm, as if nothing had happened.

The classroom was dimly lit, the fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as a low hum echoed through the air. Desks were neatly arranged in rows, with student papers scattered across them, some half-finished and others discarded in a rush. The walls were lined with educational posters and outdated maps of Copper-9, giving the space a sterile, almost oppressive feel. The air was thick with the faint smell of old chalk and paper. It was a space designed to be mundane, routine—until now.

The students, ranging from 13 to 14 years old, were seated in various positions, none of them daring to speak. Their attention was fixed on Demir, whose sudden violent actions shattered the illusion of a typical school day. The room had once been a place of learning, a place of relative safety, but now it was filled with fear, confusion, and the metallic scent of oil.

Demir’s body stood, motionless for a moment, his mechanical limbs jerking slightly as the Absolute Solver took full control. His hands—once just tools for a worker drone—now curled into cruel, clawed weapons, glinting with a menacing shine under the harsh, buzzing lights. The air felt colder, and the heavy, oppressive silence that followed the moment of violence was suffocating.

The teacher, a middle-aged man with a graying beard and glasses that had slipped to the edge of his nose, stood frozen at the front of the room. His face had gone pale, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form words but failed. He was tall and lanky, an otherwise unassuming presence, but now, his figure seemed small in the face of the horror unfolding before him.

“Get out of my classroom!” he shouted, his voice cracking with fear. He thought Demir was skipping the lesson—perhaps causing trouble as students often did—but what stood before him now was something far darker.

Demir’s body didn’t listen. There was no hesitation as it lunged forward, moving with unnatural speed and precision. A Year 9 student, caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, tried to scramble away, but Demir’s metallic hand shot out like a predatory strike. The student screamed as they were lifted off the ground, their small form writhing in terror.

The rest of the class went silent. A few of the students gasped, eyes wide in disbelief. The teacher’s voice faltered, realizing the true nature of what was happening, but it was already too late. Demir—the Absolute Solver controlling him—was beyond the point of reasoning.

With one swift motion, Demir’s sharp claws dug into the student’s abdomen. The sound of tearing metal and shredded wires echoed through the classroom as the claws sliced through the body with a sickening, wet crunch. The worker drone’s body—once filled with oil and power—was now nothing more than a lifeless shell, spilling its internal fluid across the floor. The oily liquid poured out from the wound, dark and viscous, pooling under the desk.

The teacher stood frozen, too terrified to intervene. The rest of the students—some who had been friends, others strangers—watched in horror as Demir, his visor glowing with the Absolute Solver's triangular symbol, lifted the mutilated body higher, almost as if showing it off. Worker drone oil dripped from the lifeless form, splattering across the classroom floor, staining the desk, the chairs, and everything it touched. The classroom, once orderly and pristine, was now marked with the visceral residue of violence.

Demir’s mouth twisted into a cruel, sadistic grin beneath his visor, his mechanical lips curling into a mockery of a smile. He leaned in close to the lifeless worker drone's body, bringing his face near the open wound where the oil flowed freely. His fingers tightened around the corpse, bringing the open wound to his mouth. The dripping oil, thick and black, poured from the student’s body and into Demir’s mouth. He drank greedily, his mechanical face contorting in satisfaction as the thick fluid ran down his chin, dripping onto the floor.

The sickening sound of Demir drinking the oil filled the classroom, a noise that seemed to echo louder than anything else. The other students could do nothing but watch in horror as the mechanical predator consumed the life essence of its victim. Some looked away, unable to process what they were seeing. Others stared in disbelief, their minds struggling to comprehend the brutality unfolding before them.

The teacher, paralyzed by fear, tried to speak, his voice trembling. “Wh-What is this? What are you doing?” he stammered, his words barely audible over the hum of the lights.

Demir’s body was no longer his own; it was the Absolute Solver’s puppet. The oil continued to drip from Demir’s mouth, pooling around his feet like a dark, oily flood. With each second, Demir’s body moved with the same sickening purpose. He leaned over the now-dead worker drone, his mechanical claws ripping and tearing at the drone’s remains, almost as if savoring the destruction.

Meanwhile, the rest of the class was paralyzed in fear, their minds struggling to make sense of the carnage they had just witnessed. One student, unable to bear the horror any longer, flung themselves out the nearest window, crashing through the glass to escape the nightmare. The others huddled in the corners of the room, their faces pale, too scared to move, too frightened to even cry out.

Demir, still under the Absolute Solver’s control, let the body drop to the ground with a sickening thud. Oil continued to drip from the dead worker drone’s body, staining everything it touched. The room was filled with the scent of oil, the faint metallic tang of death.

“Demir, stop!” the teacher cried out, his voice breaking. But Demir’s body—his face now entirely blank—turned toward him, the Absolute Solver’s symbol pulsing behind his visor. The once-silent classroom was now a place of terror, stained with the horror of what had just transpired. The students’ minds were too shaken to process what they had seen, but one thing was clear: the classroom, the school, and the entire dome had changed forever.

All they could see was a sadistic smile plaster on Demir’s face

The Absolute Solver-controlled Demir turned slowly toward the teacher, its motions a blend of mechanical precision and unsettling fluidity. The pulsating, three-arrowed symbol glowed menacingly behind the cracked visor, casting an eerie light that flickered against the dull beige walls of the classroom.  

The teacher, a young worker drone with a neat tie and a faintly flickering LED name tag that read Mr Yara, mustered what courage he had. He stood firm, his metallic hands trembling as he pointed toward the door. "Demir, or whatever this is—get out of my classroom this instant!" His voice, though authoritative, quavered with thinly veiled fear.  

For a moment, the room seemed to freeze. The Absolute Solver cocked Demir’s head to the side, the motion too sharp, too unnatural, as if mocking the teacher's bravado. The classroom’s fluorescent lights flickered slightly, their buzzing mingling with the sound of faint whimpers from the terrified students.  

And then it happened.  

Demir’s body moved with terrifying speed, closing the distance between him and Mr. Yara in the blink of an eye. The claws, black and gleaming, extended further from his hands with a sickening schklt. Before the teacher could react, the Absolute Solver plunged one claw deep into Mr. Yara’s throat.  

The sound was horrific—a wet crunch of metal giving way, followed by a choking gargle as synthetic oil spurted from the gaping wound. The thick, dark liquid sprayed onto the whiteboard behind the teacher, pooling into smeared lines as his body instinctively thrashed in its final moments.  

Gasps and screams erupted from the students. Several Year 9 drones scrambled to hide beneath their desks, their metal frames rattling in panic. One drone bolted toward the window and flung it open, leaping out in sheer desperation.  

But the Absolute Solver was far from done.  

With a jerky yet deliberate motion, Demir’s other claw shot forward, stabbing deep into the teacher’s abdomen. The claws twisted, tearing through layers of plating and exposed wires, sending sparks cascading like tiny fireworks. Oil and shredded circuitry spilled onto the floor as Mr. Yara’s body convulsed one final time before slumping lifelessly against the board.  

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the faint dripping of oil onto the tile floor.  

The Absolute Solver bent Demir’s body into a crouch, looming over the teacher’s crumpled form like a predator inspecting its prey. His cracked visor reflected the carnage, the three-arrowed symbol glowing brighter as if in satisfaction.  

Then, with a grotesque inevitability, Demir’s body leaned forward. His metallic jaw unhinged slightly, exposing jagged teeth that glinted in the flickering light. With a deliberate slowness that only heightened the horror, he pressed his face to the gaping wound at Mr. Yara’s neck and began to drink.  

The sound was revolting—a deep, slurping noise as the Absolute Solver forced Demir to consume the thick oil, which dripped from his mouth in globs, staining the front of his jacket. The dark liquid pooled beneath him, spreading like a black mirror that reflected the terrified faces of the remaining students.  

“Yummy oil…” The voice that came from Demir’s body was distorted, glitching between his usual tone and something far darker—an unholy mixture of mockery and malice. “Mmm… I love hearing screams…”  

The sadistic smile on Demir’s face widened unnaturally, his mouth stretching further than it should, the edges glitching and warping as if reality itself struggled to contain the horror.  

The classroom, once a place of learning and routine, now felt like a battleground of nightmares. The rows of desks, some overturned in the chaos, were splattered with flecks of oil. A lone textbook lay abandoned on the floor, its pages soaked in the dark fluid, while the teacher's name tag blinked weakly in the growing puddle.  

The students still in the room could do nothing but watch, paralyzed by fear, as Demir’s corrupted body rose, claws glinting with fresh oil, and turned its hollow, glowing gaze toward them.

As Demir—or rather, the Absolute Solver controlling his body—continued to wreak havoc in the classroom, one of the terrified students, still shaking, finally gathered enough courage to act. Their hands were trembling as they reached into their bag, fingers brushing against the communicator. The room was filled with the sounds of screeching metal and cries of terror, but somehow, the student managed to press the button that would alert the Worker Drone Defense Force.

The communicator’s screen blinked to life, showing a simple, glowing interface: "Emergency: Immediate Threat." The student hesitated for a moment, glancing toward Demir's twisted form, his glowing visor staring back with an unnerving, glitching grin. They quickly took a breath and, using the tiny voice module in the communicator, whispered shakily into it.

"Hello... this is a priority emergency. Please respond."

There was a brief silence on the other end, before a crackling voice responded. It was calm, collected, but strained with a slight static overlay.

"This is Worker Drone Defense, Unit 431. Please confirm the situation. What is your location?"

The student’s voice cracked, a nervous tone slipping through despite their attempt to sound composed.

"It's... it's him. He... he killed my teacher and one of my classmates, I think... He's... He's killing everyone. We're in classroom 9B, at Solaris Drone Academy. You have to hurry."

There was a slight pause before the voice responded, sounding more urgent.

"Whats his name?”

”Demir Akbar, I’m pretty sure.” the terrified student replied back their voice filled with fear

Confirmed. Stay on the line. Defense Units are on their way. Lock the door if possible, and do not engage. Is the assailant still active?"

The student quickly glanced over their shoulder, the horror still unfolding as Demir's body moved with terrifying precision, slashing, tearing, and consuming. The room smelled of oil, of fear, as one of the year 9 students was dragged into the air by Demir’s claws, his screams muffled by the sheer power of the assault.

The student quickly answered, voice trembling. "Yes. Yes, he... he’s still... he’s still moving. He... he just... killed another student."

The voice on the other end of the line seemed to calculate the next steps, its tone shifting to a faster, more methodical pace.

"Understood. Aerial Defense Units are en route, ETA 3 minutes. Evacuate if possible. We’ll have response teams on the ground in under 5. Do not attempt to confront the assailant again. Please remain hidden until backup arrives. We will handle the situation."

The student’s mind raced. The faint sound of metal scraping against the floor, the sickening slurps and gasps of Demir as he consumed the last of his victim, made their stomach churn. They didn’t know if they could survive another few minutes of this madness. Every instinct screamed to run, but the hallway was flooded with panicked students, and there was nowhere safe.

"I... I understand," the student whispered. "I’m staying low. Please hurry."

The voice on the other end gave a brief, mechanical click, signaling the end of the conversation.

"We’re on our way. Stay safe. Do not try to intervene further."

The student nodded weakly, even though no one could see them. They slowly slid down into their seat, clutching their knees to their chest, the weight of the situation sinking in. With shaky hands, they wiped away a single drop of oil from their face—the cold, metallic substance of the worker drone that had been brutally murdered just moments before.

In the classroom, the Absolute Solver was still at work, delighting in the chaos. But help was on its way.

The terrified student, gasping for breath, stumbled into the classroom. Their face was pale, eyes wide with fear, and their voice shook as they spoke.  

“H-H-Help! Someone is killing my class! I think t-their name is D-D-Demir!”  

The words struck the room like a thunderclap. For a long, heavy moment, nobody moved. It was as if the entire class collectively held its breath. Khan Doorman, who had been explaining his latest plans to the students, paused mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing as he processed the panic in the student’s voice.  

Rian and Neyan’s faces drained of color. They exchanged a glance, the dread on their faces unmistakable. “Demir?” Rian whispered, barely believing what he was hearing. He was known for being distant and cold, but this... this was too much.  

“That can’t be right,” Neyan muttered, shaking his head. “Demir? He’s... he’s our friend. He wouldn’t—” His voice trailed off, uncertainty creeping into his words.  

But amidst the shock, there was one student whose reaction stood apart from the rest. Uzi, her purple eyes glimmering with a spark of something else—something almost dangerous—grinned.  

“Hell yeah!” she said, her voice almost gleeful, as though the whole situation was exactly what she’d been waiting for. “Finally! Some action!”  

The rest of the class stared at her in disbelief. Khan Doorman raised an eyebrow, his expression one of concern mixed with reprimand. “Uzi,” he said sternly, “this is not the time for jokes.”  

Uzi shrugged nonchalantly, rolling her eyes. “I’m not joking,” she replied, leaning back in her chair, clearly unphased by the panic gripping everyone else. “I mean, come on. We’ve been sitting in here listening to boring lectures, watching things go nowhere. Now, we’ve got something real happening. It’s about time something exciting happened around here.”

The student, still trembling, continued to ramble in fear, clearly losing their composure. “Y-You don’t understand! He... he had these glowing eyes, these claws, and—” They choked on their words, clearly unable to fully process the horror they had witnessed.  

Khan’s face shifted, his calm demeanor replaced with a harder, more serious expression. He turned to Mr. Connors, his voice low and commanding. “Get the students to safety, seal the room, and lock it down.” His eyes hardened as he glanced at the student who had burst in. “Where is Demir now?”  

“I... I don’t know! He just—he was ripping them apart! I saw him, but then I... I ran...” The student’s words were incoherent, fear making their voice tremble uncontrollably.  

Khan Doorman’s posture stiffened. “Alright. Stay here.” He turned to leave, but before he could make it to the door, Uzi sprang to her feet.  

“Wait, you’re just gonna leave it to the workers?” she asked, her voice taking on a challenging tone. “What if he’s really gone rogue? You’re gonna need someone who knows how to deal with... well, that.” She gestured vaguely, her eyes narrowing, though there was no understanding in them about what was actually happening.  

Khan shot her a sharp look. “Uzi, this isn’t a game,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration. “You’re staying here where it’s safe.”  

“Bite me!” Uzi snapped, her grin defiant as she crossed her arms.  

“Uzi,” Khan growled, his patience wearing thin. “This isn’t up for discussion. You are staying here.”  

“I’m not sitting this one out, old man,” Uzi shot back, completely uninterested in her father’s orders. “I’ve got more than enough firepower to handle whatever’s going on, and I’m not gonna let you go alone. This is serious, right? I’m not gonna miss the chance for some real action.”  

Khan clenched his jaw but didn’t respond immediately, clearly frustrated. Before he could say anything else, Uzi’s grin widened smugly, and she leaned back against the desk as if daring him to argue further.  

Meanwhile, Rian and Neyan exchanged nervous glances. “Do you think it’s true?” Rian asked, his voice heavy with disbelief. “Demir... going crazy like that?”  

Neyan shook his head, his voice unsteady. “I don’t know, man... this doesn’t feel right. Demir’s always been cold, but... murdering? That’s a whole other thing.”  

The rest of the class remained frozen in shock, unsure of what to do. The terror that had been unleashed just moments ago seemed to hang in the air, suffocating.  

Khan turned back to the class, his expression serious and focused. “Stay here. Lock the doors. Do not let anyone leave until I return. This situation is far from over.”  

The class fell into uneasy silence as Khan Doorman stormed out, the sound of the door slamming shut echoing through the room. Uzi, despite his orders, seemed almost eager, her rebellious streak shining through as she casually toyed with the zipper of her hoodie, muttering, “You’ll thank me later, old man.”  

Suddenly, a strange, almost palpable aura seemed to manifest around Rian’s eyes. His pupils narrowed, his expression hardening as a surge of resolve filled his chest. In that instant, he stood up from his seat with such intensity that the air in the room seemed to shift. Every step he took was deliberate, his face set with an unwavering focus.

“W-What are you doing?!” Mr. Connors exclaimed, his voice shaky with confusion and concern. He reached forward as if to stop Rian, but Rian didn’t flinch. The classroom fell silent, all eyes turning to Rian as if they had just witnessed something otherworldly.

Rian didn’t hesitate. His voice was low but firm, almost as if he was talking to himself as much as anyone else. “I’m saving my friend.”

There was no question in his tone. No doubt. Just a cold, resolute certainty that made his words feel heavier than they were.

Without waiting for any response, Rian grabbed the door handle and pulled it open with a sharp creak, stepping into the hallway. The class was left in stunned silence as the door slowly swung back behind him.

“COME BACK!” Mr. Connors shouted, his voice filled with disbelief. His hands were outstretched, but his words were no match for Rian’s conviction. “You can’t just leave! You have no idea what you’re walking into!”

Neyan, still sitting in his chair, blinked rapidly, trying to process what had just happened. His mind raced as he looked between Rian and the door. The weight of the situation was heavy on him, a knot of worry tightening in his stomach. But then, as he looked up at Rian’s retreating figure, something stirred within him. Rian was doing the right thing. The only thing.

“Rian, wait—!” Neyan called out, his voice trembling. But he didn’t finish. Rian didn’t stop. Instead, Rian’s voice came back to him, steady and sure.

“If you want to come, come, Neyan. Demir would’ve done the same for us.”

Those words hit Neyan like a ton of bricks. The mention of Demir, who had once been so fiercely protective, even in his cold, bold new form, brought a sharp pang of guilt to his chest. Demir had always fought for the people he cared about, no matter how distant he had become. Neyan knew this. 

Rian wasn’t just taking action for Demir, he was doing it for all of them. For their friendship. And for the kind of world they still wanted to live in, even if it meant risking everything.

Neyan swallowed hard, his heart racing. His gaze flicked between the door and the classroom, but the decision had already been made in his mind. Demir would’ve been out there in a heartbeat, no questions asked. They couldn’t let him fight alone.

With a long breath, Neyan stood up, pushing his chair back with a screech. He turned toward the door, each step heavier than the last, but it was the right thing. 

“I’m coming,” Neyan murmured under his breath. His voice was quiet, but there was a fire behind it now. He wasn’t backing down.

As Neyan followed Rian into the hall, the two of them walked in sync, with Rian leading the way, a fierce determination in his eyes. It was only then that they noticed Uzi, who had been watching the exchange with an almost amused expression. Her lips curled into a small smile as she looked at Rian, admiration flickering in her eyes, though she remained silent.

Neyan glanced back at the classroom one last time, but no one was coming after them. It was just the two of them now. 

Rian’s footsteps were steady as he pushed forward, eyes locked on the hallway ahead. “We’re going to help him, Neyan. Whatever happens next, we stick together. We don’t turn back.”

Neyan nodded, feeling the weight of the moment. “Yeah. No turning back.”

Meanwhile, the Absolute Solver-controlled Demir stood in the middle of the wreckage, a twisted grin plastered across his face. The Year 9 classroom, once filled with the chatter of young drones, was now a scene of carnage. The air was thick with the scent of burning circuitry, the floor slick with spilled oil, and the walls stained with bits of shattered mechanical parts. Broken limbs and severed wires were scattered like debris, the classroom now an unrecognizable graveyard of twisted metal and lifeless bodies. 

Demir stood over the carnage, his eyes wide and unblinking, completely consumed by the Absolute Solver's control. His body, no longer his own, moved without hesitation, as if savoring the destruction. The sadistic smile that twisted his face was not his, but a reflection of the malicious power coursing through him. The oil from the wrecked worker drones slowly oozed from their broken frames, pooling around Demir's feet. He bent down, his claws reaching out, and he began to sip the oil, the sickening sound of it sloshing in his mouth like some sort of twisted victory.

But then, as the grip of the Absolute Solver loosened slightly, Demir's own consciousness began to filter through the haze. For a split second, he regained control, enough to see the destruction around him in full clarity. His mind raced as he saw the mangled bodies of the students, their circuits exposed and oil dripping from their ruined forms. His stomach churned violently as the reality of what he had done began to sink in. 

Suddenly, Demir collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. The control over him snapped, and he felt himself returning to his body, but it was too late. His own hands, once stained with the oil of the workers he had killed, trembled violently. He tried to scream, but all that escaped was a strangled, broken whimper. The sight of the destruction, the mangled bodies, and the overwhelming guilt flooded his mind, causing him to convulse. 

His stomach churned again as he vomited, oil and chunks of damaged circuitry spilling out of his mouth like bile. It was like his very insides were being torn apart, his body rejecting the horrors it had just been forced to commit. His vision blurred, and for the first time in years, Demir felt helpless, unable to control what had just happened, unable to stop the sickening urge to purge everything from his system. 

He sobbed quietly, his face twisted in agony as he wiped the oil and circuit parts from his lips. "What have I done?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with fear and shame. The room around him seemed to close in, the weight of the situation crashing down on him like an avalanche. The horrible truth of what he had become, of what the Absolute Solver had made him do, was too much to bear. 

Demir could feel himself shaking uncontrollably as he lay there, surrounded by the aftermath of his own actions. The familiar, cruel presence of the Absolute Solver still lingered in his mind, a cold, oppressive force that made him feel small and powerless. How long had it been since he had truly been himself? How long since he was more than just a vessel for this monstrous power?

Tears—digital tears—slipped down his visor, the silent agony of his existence heavier than anything physical.

Rian and Neyan rushed into the classroom, blades raised and alert, ready for whatever danger awaited them. But as the door swung open, they were met with an overwhelming scene of carnage. 

The classroom, once a place of learning, now resembled a slaughterhouse. Oil and electrical fluid pooled on the floor, mixing with shattered circuits and broken parts of worker drone bodies. The walls were splattered with dark, sticky oil, and pieces of torn metal were strewn about like debris from a brutal storm. The smell of burning circuitry and the metallic scent of spilled oil choked the air, making it hard to breathe.

But what hit Rian and Neyan the hardest wasn’t the bloodstained walls or the gruesome aftermath. It was the sight of Demir, sprawled on the floor in the center of the chaos. He wasn’t the cold, composed drone they were used to. Instead, he was a broken mess—his body trembling uncontrollably, his hands clutching his chest as if trying to hold himself together. His visor flickered with distorted symbols, a chaotic blur of error messages and the faint, glowing Absolute Solver symbol. His body was shaking, wracked with fear, and his head was down, hiding his face as if he couldn’t bear to look at the destruction around him. 

Rian’s heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t the Demir they knew. This wasn’t the confident, bold drone who could crush anyone who stood in his way. This was someone completely different—a broken shell of himself, lost in the aftermath of something beyond his control.

“Demir...” Rian’s voice was low and hesitant, unsure of how to approach the situation. He took a step forward, but something in the air felt thick with tension. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for whatever might come next.

Demir didn’t respond at first. He just lay there, his body trembling. He flinched when he heard Rian’s voice, as if the sound itself was too much for him to bear. Slowly, Demir looked up, his eyes wide with fear. There was no confidence, no spark of rebellion—just raw panic.

“W-what... what happened?” Neyan whispered, his voice trembling. He couldn’t take his eyes off the carnage surrounding them. He had never seen anything like this before. They were used to the occasional fight, the occasional chaos—but this? This was on a whole different level.

Demir swallowed hard, his breath shallow and shaky. He barely looked at them as he whispered, “I... I don’t know. I didn’t mean to... I couldn’t stop it.”

His hands trembled violently as he reached up to clutch his visor, his fingers brushing against the screen as if trying to turn it off, to make the flashing symbols stop. The Absolute Solver symbol flickered in his vision, and he recoiled in fear, pulling his hands away as though touching it might make things worse. His voice cracked as he muttered, “I couldn’t control it. It took over me.”

Rian’s heart ached for him. He could see Demir was struggling, trapped in the chaos his own body was causing, but he didn’t know how to help. 

“Demir, it’s okay,” Rian said softly, trying to reassure him. “You’re not alone. We’re here. We’ll figure this out.”

Demir looked up at him, his eyes wide and filled with terror. He was still trembling, his breath coming in quick, erratic gasps as if he was suffocating. The panic was too much for him to handle. He looked like he was about to break down completely.

“Go... go away,” Demir whispered, his voice barely audible. He tried to push himself off the floor but couldn’t find the strength. His hands gripped the edges of the floor, as if trying to claw his way out of the nightmare he was trapped in. “You don’t understand... what if I hurt you? What if I—”

“No,” Rian interrupted, stepping forward, determination in his eyes. He refused to leave his friend alone in this state. “We’re not going anywhere. We’re staying with you.”

“Please,” Demir whimpered, his voice filled with raw, broken fear. “I can’t control it. I might hurt you. I’m not... I’m not the same anymore.” His voice cracked as he whispered, “You don’t know what I’m capable of. What I’ve done.”

Tears—digital as they were—formed at the corners of Demir’s visor, despite his inability to cry. The raw pain in his eyes was enough to break anyone’s heart. He wanted them to go, to leave him alone. He was terrified of what he might do if they stayed. What if the Absolute Solver took over again? What if he hurt his friends? He couldn’t bear to let that happen.

“I... I don’t want to hurt you,” Demir whispered, his voice shaking. “Please, just leave me. I’m dangerous now. I’ll only put you in danger.”

Rian and Neyan exchanged a look. It was clear that Demir was terrified, not of them, but of himself. He was fighting a battle inside his own mind, one he couldn’t win alone. And they weren’t going to abandon him now.

“We’re not leaving you, Demir,” Rian said, his voice firm but soft. He walked closer to Demir, crouching down beside him. “We’re not afraid of you. We’re here to help, okay? You don’t have to do this alone.”

Neyan nodded, his expression softening as he walked over and knelt beside Rian. “We’re your friends. We’ve been through everything together. We’re not leaving you behind now.”

Demir trembled even harder at their words, his hands clutching at his visor in a desperate attempt to keep the fear at bay. But the wave of terror was still there, crashing against him. He wanted to push them away. He wanted to make them leave. But he couldn’t do it. The part of him that still cared, that still wanted to hold on, wouldn’t let them go.

“I... I’m scared,” Demir whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m scared of what I might do... scared that I’ll hurt you.”

Rian placed a hand on his shoulder, his grip firm but comforting. “You’re not alone, Demir. We’ll help you fight this. Whatever’s happening to you, we’ll find a way to stop it. You’re not the monster you think you are.”

Demir’s body went still, the trembling slowing as he realized, for the first time, that he wasn’t alone in this. His friends were right there, beside him, refusing to abandon him no matter what. He wasn’t just a tool of destruction, and he wasn’t just the result of a power he couldn’t control. He was Demir. And with Rian and Neyan by his side, he might just find a way to regain control of himself.

But for now, as the terror slowly started to subside, all he could do was sit there, his friends beside him, and try to breathe through the storm in his mind.

And hope that the Absolute Solver wouldn’t take over again.

The door crashed open with a deafening bang, splintering against the walls as several heavily armored police officers stormed into the room. Their boots thudded against the floor, and the metallic clanking of their protective gear reverberated in the tense silence. 

“PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” one of the officers barked, his voice gruff and commanding.

Demir froze, his body shaking uncontrollably. Fear surged through him like a tidal wave, and the weight of guilt pressed down on him harder than ever. He barely registered the words as they echoed in his mind. His fingers trembled, the anxiety and the sense of helplessness gripping him tighter with each passing second. 

Slowly, almost mechanically, Demir raised his hands, his body shaking violently. His palms were slick with a cold sweat, and his legs felt like they might give way beneath him. His heart hammered in his chest, louder than any of the chaos around him. The Absolute Solver symbol flickered in his visor, but Demir couldn’t focus on it. All he could feel was the overwhelming sense of dread and the crushing weight of what he had done.

"Rian... Neyan..." he whispered, barely able to get the words out. His voice trembled with fear. "I didn’t mean to... I don’t know what’s happening to me..."

Rian and Neyan’s voices rang out in unison, sharp with panic and desperation. 

“HES INNOCENT! S-S-SOMETHING IS CONTROLLING HIM!” Rian yelled, his voice breaking. He took a step forward, his hands raised in an attempt to stop the officers from advancing. He looked desperately at Demir, his eyes wide with disbelief at what was happening. “Demir didn’t do this! Something else is controlling him!”

The officers, armed and bristling with authority, didn’t hesitate. One of them stepped forward, aiming his gun at Demir with cold precision. “Get away from the murderer!” the officer shouted, his voice full of anger and suspicion. His finger was dangerously close to the trigger. 

But Rian wouldn’t back down. He stepped in front of Demir, blocking the officer’s path. “HE’S NOT A MURDERER!” Rian shouted, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back the tide of panic. His hands were trembling, but his voice was fierce, unyielding. “You don’t understand! He’s not in control! He’s not—”

But Demir’s voice cut through the chaos, quieter and more defeated than Rian had ever heard before. 

“No... stop shouting.” Demir’s voice was a rasp, hollow and empty. He turned his head to the side, as though avoiding their gaze. His eyes were glazed with the weight of his own guilt. “I... I am a murderer.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut. His hands fell limply by his sides as he whispered, almost to himself, “I’m not in control anymore. This Absolute Solver I d..don't know what it is but ... it’s controlling me.”

Rian’s heart broke at the sound of Demir’s voice. He had never heard him speak like that before—so broken, so lost. Demir had always been the one to stand tall, to face whatever challenge came his way, no matter how hard or dangerous it was. But now, he was a shell of that, trembling and lost.

Neyan’s expression shifted from shock to something else—something quieter, filled with understanding and helplessness. He looked at Demir, his eyes softening as he moved closer, but he knew there was nothing more they could do in this moment.

Demir didn’t see the look in his eyes, though. All he could see was the overwhelming darkness swirling in his mind—the sense of being out of control, of being a weapon that couldn’t stop its own destruction. His heart was heavy with the weight of the damage he had caused. He could still hear the screams, the cries of the others, even though he had no memory of doing it. It was as though the violence was etched into his very being, a part of him he couldn’t escape.

The officers, unmoving and resolute, stood their ground, weapons aimed directly at him. They were closing in, and Demir could feel the weight of their judgment bearing down on him like an unyielding wall.

“I... I’m sorry,” Demir whispered, tears (digital, though they may be) pooling at the edges of his visor. The thought of the innocent drones he had harmed—killed—churned in his stomach. “I don’t know what I’m doing...”

Rian clenched his fists, his voice shaking with anger and fear. “We’ll figure this out, Demir,” he said, his words low but determined. “You’re not the monster they think you are. You’re our friend. You didn’t do this. We’ll fix this, okay? Just... just hold on.”

But Demir barely seemed to hear him. His head dropped lower, his body wracked with sobs of fear, guilt, and helplessness. He didn’t know how to stop this, how to fight the power that had taken over him. And as the officers moved closer, ready to subdue him, Demir closed his eyes and whispered to himself, “I’m sorry... I’m so sorry…”

The tension in the air was thick, and the future was uncertain. What would happen to Demir now? Would the Absolute Solver’s grip on him ever loosen? And even more, would his friends be able to help him before it was too late?

The cold, metallic click of the handcuffs snapping around Demir's wrists echoed in the tense room, a sound that sent a shudder down Rian's spine. Demir flinched at the tightness of the cuffs, his trembling hands unable to do anything but hang limply at his sides. His heart felt like it was collapsing in on itself. The weight of his guilt, the fear, and the sense of helplessness were suffocating.

Rian stood frozen, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. His throat was tight, and his chest ached with an unbearable sense of helplessness. He wanted to do something—anything—to stop this, but there was nothing he could do. He just stood there, staring at Demir, his friend, as the police officers began to lead him away.

Neyan, unable to hold back his emotions any longer, let out a soft, pained sob. His hands clutched at his face in frustration, tears slipping between his fingers. Without a word, he stumbled forward and collapsed onto Rian’s shoulder, his sobs shaking his body. Rian instinctively wrapped an arm around him, trying to offer some comfort, but the weight of the moment was too much for either of them to bear.

"Rian..." Neyan whispered between sobs, his voice barely audible. "We... we have to do something. He’s not like this. He didn’t do it on his own."

Rian’s jaw clenched, his own tears now threatening to spill over. He gently patted Neyan’s back, trying to comfort him, but his own emotions were on the edge of breaking. He couldn’t understand it—couldn’t fathom how their friend, someone they had grown up with, could have been taken over like this. His heart screamed for Demir, for the boy who had always been there for them, now trapped in something far beyond his control.

The officers led Demir through the hallways of the school, the echoes of their footsteps reverberating through the empty corridors. The tension in the air felt thick, suffocating. As Demir was escorted out of the building, the weight of the situation settled over them like a heavy fog.

When they reached the entrance of the school, the bright artificial daylight that the dome made, hit Rian like a slap in the face. His eyes were red-rimmed, and his hands were shaking. He couldn’t understand how everything had spiraled out of control so quickly. Demir had always been their rock—bold, confident, and strong. But now, he was broken, trembling, and at the mercy of something that wasn’t even his fault.

The police car was parked outside, its lights flashing, casting an eerie glow over the scene. The officers opened the back door, ready to push Demir inside. He didn’t resist, his posture slumped, as though he had given up on everything. His head hung low, eyes averted as though he couldn’t bear to meet Rian and Neyan’s gaze.

Rian took a step forward, unable to stop himself. He reached out a trembling hand, his voice barely a whisper. "Demir..." The name felt like it was caught in his throat, and his eyes filled with tears again. "I’ll fix this... I promise."

But Demir didn’t respond. He didn’t even look up.

The officer gently guided Demir into the back of the police car, and as the door slammed shut behind him, Rian felt his heart shatter into a thousand pieces. The sound of the metal door closing felt like the finality of everything—the end of a friendship, the end of their normal lives.

As the car started to pull away, Rian couldn’t hold back anymore. The floodgates broke, and the tears came. He collapsed to his knees, his sobs wracking his body. He couldn’t help it. Everything had changed. The world they knew was gone.

Neyan, still clinging to Rian, cried into his shoulder, his voice trembling with pain. "He didn’t deserve this... he didn’t deserve any of it..."

Rian nodded, unable to find the words. He felt like he was drowning, his chest tight with the weight of all the things he couldn’t fix. They had to do something. They had to find a way to save Demir before it was too late.

But right now, all they could do was watch as the car drove away, taking their friend—and the hope they once had—with it.

1 MONTH LATER

A month had passed since the events that had shattered their world. The once vibrant and bustling halls of Solaris Drone Academy now seemed like a distant memory. Rian and Neyan sat together in the back of the courtroom, the weight of what was happening too much to bear. Their faces were pale, their eyes hollow from sleepless nights and the endless thoughts of what had led to this moment. They barely noticed the quiet hum of the court or the hushed whispers of the drones around them—everything felt far away, as though the world had become a blur.

Demir stood at the front of the courtroom, shackled in handcuffs, his eyes cast downward. He looked nothing like the friend they had once known. Gone was the brash, overconfident personality, replaced by a quiet dread. He hadn’t said much during the trial, too consumed by the guilt and fear of the violence he couldn’t control. Even though Rian and Neyan had fought tooth and nail to prove he wasn’t the one who had killed the Year 9s, to show the court that something else had been at play, it hadn’t been enough. They couldn’t prove that the Absolute Solver had been the one controlling him, and now, the court had decided.

The judge, an older drone with gray-tinted optics and a somber demeanor, gazed down at the final reports before her, scanning the details. She paused, allowing the tension in the room to build, before speaking. "Demir Akbar," she began, her voice steady but unyielding. "You have been found guilty of the murder of several students, as well as causing destruction to both the academy and surrounding areas. Despite the testimony of your friends, the evidence against you remains undeniable."

Rian clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he leaned forward. It was so unfair. Demir had never done this—never wanted to hurt anyone. He was controlled, manipulated, and forced into something terrible, but no one would listen. The court saw only the actions, not the helplessness Demir had endured. Neyan sat beside him, his eyes glossy with unshed tears, his shoulders trembling with suppressed emotion.

"The court recognizes that there were extenuating circumstances," the judge continued, "but the consequences of your actions are far too grave to ignore. For the murders, you are hereby sentenced to thirty years in a high-security facility."

Rian’s chest tightened, and the words felt like a physical blow. "Thirty years," he repeated, his voice barely audible. It wasn’t fair. It didn’t make sense. How could they think Demir was guilty of something he hadn’t chosen? How could they ignore the fact that he was a victim, too?

Demir’s head lowered further as the gavel struck down, the finality of it ringing in the air like a death sentence. The courtroom was silent for a moment, and then Demir was led away, his hands cuffed tightly behind his back. His face remained blank, his eyes distant, like he had already resigned himself to whatever fate awaited him.

Rian could hardly bear to look at him, the anger and sorrow welling up inside him. "He didn’t do it," Rian whispered, his voice breaking. "He didn’t deserve this."

Neyan wiped his eyes, but it was no use. The tears kept coming. "I know," he whispered, his voice choked. "He didn’t."

The courtroom doors opened, and Demir was escorted out, his steps heavy and slow. Rian and Neyan sat motionless, staring at the empty space where their friend had been. It felt as though a piece of their world had been ripped away, leaving nothing but a hollow emptiness in its place. They hadn’t been able to save him, and now they had to face the reality of it.

Outside the courtroom, the artificial cold air was sharp, biting at their frame as they walked together, each of them lost in their own thoughts. They didn’t speak. What was there to say? Demir was gone, and there was nothing they could do to fix it. The injustice of it all was suffocating, and Rian felt like he was suffocating with it.

"I don’t understand," Rian muttered, his voice low, like he was speaking to himself. "Why didn’t they listen? He wasn’t in control. He never wanted any of this."

Neyan shook his head, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "They didn’t care. They only saw what happened. Not what caused it. They only saw the damage, not Demir."

As they walked silently through the streets, the artificial cold seemed to seep into their system, the world around them growing quieter with each step. The weight of the situation hung over them, and they couldn’t shake the feeling that they had failed. Demir was being locked away for something he couldn’t control, and they couldn’t stop it.

"I’m so sorry, Demir," Rian whispered, his voice barely audible in the empty streets. "We tried. We really tried."

Neyan nodded, his expression empty. "I know. But it wasn’t enough."

The walk to their homes felt long, each step dragging them further into a world that had changed forever. When they finally reached Rian’s house, they didn’t say anything more. They both knew that nothing they said would make it better. 

Inside, Rian sat down, his hands trembling as he stared at the floor. He tried to picture Demir—his face, his smile, the confidence that once radiated from him—but it was hard to hold onto now. It felt like a dream, a memory of someone who wasn’t coming back.

Neyan sat beside him, and for the first time, the two of them let the silence stretch on, broken only by their quiet, uncontrollable sobs.

Chapter Text

Meanwhile, Demir, dressed in an orange jumpsuit, his once-proud red fez still perched atop his head, is dragged through the grim, cold hallways of Titan’s Gate Prison. The harsh clang of metal doors shutting behind him resonates in his ears, a sound that feels like the final seal of his fate. Titan's Gate is infamous across Copper-9, a high-security prison where the worst of the worst are kept—those whose reputations are as notorious as the iron bars that imprison them. The air smells metallic, tinged with the scent of oil and rust, as if the walls themselves are holding onto the violence and despair of those trapped within.

Demir’s steps echo down the hall, the clinking of his handcuffs a cruel reminder of his new reality. His heart races with anxiety, guilt, and a bitter sense of defeat, but there's something else lurking beneath it all: fear. Fear of being forgotten, of being left to rot in this place with nothing but the memories of what he’d done and the knowledge that no one—no one—understood that it wasn’t him. 

The guards shove him roughly into his new cell. The heavy door slides open with a screech, revealing a cramped, poorly lit room. A single bulb flickers above, casting eerie shadows on the cracked walls. The faint smell of oil and grime lingers in the air. It’s cold here. Too cold.

His new cellmate, a towering worker drone named Bater, is already seated on the top bunk. His body is massive, built like a wall of metal and muscle. He looks like he could kill five murder drones in a second without breaking a sweat. His mechanical eyes gleam coldly as he sizes up Demir, his gaze sharp and calculating. It’s a look that could freeze anyone in their tracks, and Demir can’t help but feel the chill run through his frame.

Demir checks his tag on his chest and his name is Bater, Bater says nothing, but the weight of his stare feels like a challenge. Demir drops onto the bottom bunk, trying to appear nonchalant, but the truth is, he’s trembling. He pulls his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them for comfort as he stares at the floor, unable to meet Bater’s gaze. He sighs softly, the sound heavy with guilt and regret. 

Why am I here? he wonders, as the crushing reality of his situation hits him again. He’s still haunted by the images of the massacre he had been forced to commit. The gore, the screams, the oil—their oil—dripping down like blood as his body moved against his will, tearing apart innocent worker drones. He couldn’t stop it. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t his fault.

His hands tremble as he rests them on his lap, staring down at his jumpsuit. He’s surrounded by walls of metal, but even here, he feels trapped in his own mind. Demir squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out the memories, but they keep flooding back—the absolute solver, the thing that controlled him. The thing that made him commit the unspeakable.

"Why can’t I remember it?" he mutters softly to himself, the words slipping out before he can stop them. He can still feel the sharp claws, still hear the distorted voice of the Absolute Solver, the grotesque laughter as he tore through that Year 9 class. Demir shakes his head, trying to push the thoughts away.

But it’s all too much. He doesn’t know who he is anymore, not really. Was he the same drone who had laughed with his friends? Who had made plans for the future? Or was he now just a monster, a murderer trapped in a cage? The weight of his actions presses down on him, and he can’t breathe. What if this is all I am now? He feels the familiar ache of loneliness, the isolation of not being understood, not being believed.

From across the room, Bater’s silence continues. Demir can feel the tension in the air, the heavy stillness. Bater has yet to say a word, yet every muscle in Demir’s body feels like it’s being scrutinized, judged. 

After a long, uncomfortable pause, Demir speaks again, his voice quiet and shaky. "I didn’t... I didn’t do it. I didn’t want to do it. You have to believe me."

But Bater doesn’t answer. Instead, he just stares at him, his expression unreadable.

Demir swallows hard, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. The constant gnawing guilt won’t let him go. He keeps hearing the screams in his head, sees the faces of the drones he killed—their cold, dead eyes.

His fingers curl into fists, nails digging into his palms, and for a brief moment, he feels the rising urge to smash something, to break everything in sight. But that’s the Absolute Solver talking, isn’t it? That’s the thing that took over him and made him forget who he really was.

"I’m sorry," he whispers into the cold silence. “I’m sorry.”

Bater’s silence remains, but Demir knows he’s being watched. The cell, the prison—it’s all closing in on him.

Bater grins, his sharp teeth gleaming under the dim light of the cell. His mechanical eyes narrow as he sizes Demir up, an unsettling gleam in his gaze. "So," he begins, his voice low and teasing, "how did you get here, Mr. 'I’m 16 years old'? You don’t look like the type to end up in a place like this." 

Demir’s eyes flicker with irritation, his jaw tightening as he glares back at the larger drone. His hands grip the edge of the bunk, knuckles turning white. “Shut up. It’s none of your business,” he snaps, his voice edged with an underlying tension.

For a moment, Bater’s grin fades, his eyes narrowing with annoyance, a flicker of anger crossing his features. The room feels heavier for a moment, the air thick with unspoken threats. Demir can feel the weight of Bater’s gaze, as if the larger drone is sizing up his next move, waiting for a reaction.

But then, with a sigh, Bater straightens up, his expression shifting into one of nonchalance. He leans back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. “Alright, then,” he mutters, a shrug of indifference passing through his bulky frame. “If you don’t wanna tell, then don’t tell. Doesn’t matter to me.” 

He looks away, clearly not expecting an answer now, but his grin remains. The tension in the room slowly dissipates, leaving an awkward silence hanging between them. Demir exhales, his chest tight, feeling a mix of relief and unease. He doesn’t need to explain himself to anyone—not Bater, not anyone. Still, a small part of him wonders if Bater is sizing him up, judging him for the mistakes he made, or if he’s simply bored and looking for some entertainment.

Demir tries to shake off the feeling, sinking further into the bottom bunk. The cold metal walls of the cell seem to close in on him once more.

Demir’s eyes flutter open, the memories of Rian and Neyan haunting his mind as he shifts uncomfortably on the hard, unforgiving mattress. He sighs deeply, his body tense and restless. Every corner of his cell seems to close in around him, the overwhelming weight of guilt pressing against his chest. His thoughts are consumed by the events that led him here—the murder, the uncontrollable force that took over his body, and the unforgiving fate that landed him in Titan's Gate Prison. 

The sounds of the prison outside his cell fade away, and before he knows it, exhaustion takes hold. He falls into a restless sleep, his mind still reeling with thoughts of his past.

The harsh, shrill clang of a metal door slamming open wakes Demir with a start. His eyes snap open, still blurry from sleep, but the sudden cold air rushing into the cell sharpens his senses. He groggily blinks, the bright lights of the prison searing into his eyes. From the outside, the roar of the guards' morning command echoes down the halls, bouncing off the concrete walls.

"WAKE UP!!"

Bater, already wide awake, sits up on his top bunk with practiced ease. He yawns, stretching his massive arms, his muscles flexing beneath the thin fabric of his orange jumpsuit. His eyes flick over to Demir, who remains oblivious on the bottom bunk. 

The guard outside, frustrated by the delay, steps inside the cell. His eyes narrow at the still-sleeping Demir, and without a second thought, he grabs the wooden stick resting by his side. He swings it down, landing a sharp crack across Demir’s back.

“WAKE UP!”

The pain hits like a bolt of lightning. Demir’s body jerks upright involuntarily, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat. “AHHH! OWWW! OW, FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK?!” he screams, his voice high-pitched and raw with pain. His hands fly to his back, clutching at the spot where the stick hit, his body trembling from the shock. His core races, adrenaline flooding his system as his CPU scrambles to catch up with the brutal reality of what just happened.

Bater glances over at Demir, his expression unchanged. He had seen it all before. He’s been here long enough to know how the prison operates, and it’s always the newcomers who get the worst of it.

The officer stands over Demir with a cruel smirk, the stick still held in his gloved hand. “Get up, you lazy piece of scrap!” he barks, his tone dripping with disdain. His eyes burn with impatience, clearly enjoying the discomfort he’s caused. 

Demir stumbles to his feet, still shaking from the blow. He stands awkwardly, his body still reeling from the pain, trying to keep himself upright. His hands clench into fists at his sides as he looks up at the officer, eyes flashing with a mix of confusion, anger, and something deeper—fear. Fear of this place, fear of the future, and fear of what’s happened to him. But he’s too scared to voice it, so he swallows his pride, gritting his teeth.

Bater, still lounging on the top bunk, snickers quietly under his breath. “Told you, newbie,” he mutters, almost like a warning.

Demir doesn’t respond. His heart hammers in his chest, the sound so loud in his ears that he feels like everyone can hear it. His mind is racing, the reality of his situation settling in like an iron weight on his shoulders. The guard’s voice breaks through his thoughts.

“Get moving, or I’ll make your day worse than it already is,” the officer threatens, turning toward the door, clearly eager to start the routine. 

Demir, still feeling the sting of the blow and trying to keep his emotions in check, nods silently. He shuffles out of the cell, his legs feeling like they’re made of lead, while Bater watches with mild interest. 

Outside, the hallways of Titan's Gate are as cold and sterile as the cell, a maze of gray walls and flickering lights. Demir takes slow, shaky steps, still rattled by the experience, but trying to hold himself together. He’s got nothing left. No friends, no purpose… just a future as a prisoner in this godforsaken place.

As he walks past the other cells, he can hear the murmur of voices, some soft, some harsh. But none of it matters. His only focus now is surviving the next moment, then the next, and the next. Anything beyond that is too much to bear.

Bater follows behind him, still silently observing, his eyes calculating, as if sizing Demir up. But Demir can feel his presence like a shadow.

Demir walks down the sterile, gray hallway, the sound of his footsteps echoing against the cold walls. The clanging of distant doors and the occasional shout from guards fills the air, a constant reminder that he's no longer free. He reaches the cafeteria, a large, brightly lit room filled with rows of metal tables and harsh fluorescent lights. The smell of industrial food lingers in the air, nauseating and unfamiliar.

He approaches the serving counter, where a sludgy, grayish mass is being ladled into trays. The food is a dull, unappetizing sludge—batteroatmeal, the worker drone version of oatmeal, but it looks anything but edible. The mush is overcooked and soupy, and the smell alone is enough to make Demir gag. He stares at the tray in front of him, his stomach turning in protest.

“What is this shit?!” Demir spits out, his voice sharp with disgust. The sight alone is enough to make his throat close up. The sticky, gloppy texture of the batteroatmeal reminds him of something that shouldn’t belong anywhere near a food tray, let alone his stomach.

Bater, sitting a few tables away, looks up from his meal with a half-smirk, chewing slowly. His eyes gleam with a mix of amusement and indifference as he watches Demir’s reaction. “What’d you expect? A five-star meal?” he says through a mouthful of food, his voice muffled by the chew. “Nah, mate. This is prison. Get used to it.” He takes another large bite, clearly unfazed by the slop he’s eating.

Demir, trying to hold back the bile rising in his throat, grabs a spoon and scoops a small bite of the disgusting oatmeal. He hesitates for a moment, staring at the mush on his spoon, wondering if he can even manage to swallow it. But the hunger gnawing at him is stronger than his disgust, so he reluctantly brings the spoon to his mouth.

The moment the oatmeal hits his tongue, Demir immediately regrets his decision. The texture is slimy and cloying, and the taste is beyond foul—a mixture of something burnt and rancid. His stomach lurches violently, and before he can stop it, he spits out the bite and stumbles toward the nearest bin.

With a gag, he vomits the contents of his stomach into the trash, the horrible taste still lingering on his tongue. He braces himself against the bin, trembling slightly as his body fights to expel the foul meal. The sound of his retching echoes through the cafeteria, drawing a few curious glances from other prisoners, but Demir barely notices. His mind is consumed by the horror of what he just ate, and the reality of his life in prison settling in deeper with every moment.

Bater, still chewing, glances over at him with a mixture of sympathy and disdain. “Told you it wasn’t worth it,” he says casually, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Prison food’s like that. It's not about taste, it's about surviving." 

Demir doesn't respond. He can’t bring himself to say anything, his stomach still twisting with the memory of the taste. Instead, he just stands there for a moment, breathing heavily, before finally straightening up and wiping his mouth. His face is pale, but he tries to push the lingering nausea aside. He’s used to dealing with worse, after all. 

But even here, in this cold, dark place, some things still feel like too much to bear.

Demir stares at the tray of batteroatmeal in front of him, his stomach churning at the memory of the single bite he forced himself to swallow earlier. He pushes the tray away with a look of utter disgust. “I’m not eating this,” he mutters, the thought of another taste making him gag slightly.

Across the table, Bater watches him with a sly grin, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he scoops another bite of his own oatmeal into his mouth. The older worker drone leans back in his seat, his posture casual but his expression amused. “If you’re not eating that…” he says, nodding toward Demir’s untouched tray, “mind if I take it? Waste not, want not.”

Demir glances at Bater, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously?” he asks, his tone a mix of disbelief and mild irritation. “You actually want this?”

Bater shrugs, his grin widening as he leans forward, his tray now empty. “Prison food ain’t a buffet, kid. You learn to make do. So, what’s it gonna be?” he asks, his voice teasing but his eyes serious.

Demir sighs heavily, leaning back in his seat and gesturing toward the tray with a wave of his hand. “Fine, take it. Have it all you want,” he says flatly, folding his arms across his chest.

Without hesitation, Bater grabs the tray and pulls it toward him, practically drooling at the extra helping. “Much obliged,” he says with mock politeness before diving in, his spoon scraping noisily against the tray as he devours the batteroatmeal with gusto.

Demir watches him for a moment, a mix of revulsion and fascination crossing his face. “You know,” he says dryly, “you look like you’re actually enjoying that.”

Bater looks up mid-bite, oil dripping from the corner of his mouth as he grins. “Survival skill,” he says with a chuckle, pointing his spoon at Demir. “You’re new here, so you’ll learn. You either eat what they give you or starve, and trust me, starving’s worse.”

Demir shakes his head and looks away, muttering under his breath, “Rather starve.” But as he glances around the bleak cafeteria, filled with drones hardened by the harsh environment of Titan’s Gate, he wonders how long he’ll be able to keep that resolve.

As they sit in the cold, metallic cafeteria, the dull hum of conversations and the clatter of trays fills the air. Bater, now finished with his second helping of batteroatmeal, leans back with a satisfied sigh. He eyes Demir with curiosity and a touch of seriousness.

“So,” Bater begins, his tone lighter than the topic he’s about to broach. “How’d you end up in this lovely establishment, huh?”

Demir stiffens, his gaze dropping to the scratched surface of the table. He hesitates, his jaw tightening as if weighing whether to speak. “I got in here because…” Bater starts to say, but his voice falters. His usual grin fades, and his head lowers, a rare vulnerability showing through. “…Because my so-called friend blamed me for a murder he committed.”

Demir looks up, surprised by the sudden confession. He hadn’t expected Bater to share anything personal, let alone something so raw. “That’s…” Demir hesitates, unsure of what to say. “…That’s messed up.”

Bater shrugs, trying to play it off, but there’s a flicker of pain in his expression. “Yeah, well, life’s messed up, kid,” he says, his voice quieter than usual. “But I’m here now, and that’s that.”

Demir sighs, guilt gnawing at him as he sees a flicker of sincerity in Bater’s usually sharp demeanor. “Fine,” Demir mutters after a pause, deciding to open up in return. “I got in here because…something controlled me.” His voice wavers, the memories flooding back. “It made me kill…twenty-two people. And I—I drank their oil.”

Bater’s eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t recoil. Instead, he nods slowly, his expression unreadable. “Damn,” he says after a moment, his voice quiet. “That’s… heavy.”

Demir clenches his fists, his head sinking lower. “I didn’t want to. I couldn’t stop it. But no one believes me. Everyone thinks it was me.”

Bater leans forward, his tone unexpectedly calm. “Look, I don’t know what controlled you or how it happened. But I know guilt when I see it,” he says. “And you? You’ve got guilt written all over you. That doesn’t come from being a cold-blooded killer.”

Demir looks up, his eyes meeting Bater’s. There’s no mockery in the older drone’s gaze, just a rare moment of understanding. “I feel bad for you, kid,” Bater says simply. “But feeling bad doesn’t change where we are now. What matters is what you do next.”

Demir nods faintly, the weight of his situation still crushing, but Bater’s unexpected empathy offering the smallest glimmer of solace.

Demir’s eyes flicker with a newfound intensity, his lips curling into a confident smirk as he leans closer to Bater, his voice low but charged with energy. “Hey... wanna escape this place?” he asks, his tone dripping with both mischief and determination.

Bater looks up from his tray, his expression caught between disbelief and mild amusement. “Escape? You gotta be joking,” he says, crossing his arms as he leans back. “Have you seen this place? Titan’s Gate isn’t just any prison—it’s a fortress. No one gets out.”

Demir narrows his eyes, the smirk on his face growing wider. “Exactly. That’s why I’m not talking about sneaking out. I’m talking about creating a distraction so big, they’ll never see us leaving.”

Bater’s expression turns skeptical. “A distraction? What kind of distraction are we talking about here?”

“A riot,” Demir says bluntly, his voice steady, his eyes glinting with a dangerous sort of confidence. “This whole place is a powder keg. You’ve seen how tense everyone is. It won’t take much to push it over the edge. We start a riot, get the guards scrambling to contain it, and then we make our move.”

Bater leans forward now, curiosity overcoming his doubt. “And how, exactly, do we ‘make our move’? You got more than just big talk to back this up, right?”

Demir nods, laying out the details with a precision that surprises even Bater. “While everyone’s busy tearing each other apart, we take down two guards—quick and quiet. We strip their uniforms, put them on, and stroll out of here like we belong. The guards won’t question us in the chaos. Then we grab one of their police cars from the lot and drive out of this dump.”

Bater blinks, staring at Demir in stunned silence for a moment before breaking into a disbelieving chuckle. “You’re insane. That plan’s got more holes than a Murder Drone victim. And let’s not forget—you don’t even know how to drive.”

Demir waves the concern off with an almost comical shrug. “Details, details. I’ll figure it out. All I need is someone who’s got my back when it all goes down. So what do you say? You in?”

Bater studies him for a long moment, his grin returning slowly. “You’ve got guts, kid. Stupid guts, but guts nonetheless. Alright, I’ll bite. Let’s see if you can pull this madness off. I’ll back you up—but don’t get us killed.”

Demir leans back, his confidence unwavering. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this. Titan’s Gate won’t know what hit it.”

A few hours later, during break time, the prisoners are let outside into the desolate prison yard. The scene is a grim testament to Titan’s Gate’s unforgiving reputation. The yard is surrounded by high, reinforced walls topped with electrified razor wire that hums ominously. Rusted spotlights perch on guard towers like vultures, scanning the area with cold, mechanical precision. The cracked asphalt underfoot is dotted with patches of oil stains and scorch marks from past altercations, while the sparse patches of dirt are trampled into lifeless dust. The air is thick with the smell of burnt circuits and stale machinery, and the faint buzz of a distant generator adds to the oppressive atmosphere.

Drones of all shapes and sizes mill about in their orange jumpsuits, their expressions ranging from sullen to aggressive. A group plays a rough game of basketball near the lopsided hoop with its bent rim and flaking paint. Others lean against the fences, whispering in conspiratorial tones or simply glaring at their surroundings. Fights break out sporadically, quickly extinguished by nearby guards armed with electrified batons. It’s a powder keg waiting to explode.

Demir steps onto the yard, scanning the scene. He picks up a battered basketball that rolls toward him, the ball’s surface scuffed and peeling. He begins to juggle it with his feet, each bounce precise and rhythmic. His movements draw attention, heads turning to watch the small worker drone with surprising finesse. Demir spots Bater lounging near the fence, his large frame casting a shadow over a group of smaller prisoners.

“Hey, Bater!” Demir calls out, his voice cutting through the hum of activity.

Bater’s optics shift toward him, the drone straightening slightly. “What do you want now, kid?” he asks, his tone half-curious, half-annoyed.

Demir smirks, the basketball bouncing lightly between his hands. “I need your expertise,” he says, stopping in front of Bater. “How do you start a riot in this place?”

Bater raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Why do you want to know that?” he asks, crossing his arms.

“Remember the plan?!” Demir replies cryptically.

Bater chuckles, shaking his head. “It’s simple, really. You pick a fight with someone big. Make it loud, make it messy. The rest will lose it and start throwing punches. This place is a pressure cooker. You just need to light the fuse.”

Demir tilts his head, processing the advice. His eyes sweep the yard until they settle on a hulking drone standing near the basketball court—a brute with a scarred visor and an intimidating presence. The other prisoners keep their distance, clearly aware of his reputation.

“Got it,” Demir says with a smirk. He strides toward the brute, the basketball still bouncing rhythmically.

The tall drone notices Demir’s approach and sneers, his towering frame casting a long shadow. “What do you want, shrimp?” he growls, his voice like grinding metal.

Demir stops just short of him, crossing his arms. “What do I want? I want to know what a pest like you is doing here.”

The insult lands like a shockwave. The yard goes silent for a moment before erupting into murmurs and chants of, “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

The brute’s sneer twists into a snarl. “HEY! WHO YOU CALLIN’ A PEST?!” he roars, stepping forward.

Demir doesn’t flinch. “I’m calling you a pest,” he says coldly, his voice steady and dripping with disdain.

The brute lunges, but Demir is quicker. He sidesteps the attack, grabs the larger drone’s arm, and twists it with surprising strength. In one fluid motion, he slams the brute onto the cracked asphalt with a resounding clang. The crowd erupts into cheers and jeers as Demir stomps on the downed drone’s torso five times, each blow echoing like a hammer striking an anvil. Oil sprays across the ground, dark and viscous, as the brute lets out a groan of pain.

The yard descends into chaos. Prisoners rush into the fray, fists flying and voices shouting. Guards stationed along the perimeter spring into action, barking orders and firing stun rounds into the brawling crowd. The air is filled with the cacophony of scuffling metal, crackling batons, and the occasional scream.

Amid the chaos, Demir locks eyes with Bater, who nods in understanding. The two move quickly through the melee, using the disorder to their advantage. They spot two guards struggling to break up a fight near the rusted exercise equipment. Without hesitation, Demir and Bater close in. 

Demir delivers a swift punch to the back of one guard’s head, sending him crumpling to the ground. Bater grabs the other guard in a chokehold, squeezing until the drone goes limp. They drag the unconscious guards into a maintenance shed at the edge of the yard. Inside, the dimly lit space is cluttered with tools, spare parts, and old uniforms. The air is thick with the smell of grease and rust, the faint hum of a distant generator adding an ominous backdrop to their escape attempt.

“Alright, let’s suit up,” Bater says, tossing one of the uniforms to Demir.

Demir examines the guard’s uniform, his eyes narrowing as he picks up the helmet. He hesitates, clutching the rim of his fez—a gift from his father and one of the last pieces of home he has left. His hands tremble slightly as he looks at it, his mind briefly flashing back to happier times before everything fell apart.

“I don’t want to take it off,” Demir mutters, his voice tinged with frustration and sadness. “This... this is from my dad.”

Bater rolls his eyes but softens his tone slightly. “Kid, I get it, but if we don’t wear these, we’re not getting out of here. It’s not forever—just for now.”

Demir lets out an annoyed whine, gripping the fez tightly. “This sucks,” he mutters, his voice almost petulant. After a moment of internal struggle, he carefully places the fez in the police vest hes wearing, ensuring it won’t be damaged. “Fine, but it better still be here when I come back,” he says, pointing at Bater as if blaming him for the situation.

“Yeah, yeah, it’ll be here,” Bater replies, already fastening his uniform. “Now hurry up. We don’t have all day.”

Demir reluctantly dons the oversized uniform, the fabric hanging loosely on his smaller frame. The helmet is far too large for his head, and it wobbles slightly as he moves. “This thing is ridiculous,” he grumbles, adjusting it repeatedly. 

“Stop whining,” Bater snaps, tightening the gloves on his hands. “It’s not a fashion show.”

Stepping out of the shed, they blend into the chaos around them, walking with deliberate confidence toward the gate. Guards rush past them, shouting orders and trying to quell the riot, too preoccupied to notice the two disguised prisoners. 

Demir’s smirk is hidden beneath the ill-fitting helmet, but his voice carries a note of triumph as he whispers to Bater, “Phase one complete.”

Disguised as guards, Demir and Bater navigate the dimly lit hallways of the prison, their borrowed uniforms granting them access to restricted areas. The walls are grimy, with patches of peeling paint and flickering fluorescent lights casting eerie shadows. The faint hum of surveillance cameras fills the air, but the two move with purpose, clutching the set of keys swiped from the unconscious officers.

“Where to?” Demir whispers.

“The break room,” Bater replies, his voice low but firm. “If we’re gonna make this look legit, we need to blend in.”

They find the special police break room tucked at the end of a corridor, its heavy metal door labeled "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY." Demir unlocks it with a key, and they step inside. The room is surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the prison, with a small kitchenette, a battered sofa, and a table stacked with boxes of battery biscuits and cups of synthetic oil. A faint hum of a vending machine adds an odd sense of normalcy to the space.

Bater wastes no time. He grabs a biscuit, tears off the wrapper, and takes a massive bite. “Mmmmm,” he groans, his voice loud and almost theatrical. “I haven’t had one of these in twelve years!” He chews with gusto, savoring the rare treat.

Demir grabs a biscuit as well, inspecting it before taking a small bite. “Decent,” he says, tilting his head as if critiquing fine cuisine. “Could’ve been better, though.”

Before Bater can retort, the door creaks open, and a real police officer steps in. He’s a tall, broad-shouldered drone with a stern expression, though he relaxes upon seeing the two "guards" lounging. “Busy in here, huh?” the officer remarks, grabbing a cup of oil from the counter. “You two hear about the riot? We settled it, but it was a mess out there.”

Demir’s heart races, but he quickly adjusts his stance and adopts a deep, exaggerated police accent. “Hmm, yes, we heard,” he says, forcing a chuckle. “But honestly, we couldn’t be bothered to sort it out. Let the rookies handle it, eh?” He leans against the counter, trying to appear nonchalant.

The officer snorts, a smirk forming on his face. “Hah! Can’t blame you for that. Those prisoners are animals. Let the new guys earn their keep.” He shakes his head, sipping his oil before heading to the sofa.

As the officer turns away, Demir exchanges a quick glance with Bater, a subtle smirk on his face. He takes another bite of his biscuit, inwardly relieved that their disguise seems to be working—for now.

“Alright, tell the officer we’re heading to the car to start our shift.” Demir says with a casual smirk.

“Sure thing, mate. Have a good time,” the officer replies, barely looking up from his tablet. His voice is flat, uninterested, as if this were just another routine day.

Demir and Bater exchange a look before striding out of the break room. The harsh fluorescent lights above buzz as they move through the narrow hallways of the prison, the walls cracked and stained from years of neglect. The sound of distant clanging and muffled voices echoes from the cells, but it's otherwise eerily quiet. Every now and then, they pass other guards who give them indifferent nods, too preoccupied with their own tasks to notice anything unusual.

Demir smirks as they walk past the cells, his eyes meeting the gaze of the prisoners behind bars. He sticks his tongue out at them, an act of defiance, and Bater chuckles, shaking his head. "You're playing with fire, Demir."

"Just making the best of it," Demir responds, his tone dripping with confidence. “If we’re stuck here, we might as well enjoy the ride.”

The hallway stretches on, winding through more layers of steel and concrete, until they finally reach the steel door that leads into the prison’s car park. The door creaks open, revealing rows of police vehicles under the harsh artificial lighting. The air is thick with the smell of oil and rubber, a constant reminder of the mechanical world they’re trapped in. 

Demir’s eyes scan the lot, landing on a dark, sleek police car tucked away toward the back. The car is parked under a flickering light, casting long shadows across its polished surface. It’s one of the newest models—built to withstand the roughest conditions of the dome. His heart starts racing as he walks toward it, the familiar weight of tension settling in his chest.

“Here we go,” Demir mutters, stopping in front of the vehicle. He hesitates for a moment, his hand hovering over the door handle. His stomach churns with nerves, but he forces himself to push the doubt aside. 

Bater slides into the passenger seat, settling in without a second thought. Demir, still standing by the driver’s side, breathes out slowly, his hand gripping the door. “I’ve never driven before, but it’ll be fine,” he mutters to himself. 

He opens the door and slides into the driver's seat, his fingers trembling as he adjusts the seat and checks the controls. His eyes dart across the dashboard, scanning the various switches and buttons. It looks simple enough—just enough to make it look like he knows what he's doing.

Bater gives him a quick glance. “You’ll be fine. Just don’t wreck it.”

Demir glances over at Bater, his lips pressing into a thin line. With a deep breath, he starts the engine. The car roars to life beneath him, vibrating slightly as the hum of the engine fills the car. It’s louder than expected, but there’s something comforting about it. Demir shifts the car into gear, and for a moment, everything seems to freeze.

He presses the accelerator slowly, and the car lurches forward with a loud screech of tires. His hands grip the wheel tighter as they move through the parking garage, passing a few guards who pay no attention to them. The car rolls smoothly, but Demir can feel the weight of every movement—like the world is holding its breath with him.

"Shit," he mutters under his breath as they finally break free from the parking garage and roll out onto the wide, concrete road that stretches toward the edge of the prison. The overhead lights flicker, casting everything in a harsh, sterile glow. The towering walls of Titan’s Gate Prison loom behind them, a cold reminder of what they’ve left behind.

“We’re out!” Demir exclaims, his voice a mix of relief and disbelief. 

Bater lets out a low whistle, leaning back in his seat with a grin. “Now this is freedom, mate.”

Demir presses the pedal harder, and the car accelerates, gliding down the wide road that leads away from the prison. The air inside the car is stuffy, but outside, there’s nothing but the towering concrete walls of the dome, blocking out any glimpse of the sky. There is no sun here, no clouds—just the constant, artificial light of the dome’s infrastructure.

“Feels weird,” Demir says softly, his eyes flicking toward the dimly lit artificial horizon. “Like we’re in a never-ending night.”

Bater chuckles. “That’s the dome life, mate. No sun, no sky. Just us and the concrete.”

Demir’s hands are steady now, the thrill of the escape coursing through his veins. The road is empty, the only sounds being the hum of the engine and the tires rolling over the concrete. He leans back slightly, his grin spreading across his face as he looks ahead, the prison now far behind them.

For the first time in a long while, Demir feels free.

“So,” Demir says, his voice low but curious. “Where do you want to go?”

Bater glances over at him, a small, almost imperceptible smirk on his face. “At 43 Solaris Road,” he replies flatly.

Demir raises an eyebrow, glancing out the window at the cityscape beyond, the towering buildings and industrial structures stretching endlessly under the dome. “Weird. That’s close to the road where my school was,” Demir remarks, his tone somewhat distant as he thinks back to those days.

Bater shrugs nonchalantly. “I’m going there because the friend who accused me lives there.” His voice is steady, but there's a slight edge to it, a hint of old resentment lingering beneath the surface.

Demir grins, a genuine, mischievous smile spreading across his face. “Hell yeah! Kick his ass,” he says, his excitement clear as he leans back in his seat, giving Bater a playful look.

Bater smirks, though there's a trace of seriousness in his expression. “I will. I’ll make him regret it.”

The drive is mostly silent after that, the car humming steadily as they weave through the roads. The towering structures of the dome grow more familiar as they approach the neighborhood. The streets are quiet, almost eerily so, with only the occasional drone buzzing by in the distance.

After about 30 minutes, the car finally comes to a stop in front of a small, dilapidated building at 43 Solaris Road. The road is lined with old, rusting infrastructure, and the buildings look like they’ve been here for decades, neglected and worn down by time.

Demir shifts in his seat, his hand resting on the steering wheel as he looks at Bater. “Well... this is where you get out?”

Bater nods, a look of determination in his eyes. “Yeah. This is where I make things right.”

Demir smiles again, but this time there’s a softness to it, an unspoken understanding. “Good luck, Bater.”

Bater opens the car door and steps out, his boots crunching against the gravel as he walks away without a word. Demir watches him go, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie, but he doesn’t let it linger. The engine hums softly, and as Bater disappears down the street, Demir pulls away, heading in the opposite direction, the weight of the day’s events starting to sink in.

Demir’s thoughts swirl in a torrent as he drives through the dome’s endless concrete paths. His hands grip the wheel tighter than necessary, his palms sweaty with a mixture of anticipation and dread. He knows what he’s about to do isn’t easy, and he’s already feeling the weight of it pressing on his chest. He’s heading straight to Rian’s house, the place where everything once felt familiar, where he still holds the memories of friendship before the chaos. He knows Rian’s parents are always away at work—perfect timing, or so he tells himself. The truth is, he isn’t sure what he expects once he sees Rian again, but he knows he can’t leave things like this.

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Demir parks the car a little way from the house, and for a moment, he just sits there. The engine’s idle hum is the only sound in the silence, and he tries to collect his thoughts. He looks up at Rian’s house: a sleek, modern mansion that looks almost out of place, towering above the other structures in the area. The sharp angles and reflective windows give it a cold, imposing look. Orange LED lights flicker around the exterior, casting long shadows as Halloween decorations hang from the front porch. Fake cobwebs drape over the entryway, and glowing jack-o'-lanterns flicker on the yard—an eerie, almost mocking contrast to the heaviness in the air.

Demir doesn’t hesitate any longer. He steps out of the car, his boots crunching against the gravel as he walks toward the front door. He stops in front of the high-tech doorbell, which buzzes to life the moment his finger presses the button. The small camera embedded in the frame activates, and Demir sees his own tired reflection in the screen before a voice crackles from the speaker.

“Hello?” Rian’s voice comes through, thick with exhaustion but unmistakable. There’s something different in his tone, though. It’s quieter, more subdued—like he’s carrying a burden, a weight that wasn’t there the last time Demir heard his voice. It stabs at Demir’s chest, making his stomach twist uncomfortably.

“Rian. It’s me. Demir,” he says softly, his voice trembling slightly as he speaks.

There’s a pause on the other end. A long, stretching silence. Then Rian’s voice breaks through again, sharper this time, laced with disbelief and surprise. “Really?!”

The door unlocks with a click, and it swings open. Rian stands there in the doorway, eyes wide with shock, his face a mixture of confusion and hope. But when he sees Demir in the police uniform, something flickers in his gaze—confusion, fear, and a tinge of something else Demir can’t quite place. He’s not ready for the look of genuine concern that crosses Rian’s face.

“But… how?” Rian asks, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes scanning Demir, searching for some explanation.

Demir can’t help but grin—though it’s a grin tinged with sadness, a bitter edge to the joy that still manages to find its way to his lips. “I escaped,” he says, trying to make it sound like a simple thing, like it’s all just part of the plan. But he knows it’s not that easy. It’s never that easy.

Without another word, Rian steps forward and pulls him into an embrace. It’s unexpected, but Demir doesn’t resist, even though the hug feels too tight, too warm, too familiar. For a moment, Demir just stands there, feeling Rian’s arms around him, feeling the way Rian holds onto him like a lifeline. Rian’s voice trembles as he speaks into Demir’s shoulder, muffled but urgent. “Never leave me. Please, Demir.”

Demir’s heart aches, but he doesn’t know how to respond. His arms remain stiff at his sides, unsure of how to reciprocate the emotion. He’s always been the one to keep others at arm’s length, afraid of what might happen if they get too close.

But Rian doesn’t let go, and for a long moment, neither does Demir.

Finally, Demir pulls away, his chest heavy with something he can’t name. “Rian… I came here to tell you that I’m… leaving the dome.” His words come out shakier than he intends, and he curses himself for it.

Rian freezes, his eyes wide in disbelief. “What? No… what do you mean? You’re not leaving.”

Demir swallows hard, his throat tight. He turns his gaze away, his fists clenching at his sides. “I have to, Rian. It’s for everyone’s safety.”

Rian’s face falls, and his voice grows harder. “What are you talking about? You can’t just leave! Why?” His frustration is evident, his fists balled at his sides, his jaw tight with emotion.

Demir looks back at him, his heart pounding in his chest. “I can’t stay here anymore. There are things I have to do—things I need to finish. There’s a plan, Rian. I’m going after the murder drones… all of them. I have to make them pay.”

Rian stares at him, his eyes full of pain and disbelief. “You’re insane. You can’t do this. We… we can figure this out. We don’t need you to do this alone.” His voice cracks as he speaks, and it’s as if everything Demir has ever known about their friendship is suddenly upended.

Demir’s chest tightens. He feels his resolve starting to crack. “Rian, I—”

“No,” Rian interrupts, his voice rising. “You’re not leaving. I won’t let you. You can’t just run off and do this on your own. You’re not alone, Demir. Not anymore.”

Demir’s breath hitches in his throat. His fists shake at his sides as he watches Rian, his face full of raw emotion, his eyes desperate. “I don’t want you to die. I don’t want Neyan to die. Please… just understand. I’m doing this for you—for everyone.”

But Rian steps forward, his face hardening with determination. “No. I’m not going to lose you. You’re not leaving, Demir.”

The words hang between them, thick with unspoken emotion. Demir feels the weight of Rian’s gaze, the intensity of his refusal. It’s like the entire world has shifted, and for a moment, Demir isn’t sure if he can hold on anymore. But the fear of losing Rian, of putting him in danger, is too much to bear. He has to leave. He has to protect them. Even if it means walking away from everything.

And yet, as Rian stands there, resolute in his refusal to let Demir go, a small part of Demir wishes he could stay. A small part of him wishes he could just leave it all behind and stay with his friend.

But for now, he knows he has to walk away.

Demir steps back, breaking free from Rian’s grip, his heart pounding in his chest. His breath comes in ragged gasps, chest tight with the weight of what he’s about to say. The fear, the guilt, the overwhelming sense of helplessness—all of it crashes over him like a tidal wave. He can't hold it in any longer. 

“No, Rian. I can’t!” Demir shouts, his voice shaking with frustration and fear. “I can’t stay. You don’t understand! I can’t put you in danger again! You don’t know what it’s like—what I’ve done. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Rian’s eyes widen, the shock and hurt flickering across his face like a cold wind. For a moment, it looks like he’s about to say something, but Demir doesn’t give him the chance. He’s shaking now, his hands balled into fists at his sides, his voice rising in pitch.

“I can’t do this again, Rian! I won’t let that thing inside me take over again! You saw what happened. You saw what I did to those drones! What if I lose control again? What if I hurt you? What if I hurt Neyan?!” Demir’s voice cracks, raw and broken, and he can feel the tears threatening to spill. He presses his palms against his eyes, trying to push them back, but they won’t stop. “I don’t want to be a monster, but that’s what I’ll become if I stay.”

Rian takes a step toward him, his expression a mixture of disbelief and hurt, but there’s something else there too—something more. A quiet determination.

“Demir, listen to me!” Rian’s voice is tight, but the urgency in it makes Demir freeze. “You’re not a monster. You’re not the one who did that. It wasn’t you who killed those drones. It was that thing was controlling you. That’s not you. That’s not who you are!”

Demir shakes his head, backing away. “I don’t know that, Rian! You don’t get it. It was me. I felt it. I felt the control slipping away, and I couldn’t stop it! What if I go out there and hurt you? What if I kill you? I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.” 

Rian looks like he’s been struck, the words hitting him harder than anything else Demir could have said. His face crumbles for a second, the pain in his eyes sharper than anything Demir could have imagined. “But… but you can  control it. I know you can. You’re not alone in this, Demir. You don’t have to fight it by yourself.”

Demir lets out a bitter laugh, though there’s no humor in it. “You don’t understand, Rian. You think I can just turn it off? You think I can just… stop? You’re wrong. I can’t control it. I don’t control it.”

Rian steps forward, desperation in his eyes, his hands trembling. “Then let me help you, Demir! We can figure this out together. I know we can. Please, just give me a chance to help you. You’re my friend. You’re our Demir, and I won’t just let you walk away like this. I won’t lose you again!”

The words hit Demir like a punch to the gut, but they don’t break through the walls he’s built around himself. “I don’t want your help,” Demir spits out, the anger and the fear clawing at him. “You don’t get it! You don’t know what it’s like to lose control! To hurt everyone you care about. I can’t let that happen to you. I can’t be the one who does it.”

Rian’s face twists in hurt, and for a second, it feels like the world is collapsing around Demir. But he can’t back down. He can’t.

“I’m not asking you to control it alone,” Rian says, his voice breaking, his hands trembling. “I’m not asking you to be perfect, Demir. I’m just asking you to trust me. To trust us. You’re not a monster. Please, don’t leave. Don’t shut me out.”

Demir looks away, his heart pounding so hard it’s almost suffocating. The words are there, stuck in his throat. He wants to believe Rian, wants to believe that he can make it out of this mess, that he doesn’t have to be alone in this fight. But the fear is too great. The guilt is too suffocating. And the thought of hurting his friends again... it’s too much.

“I’m sorry, Rian,” Demir whispers, his voice trembling. “I have to go. It’s the only way I can keep you safe. It’s the only way anyone is safe.”

Rian’s eyes widen in disbelief. “No. No, Demir. You don’t get to decide that! You don’t get to decide what’s safe for me!” He’s shouting now, his voice breaking, but he doesn’t stop. “I don’t care if you’re scared, I don’t care if you think you can’t control it. I’m not going to let you run away. I’m not going to let you push me away!”

Demir flinches, his hands pressed against his chest like he’s trying to keep his own heart from breaking. “I’m doing this for you, Rian. Don’t you see? I’m doing this because I love you both. I love you and Neyan, and I can’t lose either of you.”

Digital tears spill down Rian’s visor as he shakes his head. “You’re not losing us, Demir. You’re not going to lose me. You’re not alone.”

Demir steps back, his chest heaving, but his resolve is unshakable. “I am. I’m alone, and I’ll always be alone. Because if I stay, I will hurt you. And I can’t live with that.” He turns, his feet heavy as they carry him toward the door.

Rian’s voice is strained as he calls out, his words breaking in the air. “Don’t go, Demir. Please… don’t leave.”

But Demir doesn’t stop. He doesn’t turn around. Because if he does, he knows he’ll break.

Demir’s footsteps falter as he approaches the police car, each step weighing heavier than the last. He can feel the cold metal of the car in his hands, but it feels distant, foreign, as though it belongs to someone else. The world around him blurs, his vision clouded by a storm of conflicting emotions—regret, guilt, fear. He stops for a brief moment, just a few feet away from the car, his chest tight, lungs fighting for breath.

He hears Rian’s voice again, but it’s muffled, as if it’s coming from a great distance. His name. His desperation. But Demir silences it. He has to. He can’t let himself be pulled back into the world he’s trying to escape. Not now. Not like this.

He forces his body into the driver’s seat, his hands trembling as he grips the wheel. The steering wheel feels cold beneath his fingers, a stark contrast to the fire raging in his chest. The silence of the car is suffocating, pressing in on him, making him feel smaller than he already does. He glances in the rearview mirror, catching the briefest glimpse of Rian—still sitting there on the curb, head bowed, his shoulders shaking, defeated. 

It’s the look in Rian’s eyes that kills him. He’s not crying, not yet, but Demir knows that inside, Rian’s heart is breaking. And Demir is the one who shattered it.

He doesn’t want to leave him. Every instinct in him screams to run back, to tell Rian he was wrong, that he doesn’t have to leave, that they can fight this together. But deep down, Demir knows that’s a lie. He’s too dangerous. He’s afraid of what he could become if he stays, afraid of what might happen if he loses control again. He can’t put Rian through that.

With a shaky exhale, Demir slams the car into gear. The engine roars to life, the sound a harsh contrast to the fragile silence he’s just broken. His foot slams down on the gas pedal, the car jerking forward with a sharp burst of speed. The tires screech against the pavement, the noise a grim soundtrack to his departure. But even as the car accelerates, even as the road stretches out before him, Demir feels none of the relief he expected. No sense of freedom. Just an overwhelming emptiness, like he’s leaving a piece of himself behind.

The streets blur past, the lights streaking into nothingness as his thoughts spiral. Rian’s face is burned into his mind, his words echoing in Demir’s ears: *“Don’t leave me.”* His heart stutters with each beat, but he doesn’t look back. He can’t. If he does, if he lets himself see the pain in Rian’s eyes, he might break. And then he’ll lose all control.

His hands grip the wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white, but even that doesn’t quell the shaking in his body. The cold air outside doesn’t even register; the only thing he feels is the suffocating weight of his own guilt. The weight of leaving his friend, the only person who still cared about him, behind.

But Demir knows he has to do this. For Rian’s safety. For everyone’s safety.

As he drives, the city lights fade, swallowed by the thickening darkness outside the car. It feels like the world is closing in around him, the pressure of his decision building with each passing second. His breath is shallow, the air thick in his chest, as though his body is rebelling against what his mind has already decided. But there’s no turning back now. The car’s engine roars louder, almost as if to drown out his thoughts, to drown out the guilt gnawing at him from the inside.

The road ahead is long and empty, the sound of the engine and the screeching tires filling the silence that Demir can’t escape. No matter how fast he drives, no matter how far he goes, he knows he won’t outrun the pain. He won’t outrun what he’s left behind. 

And yet, he keeps driving, because it’s the only thing he can do. He can’t let himself look back. Not now. Not when he’s already walked away from everything he’s ever known.

Demir slams his foot on the gas pedal, his heart pounding in his chest as he drives at full speed toward the dome’s massive barrier. The sound of the engine roaring fills his ears as the walls of the dome loom closer and closer. He grips the wheel tightly, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. This was his only chance, his escape. He could already hear the alarms blaring, knowing the guards would be right behind him.

"Come on, come on..." Demir mutters to himself, his eyes fixed on the looming dome wall. With a wild grin on his face, he slams the car into overdrive. The vehicle lurches forward, hurtling toward the impenetrable barrier. In the split second before impact, Demir closes his eyes, bracing himself. 

CRASH!!

The car slams into the dome with a deafening impact, the force shattering the vehicle’s front end and sending sparks flying. The dome wall cracks open as the car’s nose crushes through, creating a jagged hole big enough for Demir to escape. The guards nearby scramble in panic, stunned by the sudden breach. 

Demir doesn’t waste a second. He throws open the car door, stumbling out into the frigid air of the outside world. The snow-covered wasteland of Copper-9 stretches out before him, bleak and desolate. But it’s freedom—his freedom.

As the guards scramble to react, Demir turns and bolts, sprinting toward the edge of the dome. His boots crunch in the snow as the cold bites at him, but he barely notices. He’s moving too fast, adrenaline surging through his system.

Just as the guards start to close in, Demir grits his teeth, feeling the weight of his decision. This is it. He clenches his fists, and with a surge of telekinetic energy, his body jerks forward, propelled by an invisible force. The absolute solver’s power surges through him, sending him rocketing away from the dome and into the vast emptiness beyond.

"See ya, suckers!" Demir shouts, laughing manically as he sprints farther into the wasteland. Behind him, the sounds of the guards' shouts and the alarms fade into the distance.

“Remember the name Demir Akbar!” he yells, his voice echoing through the empty, snow-covered wasteland. He doesn’t know where he’s going or what’s ahead, but for the first time in a long while, he feels a sense of freedom—untethered, unstoppable, and ready for whatever comes next

Finally, Demir had done it—he had escaped the dome. The oppressive walls, the alarms, and the guards were all behind him now, fading into the distance. But even though he had broken free, the reality of his situation began to settle in. 

Still propelled by the raw power of the Absolute Solver, Demir moved faster than any drone should, but the momentum was beginning to wane. The wind howled in his ears as he sprinted across the barren, snow-covered landscape of Copper-9. The air was frigid, biting at the exposed metal of his body, but he barely felt it. 

His breath came in sharp bursts, and his feet moved in a blur, each stride taking him farther from the only life he had ever known. The vast wasteland stretched out in front of him—empty, lifeless, and vast, a stark contrast to the crowded, confined space of the dome. Despite the silence, the weight of his escape, and the looming emptiness, Demir couldn’t shake the feeling that something was chasing him. The fear of being caught by the guards, the uncertainty of the future, all made his heart race faster than before. 

As he slowed, his breath coming more ragged, the force of the telekinetic push began to dissipate. He stumbled slightly, then caught himself, standing still for the first time since breaking out. The sheer isolation hit him—he was truly alone now. The winds of Copper-9 battered his form, and the sight of nothing but snow and barren land made his chest tighten. 

Demir stood there for a moment, his metallic limbs stiff from the sudden stop. He clenched his fists, anger and guilt roiling inside of him, but his mind began to clear. The high from his escape was starting to fade, replaced by a deep, gnawing realization. *I’m free, but at what cost?* 

His escape had cost him everything: his friends, his life in the dome, the guilt of what he had done under the Absolute Solver’s control. But there was no turning back now. 

With a shaky breath, Demir looked around, his eyes narrowing in the harsh, unforgiving light of the wasteland. I have to keep going, he thought, even though he wasn’t sure where. The road ahead was uncertain, and the weight of everything that had happened felt heavier now that he was truly free.

But for the first time in a long time, Demir felt like he could breathe. It wasn’t just freedom—it was his future, and no one could control it but him.

Demir stumbled across an abandoned shed, its wooden walls weathered and beaten by years of neglect. It was tucked away in a forgotten corner of the wasteland, a perfect hiding spot from the prying eyes of the dome’s security. He pushed the rusted door open with a creak, stepping inside, the air musty and stale. 

He didn’t care. Inside the shed, he could finally breathe without fear of someone chasing him or orders from the Absolute Solver. The world felt distant, unreal, like he had slipped out of a nightmare and into a strange new reality. The floor was littered with old tools, broken machinery, and the remnants of forgotten lives—none of it mattered. This was his moment to reclaim something of himself.

With a sigh, Demir slid off the police uniform, letting it fall to the dusty floor. The weight of the clothing felt wrong now, as if it carried a piece of his old life he no longer wanted to hold onto. He didn’t need it anymore. It was a reminder of the prisoner he had been, the facade he had worn. As the fabric hit the ground, he felt the weight of it lift from his shoulders, the oppressive shackles that had been holding him back now gone.

Demir pulled out his old black jacket, the one he had worn before everything had fallen apart. It felt like a small piece of his past, something familiar in this desolate, unforgiving world. His fingers brushed over the smooth fabric before slipping his arms into the sleeves, the cold air of Copper-9 biting at his exposed skin. The jacket fit him like it always had—comfortably, like an old friend.

Then, he reached into his bag, pulling out his father's fez. The small, red hat, worn with time, felt like a lifeline—a connection to everything he had lost. The weight of his father's legacy settled over him, not heavy but grounding. He placed it on his head with a steady hand, its familiar shape and texture a small comfort amidst the chaos.

Standing in front of a cracked mirror on the wall of the shed, Demir took a moment to look at himself. The reflection staring back at him wasn’t the scared boy he had been. It wasn’t the broken drone who had followed orders and been controlled by the Absolute Solver. No, this was a different Demir—one who had escaped the dome, who had taken back his autonomy, and who wasn’t afraid to face whatever came next.

As he adjusted the fez on his head, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He was no longer just surviving. He was ready to fight. 

He took a deep breath, standing taller than he ever had before, the weight of the past still in his chest but now something he could bear. He could take anything now. The wasteland, the unknown future—nothing could break him. Not anymore. 

With one last glance at the shed behind him, Demir stepped out into the open, ready to face the world on his terms

Chapter Text

That fateful day in the dome burned through Demir's mind like a virus, replaying the horrors he could never erase. The moment the Absolute Solver had seized control, the classroom turned into a massacre, the screams of his younger classmates—young, vibrant, alive—reduced to chilling silence. The sight of their mangled, oil-drenched remains, the metallic taste of what he’d been forced to consume, all came flooding back as he slept.  

Demir bolted upright, his crimson eyes wide with terror, glowing faintly in the darkness of the shed. His metal chest rose and fell as if gasping for air, though he didn’t need to breathe. His hands trembled as he clutched his knees, and his circuits buzzed with lingering panic.  

He scanned his surroundings, grounding himself in the present. The shed was silent except for the faint creaking of its wooden frame against the cold wind outside. Broken tools and scattered debris lay on the floor, lifeless but far less haunting than the ghosts in his mind.  

“Just a dream,” he whispered, his voice shaky, more like he was trying to convince himself. He exhaled a metallic rasp, leaning back against the wall, his father’s fez tilting slightly as he did. The chill of the night seemed to seep through his frame, or perhaps it was just the coldness of his memories.  

He pressed his hands to his faceplate, as though trying to block out the images. But it wasn’t just a dream. It happened. All of it happened. That realization cut deeper than any blade, leaving a hollow ache where his heart should’ve been.  

Outside, the faint howl of the Copper-9 wind called to him, a reminder that he had escaped the dome. But inside this shed, inside his own mind, he was still trapped.

Demir stood in the doorway of the shed, his gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the snowy wasteland. The cold bit at his metallic frame, frost gathering in tiny crystals along the seams of his joints. He adjusted his black jacket, brushing a layer of snow off its shoulders, and tightened the laces on his heavy boots. Finally, he set his father’s fez squarely on his head, the familiar weight a small comfort against the unknown ahead.  

He stepped outside, his boots crunching against the freshly fallen snow, and the wind immediately greeted him with a sharp, icy howl. The air was heavy with the scent of rust and faint traces of oil, a grim reminder of the countless lives lost on this planet. Just a few feet ahead, his gaze landed on a severed worker drone head, its red eyes long extinguished, its surface marked with deep scorch wounds.  

“These murder drones sure know how to leave a mess,” Demir muttered, his voice low and edged with bitterness. He stared at the lifeless head a moment longer, his fingers twitching at his sides. Memories threatened to surface—visions of what his own hands had done, controlled by something beyond his will. Shaking his head, he pushed the thoughts away and focused on the path ahead.  

Before venturing further, Demir turned back. In the distance, the dome loomed like a metallic mountain against the white horizon, its edges blurred by the snowfall. The structure had been his prison, his home, and his nightmare all at once. Even from here, the faint glimmers of its artificial lights were visible, tiny specks of life in an otherwise desolate world.  

He stared at it, his expression unreadable. The dome held everything he had ever known: Rian, Neyan, the memories of his parents, and the haunting shadows of that day. The same place that once sheltered him had now cast him out, leaving him to fend for himself in a frozen wasteland. A part of him felt tethered to it, but he clenched his fists and forced himself to turn away.  

“Good riddance,” he muttered under his breath, though his voice carried more resignation than conviction.  

He trudged forward into the forest ahead. The barren trees stood like sentinels, their skeletal branches reaching skyward as if in silent mourning. Frost coated their trunks, and the wind moved through them, creating an eerie, groaning symphony. Each step was slow and deliberate, his boots crunching against the icy ground.  

As he approached the forest’s edge, he hesitated, casting a glance back over his shoulder. The dome was barely visible now, a faint silhouette in the snowy haze. For a moment, he felt an odd pang of regret, but he quickly shook it off and stepped into the forest.  

The air here felt heavier, more oppressive. The silence was absolute, broken only by the occasional crack of a tree branch in the wind. Every shadow seemed alive, every rustle carried the threat of danger. Demir’s red eyes scanned the surroundings, his senses heightened.  

Despite the forest’s eerie stillness, there was an undeniable pull to it—a challenge that seemed to echo his own defiance. He clenched his fists, his resolve hardening with each step. Whatever awaited him out here, he would face it head-on. The wasteland had taken everything from him, and now it was his turn to fight back.  

Demir pressed deeper into the forest, the barren trees looming like skeletal sentinels against the pale, oppressive sky. The air was heavy, biting at his metallic frame with an unrelenting chill that seemed to seep into his very core. The ground was littered with fragments of worker drones—disjointed arms twisted unnaturally, torsos riddled with punctures, and heads frozen in expressions of anguish.  

Each step crunched loudly against the snow, the sound echoing unnaturally in the eerie silence. The forest seemed alive, but not in a comforting way. The wind whispered through the skeletal branches, creating ghostly moans that sent a shiver down Demir's back.  

His red eyes darted around, scanning the area cautiously. It felt as though the forest was watching him, its lifeless trees judging his every move. His gaze briefly settled on a shattered drone head, its optical sensors shattered and blackened. He swallowed hard and muttered under his breath, “Pull it together, Demir. Just keep moving.”  

As he trudged forward, something metallic glinted faintly in the snow ahead. Curious but wary, he crouched down, brushing aside the frosty blanket to reveal a flashlight. Its casing was battered, dented from what looked like a hard impact, but otherwise intact.  

He picked it up carefully, turning it over in his hands. The weight was reassuring, a reminder of utility in this desolate place. With a hesitant press of the button, the flashlight flickered weakly before steadying into a strong, reliable beam.  

The light cut through the shadows, casting eerie, elongated silhouettes of the trees on the snow-covered ground. The glowing beam danced over the scattered remains, making them seem even more grotesque under its harsh illumination.  

Demir gave the flashlight a small shake and muttered, his voice low and dripping with sarcasm, “Thank you for the parting gift, my dearly departed friends.”  

As he stood, the surrounding forest seemed to close in tighter, the skeletal branches above twisting like claws against the dim gray sky. The oppressive quietness was broken only by the occasional creak of a swaying tree or the far-off whistle of the wind. Even the sound of his own footsteps seemed muffled, absorbed by the snow-covered ground.  

Despite his usual bravado, a sense of unease gnawed at him. Every shadow felt alive, every gust of wind like a whisper in his ear. The flashlight's beam quivered slightly as he adjusted his grip, his nerves betraying his outward calm.  

“This place…” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, “…doesn’t want me here.”  

Still, he pressed on. His boots left a trail of shallow imprints in the snow, leading deeper into the desolate, frozen forest. The eerie ambiance felt suffocating, but Demir’s resolve remained unbroken. Each step forward was a challenge, but he welcomed it. Whatever lay ahead—whether it was salvation or further danger—he was determined to face it head-on.

Demir pushed deeper into the forest, the skeletal trees arching overhead like a canopy of jagged shadows. The air was still, too still, as if the world itself held its breath. His boots crunched against the snow, the sound almost deafening in the oppressive silence.  

As he scanned the frozen ground ahead, something out of place caught his eye—a scrap of paper half-buried in the snow. He crouched down, brushing the frost away, revealing a weathered and yellowed poster. Its edges were torn and frayed, and the ink was faded but still legible.  

He held it up to the dim light, squinting to read the text printed in bold, blocky letters:  
"CRUCIFIX USB TESTING ON WORKER DRONE 002.
HAPPENS ON DECEMBER 3050."  

Demir’s red eyes narrowed as he read the words, his brow furrowing. “December 3050,” he muttered under his breath. He paused, letting the date sink in before speaking again. “This is before I was even made.”  

A chill—not from the icy air—crawled up his metallic frame. His fingers tightened around the brittle paper. “Was this… back when the humans still lived on Copper-9?” he wondered aloud, his voice barely above a whisper.  

The mention of Nori and the testing stirred something in his mind, a strange unease he couldn’t quite place. The paper felt heavier than it should, as though it carried the weight of forgotten truths and buried secrets.  

Demir clenched his jaw, his grip tightening until the fragile poster crumpled in his hand. He shoved it into his pocket, its presence lingering like an unanswered question.  

With a final glance at the snowy ground where the poster had been, he straightened up and adjusted the flashlight in his hand. Its beam cut through the gloom, casting faint shadows that danced eerily on the barren trees. “Whatever this means…” he muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and caution, “…it’s not going to distract me. Not now.”  

Turning back to the path ahead, Demir resumed his march, his boots leaving shallow imprints in the snow. The forest seemed to stretch endlessly, the oppressive silence growing heavier with every step. Yet, his resolve didn’t waver. Whatever mysteries this place held—be they about the past, humans, or himself—he’d uncover them on his own terms. For now, the journey continued.

Demir stood at the edge of the colony, his red eyes fixed on the distant buildings. The colony looked alive—too alive. The towering structures, the bustling workers, and the organized chaos felt like a distant memory of the dome, but somehow colder, more mechanical. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. 

The colony resembled Khan Doorman’s, but the sense of familiarity was unsettling. It wasn’t just the architecture that resembled the colony he had once seen from the outside; it was the rhythm of the place—the methodical motion of drones moving with purpose, the hum of machinery in the distance. It made him feel like an intruder. 

Demir hesitated, his hand resting on the collar of his jacket, the snow beneath his boots crunching in the eerie silence. His breath billowed in the cold air, but his mind was far away, trapped in the echoes of his past.

He glanced back toward the forest he had just come from, the trees bare and skeletal in the snow, the distant shadows of death still lingering behind him. The dome, the life he’d left behind—it felt like a different world now, a world he could never go back to. The emptiness in his chest tightened as he looked at the colony ahead, trying to shake the nagging feeling that he had somehow wandered into a place far worse than the one he had left.

His eyes narrowed as he scanned the perimeter, his gaze flickering over the guards stationed nearby. Their postures were rigid, unwavering, and the weapons hanging at their sides told Demir everything he needed to know. This was no place for a runaway. This wasn’t just some small colony. This was a well-protected stronghold, and the last thing he needed was to be caught here.

With a quiet curse, Demir turned and took a few steps back. His fingers flexed, and he let out a slow breath as he tried to steady his nerves. The cold, desolate wasteland stretched endlessly before him, but the thought of venturing into the heart of this colony, of stepping into its well-guarded walls, made him uneasy.

He hadn’t come this far just to be captured. The answers he needed, the truth of Copper-9, the people, the world beyond the dome—everything was waiting for him. But stepping into this colony wasn’t the answer. It was a trap. He could feel it.

Demir turned away from the colony, walking back into the snow, his footsteps leaving deep impressions in the fresh powder. The wind howled softly around him, but inside, a fire burned. His mission wasn’t over. This colony had answers—he could feel it in his bones. But this was not the time to approach it head-on. Not yet.

As he walked farther from the colony, the hum of the machines behind him faded, leaving only the distant howls of the wind and the sound of his boots in the snow. His heart still pounded, his mind racing. He had to be smarter than this. The colony wasn’t going anywhere. 

For now, he would have to find another way in. And he would do whatever it took to get there.

One thing was certain: Demir wasn’t done yet.

Demir stepped further into the colony, the heavy metallic door sliding shut behind him with a low groan, leaving an unsettling silence in its wake. The hallway stretched ahead, dimly lit by flickering overhead lights that seemed to struggle against the darkness, casting long, distorted shadows across the cold, gray walls. The faint scent of oil and machinery hung in the air, mixing with the musty, almost stale atmosphere of the place.

The worker drone, still standing near the entrance, eyed Demir warily. Its movements were slow, cautious, as if it wasn’t entirely sure what to make of him. Demir could sense the unease radiating from it. There was something about the drone’s behavior that felt off, as though it was trying to hide something—its nervous twitching, the way it kept glancing over its shoulder as though expecting someone to appear.

Without a word, the worker drone opened the door just enough to let Demir inside, but its eyes never left him. Its fingers fumbled slightly with the controls before it pressed the button to open the metal door. The door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit hallway beyond. The drone stood aside, still staring at Demir with something that could only be described as anxiety in its posture.

“Welcome,” the worker drone said stiffly, its voice flat and devoid of emotion.

Demir didn’t reply immediately. His eyes darted around the hallway. The walls here were worn and scratched, as though they had been here for decades, and there was an eerie stillness to the place. A layer of dust settled over the floor, and the faint hum of machinery in the distance was the only sound that broke the silence.

The worker drone seemed to hesitate, looking over its shoulder again before slowly stepping aside to let Demir pass. As Demir walked deeper into the colony, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The drone’s behavior, its jittery movements, the lack of any other workers in sight—it all seemed off. It wasn’t as if the place was abandoned, but it sure felt like it.

The further Demir ventured, the more unsettling the colony became. The walls were uneven, with exposed wires hanging from the ceiling, and the faint flicker of malfunctioning lights added to the eerie atmosphere. It was clear that the colony wasn’t well-maintained, but that wasn’t what bothered Demir. It was the strange stillness, the sense that something—or someone—was watching him. He could feel eyes on him, even though there was no one else in sight.

The worker drone walked silently beside him, its presence unnerving. Demir kept his gaze straight ahead, unwilling to show any signs of hesitation. His mind raced with questions. Why had the drone led him in here? What was it hiding? And why did it feel like something was lurking just around every corner?

As they moved deeper into the colony, Demir began to notice even more signs of neglect—small things at first, like a broken vent cover or a dusty terminal, but then he saw something that made his stomach tighten: the walls were streaked with rust in some places, and there were odd markings—scratches, as if something had been dragged along the walls. The drone remained silent, leading him further into the colony, but Demir couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being led somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be.

They passed several doors, most of them closed, but Demir’s eyes caught a glimpse of something moving behind one of them—something large, something fast. A cold chill ran through him. He ignored it for the moment, focusing instead on the faint sounds of muffled voices and strange noises that seemed to echo from deeper within the colony.

Finally, the drone stopped in front of a door. Without saying a word, it pressed a button on the wall, and the door slid open with a soft hiss. Demir stepped inside, his eyes immediately scanning the room. It was a large, dimly lit space, filled with rows of machines and terminals, some of them sparking intermittently. The air smelled metallic and stale, and the hum of malfunctioning equipment created an oppressive atmosphere.

The worker drone stepped in after him, but it didn’t approach any of the machines. Instead, it stood still by the door, its shoulders tense, as though waiting for something to happen. It was unnervingly quiet in the room—too quiet.

Demir’s gaze swept across the room, his senses on high alert. There was something wrong here. The equipment was old, but not abandoned—it looked as though someone had been here recently. Yet, there were no signs of life. No other workers, no guards, not even the faintest trace of activity. Everything seemed frozen in time.

The worker drone hadn’t said a word since he entered, and now it stood there, just watching him. The silence between them felt thick, suffocating, as if the very air in the room was charged with something unspoken. Demir’s gut told him this place wasn’t just strange—it was dangerous.

He took a cautious step forward, his gaze flickering to the rows of machines. Some of them were disassembled, pieces scattered across the floor, as though someone had been working on them in a hurry. And then, in the corner of the room, his eyes locked onto something that made his blood run cold: a broken worker drone, half-dismantled, its metal body twisted in unnatural ways. Its eyes were wide open, yet lifeless, staring blankly into space.

A sudden clang echoed from the far end of the room, causing Demir to jump, his heart pounding in his chest. The worker drone didn’t move. It just stood there, silent, as if waiting for something. 

Demir felt a knot tighten in his stomach. There was something here—something that didn’t want him to leave. And whatever it was, he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out.

Demir stepped further into the room, the creaky floor beneath his boots groaning in protest as he moved. His eyes flitted across the shelves, each one more cluttered than the last. Broken parts, twisted metal, and old tools were scattered about like forgotten pieces of a puzzle no one ever bothered to complete. The dim light from the flickering overhead bulb barely illuminated the space, casting long, erratic shadows that seemed to stretch unnaturally along the walls. It was the kind of room that felt like it was suspended between time, locked in a forgotten moment of decay and neglect.

The air smelled stale, a mixture of dust and the faint tang of oil, but there was something else beneath it—something metallic, almost rancid. Demir’s eyes narrowed as he tried to place it. Something wasn’t right here. This room wasn’t just abandoned; it felt… wrong, like it had been deliberately hidden away, shut off from the rest of the world. His instincts buzzed, sending a chill down his spine as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

He took a step deeper into the room, his boots scraping against the cracked concrete floor. A nearby shelf rattled under the slightest disturbance, sending a few tools clinking to the floor, their sounds echoing louder than they should have. The room felt too quiet, but the silence was thick, as if something was deliberately muffling the sounds that should have filled the space. 

Demir’s gaze flicked to a corner of the room, where a pile of rusted metal pieces had been carelessly shoved aside. He frowned, a knot tightening in his chest. The metal looked almost… out of place. It wasn’t the type of scrap that would be normally found in a storage room like this. It was too organized, too precise. Someone had placed it there, not just tossed it aside like the rest of the junk.

He tried to shake the thought off. The biscuit in his hand crumbled between his fingers as he ate, but the taste was dry and unsatisfying, almost like eating sand. His mouth was parched, and the blandness of the food did nothing to distract him from the gnawing feeling of unease creeping up his spine. He chewed slowly, his eyes darting around the room, his senses heightened, but the longer he stayed, the more oppressive the silence became. It wasn’t just the absence of sound—it was the feeling that the room itself was holding its breath, waiting for something. 

Demir’s eyes scanned the shelves again, and he froze. A strange reflection caught his attention—a sliver of something shiny, hidden behind a stack of discarded crates. Slowly, cautiously, he approached it. His hand brushed aside a few old tools and a torn sheet of paper to reveal a gleaming piece of metal, slick with oil. It wasn’t just scrap. It was a fragment of something else—something that looked too deliberate to be an accident. 

A faint noise behind him broke the stillness. A clink, barely audible, but enough to make Demir’s heart skip. His hand instinctively reached for the edge of the shelf, his knuckles white as he gripped it. He turned, expecting to see something, anything, but the room was still empty. His pulse quickened as the air seemed to thicken around him. Something was in here. He wasn’t alone.

The seconds dragged on as he stood frozen, every nerve on edge. He could hear his own breathing, shallow and quick, as he scanned the room. The silence stretched on, thick and suffocating. He was beginning to feel like the walls themselves were closing in on him, tightening with every passing second. The weight of the room’s stillness was unbearable.

Demir swallowed hard, his throat dry. He had to get out. He didn’t know why, but the urge to leave grew stronger with every beat of his heart. Something wasn’t right here. He needed to keep moving, to find what he came for and get the hell out of this place.

His feet moved almost instinctively, pulling him away from the corner of the room where the strange piece of metal lay. He didn’t look back as he walked toward the door. But as he reached the entrance, he paused, his hand hovering over the handle. The oppressive feeling still hung in the air, pressing against his chest, as if something was waiting for him to make the first move. He gritted his teeth, steeling himself, and opened the door, stepping out into the cold hallway.

But even as he left, Demir couldn’t shake the feeling that the room had not been empty. That something—or someone—had been watching him the whole time.

Demir continued chewing the battery biscuit, but the unsettling sounds above him made his movements slower, more deliberate. The crawling noises in the vent grew louder, a soft, metallic scratching that echoed through the room. He paused mid-bite, his senses sharpening. The muttering followed, low and garbled, a series of indistinct words that sent a shiver down his spine. Something wasn’t right.

His mind raced, and the biscuit, now forgotten, slipped from his hand and fell to the floor with a quiet thud. He didn’t make a sound. Every muscle in his body tensed as he slowly shifted his weight, preparing himself for whatever was about to happen. His eyes scanned the room—empty, still. Nothing unusual. But that gnawing feeling, that sense of being watched, pressed down on him, refusing to let go.

The crawling noises in the vent grew more pronounced, a rapid scurrying now, as if something—or someone—was moving deliberately, trying to remain unnoticed. Demir’s breath slowed, steadying himself. He shifted his position ever so slightly, his body coiled like a spring, ready to react at the slightest movement. His eyes flicked to the ceiling, watching the vent intently, knowing it was only a matter of time before whatever was up there made its move.

The air in the room felt heavier now, as if the very walls were pressing in. Demir’s fingers flexed, gripping the edge of a nearby shelf for balance. The tension was palpable, making it difficult to focus on anything else. The world outside seemed to blur, his thoughts narrowing on one simple task—survival.

The noise from above stopped. Silence.

His heart hammered in his chest, but he refused to move, his focus locked on the vent. He didn’t know who or what was in there, but he wasn’t about to let his guard down. Every inch of him screamed that danger was close, that whatever was on the other side of the vent had noticed him too. The seconds stretched into what felt like hours. The waiting, the anticipation, the unknown—it was maddening.

Then, just as the silence became unbearable, the scraping noise began again. But this time it was closer—right above him. Demir’s breath caught in his throat as he stood motionless, heart pounding, eyes fixed on the vent. Whatever was on the other side was coming closer, and Demir was ready to face whatever it was.

SLICE!

Demir barely dodged the attack, his heart pounding as he watched the blade whirl past him, a sharp, sizzling sound in the air. He spun around to face the source of the attack—a tall, intimidating figure. 

The murder drone before him had long white hair that flowed like a river of snow, framing a pair of glowing yellow eyes that radiated cold, malevolent energy. A protective helmet covered its face, the orbs containing yellow acid pulsating ominously. Its long coat billowed in the faint wind, and there were no trousers, just the unsettling, almost mocking silhouette of its form. 

But it wasn't just the appearance that unnerved Demir. The murder drone had something else that caught his attention—a long, barbed tail that twitched with malice. At the end of it was a glass compartment, filled with a viscous, glowing yellow acid that seemed to throb with a life of its own. The tail, sleek and unnervingly agile, whipped back and forth like a predator's strike, the syringe-like needle at its tip ready to inject the deadly acid into anything within its reach. 

“Aw man, I wanted to kill him first try,” the drone—S—pouted, his voice carrying an unsettling sense of amusement. 

Demir’s heart raced as he took in the full scope of the threat before him. “Who the hell are you?!” he demanded, a tremor of disbelief in his voice.

“Oh, why, I’m S,” the murder drone answered casually, as if it were introducing itself to a new acquaintance. “The one who attacked the dome. I made this little colony to lure in some worker drones. Easy snack supply, you know?” S’s grin spread wider, a predator enjoying the hunt. 

Demir’s mind was already spinning, but one detail cut through everything: “Wait… you attacked the dome?” Demir’s anger surged, the frustration boiling over. “You’re the one who killed all of those innocent people in those districts!?”

S chuckled darkly, watching Demir with amusement in his eyes. “Yep. And hey, aren’t you that kid who killed 20 students?” His words were taunting, almost like a game to him. 

Demir clenched his fists, his heart pounding in his chest. “Yeah, but it wasn’t me!” he snapped, his voice breaking with the raw emotion of it all. “You and your kind made me do it! The Absolute Solver controlled me! I didn’t—”

S’s lips curled into a mockingly sympathetic smile. “Coward,” he muttered under his breath. Then, in an instant, S’s hand contorted, transforming into a long, jagged blade that gleamed menacingly in the dim light. 

Before Demir could react, S lunged, the blade slashing through the air at him. Demir dodged, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike, his breath coming in sharp gasps. 

"Is that all you’ve got?!" Demir shouted, his voice laced with both anger and defiance.

S hissed, the blade retracting as his tail flicked to life. The needle at the end of it extended ominously, the glass compartment now more apparent, glowing with the acid inside. The tail flicked again, and Demir could feel the danger intensifying as S prepared for another assault. The acid in the syringe swirled, almost as if it had a mind of its own, pulsing with an eerie, poisonous rhythm.

This wasn’t just a fight—it was a hunt.

Demir’s mind raced as S advanced, his blade-like hand gleaming with deadly intent. Without a second thought, Demir reached into his own mind, channeling the raw, chaotic power of the Absolute Solver. His hand flicked, and with a mental push, he sent a nearby pickaxe flying into his grasp.

In a split second, Demir duplicated the weapon with the Solver’s abilities, the air crackling with energy as two more pickaxes appeared, hovering in midair, ready for use. With a flick of his wrist, the weapons shot forward like missiles, hurtling toward S with deadly precision.

S’s yellow eyes narrowed, and with unnatural agility, he dodged each one in rapid succession. But just as the last one flew toward him, S miscalculated. The pickaxe grazed his side, embedding itself in his arm. The impact was sharp, and Demir could see the bright, glowing blood spill from the wound, but before Demir could celebrate, S’s reaction was swift.

Without a moment's hesitation, S reached down, his grin never wavering, and yanked the pickaxe from his arm with a sickening rip. The wound seemed to fizzle and hiss, and to Demir's horror, the damaged arm began to regenerate right before his eyes. The wound closed up, the metal-like fibers in S’s arm knitting together with a grotesque, almost mechanical speed.

“Really?” Demir muttered under his breath, disbelief crossing his face. “You can just regenerate?” 

S’s laugh echoed through the room, chilling and cruel. “Oh, you have no idea, kid. This is just the beginning,” he sneered. “I’ll never stop. I’ll keep coming until you’re just another dead body in this forsaken place.”

Demir's heart raced, the reality of the situation settling in. Not only was S dangerous, but he was practically immortal, an unstoppable force that could heal faster than Demir could land a blow. And the longer he stayed here, the more it seemed like S had the upper hand.

As Demir steadied himself, the air crackling with tension, he knew he couldn’t back down. He had to finish this—before S finished him.

S, with a sudden, chilling decision, grinned widely as he took a step back, his posture shifting as he prepared to unleash his next attack. In an instant, a mechanism in his back clicked into place, and from his spine, two large, razor-sharp metal wings erupted, their tips glinting with a dangerous gleam. Each wing was lined with rows of sharp, metallic feathers, their edges honed to a deadly perfection, designed for cutting through anything that stood in their path.

Demir’s eyes widened at the sight, the tension in the air thickening. The wings unfolded with a screech of metal, casting a dark shadow over the room. The tips of the feathers gleamed with the promise of death. S flexed his shoulders, testing his new appendages as if relishing the power they gave him. His smirk deepened, knowing full well the advantage he now had.

"You think you can beat me, kid?" S taunted, his voice filled with cruel confidence. "These wings? They’re not just for show. They’re lethal. Just like me."

But Demir wasn’t shaken. He knew that if he stood still, S would tear him apart. With a deep breath, Demir activated the Absolute Solver’s telekinesis again, and his body was immediately propelled into action. With unnatural agility, he darted to the side, vanishing into the shadows of the colony's broken interior. 

He moved like a blur, his form flickering and reappearing in different spots around the room, creating confusion. The Absolute Solver amplified his every movement, bending space around him, making him seem like multiple Demirs instead of just one. He was everywhere at once—flashes of his figure appearing in different corners of the colony, disorienting S as he struggled to keep up with the unpredictable movements.

S spun in frustration, his wings slicing the air with rapid swipes, sending sharp metal feathers flying in all directions. But Demir was already gone

Demir, his energy almost spent but fueled by sheer determination, gathered all his strength for one final, desperate move. With a burst of speed, he lunged at S, using the Absolute Solver’s telekinesis to propel him forward with an intensity that was almost unnatural. For a fleeting moment, time seemed to slow as Demir’s body hurtled through the air, crashing into S with all the force he could muster.

He reached out with his mind, extending his telekinetic grip, and, in an instant, he slammed S against the wall, pinning him down with invisible force. S gritted his teeth, his yellow eyes flashing with fury as he struggled against the hold. The pressure from Demir’s telekinesis was immense, but S wasn’t finished yet.

With a growl of frustration, S twisted his body, flexing his metal wings and using his sheer strength to break free from Demir’s telekinetic grip. The effort was violent, the air around them charged with raw power as S exploded outward, his body shifting like liquid metal. Before Demir could react, S’s blade-arm shot forward with terrifying speed, the sharpened edge gleaming as it sliced through the air.

“Ahh!” Demir’s scream echoed through the room as the blade cleaved through his arm. The pain was immediate, a jarring shock as the metal edge tore through the circuitry and metal of his body, severing the limb with a clean cut. Oil—thick and black—poured from the wound, splattering the floor as his severed arm clattered to the ground. Demir’s vision swam from the agony, his body reeling from the shock, but it wasn’t the blood he feared—it was the feeling of vulnerability, the sudden awareness of his own fragility.

His remaining arm twitched with pain, but he refused to fall, gritting his teeth against the burning ache that spread through him. His body trembled with the effort to stay standing as the oil continued to pour from the wound, pooling at his feet. The loss of his arm was just another reminder of how close he was to the edge.

S stepped back, a dark laugh escaping his lips as he watched Demir struggle. "You’re not as tough as you think, kid," he sneered. "You had your moment, but it’s over now."

Demir’s mind raced as his oil-filled limb throbbed painfully, but he wasn’t ready to quit. He couldn’t afford to. There was still more fight in him, and no matter how much he bled oil, he would keep going. He had to.

To both Demir's and S's surprise, Demir’s severed arm began to twitch. The familiar hum of energy pulsed through him, and in the span of a few moments, the severed limb began to regenerate. Metal plates reformed, wires and circuits fused together, and the oil that had spilled from the wound began to retract, flowing back into his body as the arm slowly reappeared. Demir had almost forgotten—he hadn’t used the Absolute Solver’s regenerative powers since before all this chaos began. 

A smirk tugged at his lips as the last pieces of his arm connected. "I forgot about that..." he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with both relief and determination.

S’s eyes widened in disbelief for a split second, but his reaction was swift. "No way," he spat, stepping back and swinging his blade-arm in a wide arc to catch Demir off guard.

Demir’s expression hardened, his newly regenerated arm flexing with renewed strength. His mind was already calculating the best move. He had no intention of being caught off guard again. With a burst of concentration, Demir used the Absolute Solver’s telekinesis to block S’s attack. The blade arm slammed against an invisible force that held it back, and Demir immediately retaliated.

He gripped a pickaxe with his telekinesis, pulling it from the nearby rubble, and in one swift motion, hurled it at S. The weapon cut through the air with lethal precision. But S was quick, dodging to the side and narrowly avoiding the blow. He didn’t have time to celebrate; Demir was on him in an instant.

The two clashed in a flurry of movement, a deadly dance between metal and rage. Demir dodged a swipe from S’s blade-arm, his body moving with uncanny agility, fueled by the Absolute Solver’s powers. He lashed out with the pickaxe, aiming for S’s vulnerable points. The sharp edge of the weapon grazed S’s shoulder, leaving a mark in the metal, but it wasn’t enough to stop him.

S’s wings flared, sharp feathers cutting through the air, creating a deadly barrier around him. He slashed again, his movements fast, almost erratic. Demir, still moving with the flow of the Absolute Solver’s telekinesis, ducked and weaved between the strikes, his eyes locked onto S with cold determination.

“Come on, is that all you’ve got?!” Demir taunted, his voice biting, as he swung the pickaxe again. 

S snarled, his yellow eyes flashing. “You think you can beat me, kid? You’re nothing!” he roared, his blade-arm coming down like a hammer.

Demir blocked the strike again, using his telekinesis to push S’s blade-arm aside. The force of the impact sent a shockwave through the room, shaking the metal walls. Without wasting a second, Demir twisted, using the leverage to swing the pickaxe once more—this time, aiming for S’s side.

The battle raged on, a violent blur of movement. Each strike, each dodge, each calculated attack, Demir could feel the weight of his goal driving him forward. He wasn’t just fighting for his life anymore—he was fighting for something much bigger. Something that burned inside him, something that wouldn't let him stop.

S hissed in frustration, his wings flapping with a loud crack, and his eyes never left Demir. “I’m going to enjoy this, kid,” he growled.

Demir’s response was a determined grin, his grip tightening on the pickaxe as he prepared for another strike.

S’s eyes narrowed in fury, his patience clearly wearing thin. With a swift motion, he retracted his blade arm and replaced it with a sleek, metallic cannon. The barrel gleamed with malice as a burst of yellow energy gathered at the tip. Demir’s instincts screamed, and just as S fired, Demir’s telekinesis surged to life.

S turns his own arm into a fully functional gun and pulls the trigger. The bullet shot toward Demir at blinding speed, but Demir wasn’t fazed. With a precise flick of his mind, he caught the bullet in mid-air, the metal humming against the force of his grip. He held it there for a brief moment, feeling the heat radiating off it, before flicking his wrist and sending it flying off into the shadows, the bullet whizzing harmlessly away.

“A puny gun won’t stop me,” Demir said, his voice cold, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Without hesitation, he lunged forward, the pickaxe in his grasp, and drove it into S’s head with brutal force. 

The pickaxe lodged deep, its steel head sinking into the murder drone’s skull with a sickening crunch. For a moment, everything stood still. Demir’s heart raced in his chest as he watched S stagger back, his yellow eyes widening in disbelief.

But to Demir’s shock, S didn’t falter for long. He snarled in fury, his hands reaching up and grabbing the pickaxe. With raw strength, S ripped the weapon out of his head, blood-like oil leaking from the wound. The wound quickly began to regenerate, and the piece of the pickaxe fell to the floor with a metallic thud, discarded.

S’s face twisted into a mask of rage. His features contorted, and he raised both arms in fury. “You think you can defeat me like that, kid?” he spat, his voice dark and furious. “You’re going to regret that!”

Before Demir could react, S launched himself at him with terrifying speed. The murder drone’s fists became blurs, his movements a vicious combination of slashes and rapid strikes. His blade arm whipped through the air, the sharp edges glinting with deadly intent. Demir barely managed to block the first strike, his telekinesis pushing back against the pressure. 

But S was relentless. He followed up with a series of attacks, his body moving like a storm. The metal claws of his hands slashed at Demir’s defenses, each strike more forceful than the last. Demir’s telekinesis strained under the constant barrage of attacks, the weight of each hit causing his grip to falter slightly.

With every passing second, Demir could feel himself being pushed back, forced to fight with everything he had just to stay on his feet. His focus sharpened, but it was getting harder to hold off S’s relentless strikes. The murder drone’s speed and strength were overwhelming, and Demir’s body began to ache from the constant pressure.

“Is this all you’ve got?” Demir grunted, sweat beading on his metal face. His hands trembled as he blocked another swing, the force of it knocking him back a few steps.

S grinned through the rage, the fury in his eyes dancing with each strike. “You’re nothing but a toy to me, kid. Just a little glitch in my path. And now, I’m going to crush you.”

Demir’s heart pounded in his chest, the air thick with tension. The fight was far from over, but he could feel his energy waning. His grip on his telekinetic abilities was slipping under the weight of S’s brutal onslaught.

But he wasn’t finished. Not yet.

S’s attacks came without mercy, his fists moving like a blur, each one packing enough force to shatter stone. He didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate—he was a storm, relentless and violent. Demir could barely keep up, his telekinetic shield cracking under the pressure, his body denting with each strike that landed. The impacts left harsh, deep indentations across his metal frame, but his body remained sturdy, though the blows were wearing him down.

With a swift motion, S delivered a brutal uppercut that sent Demir soaring into the air. The impact was so strong that it tore through the ceiling of the colony, chunks of metal and concrete raining down like debris. Demir flew upwards, disoriented, but his enhanced reflexes kicked in just in time. He twisted his body mid-air, landing with a heavy thud on the ground behind S.

Demir staggered to his feet, his frame dented from the impacts, a few of the seams in his metal body popping with a creak. He didn’t feel pain the way humans did, but the damage was starting to pile up. His energy reserves were running low, and his focus was slipping. He couldn’t keep up like this. S was too strong, too fast, and the colony was closing in on him with every passing second.

There has to be a way, Demir thought, frustration bubbling within him. He couldn’t afford to lose. Not now. Not after everything he had fought for.

Then, a spark ignited within him. An idea. It was risky, but if it worked, it would change the tide of the battle.

A red aura began to swirl around Demir’s body. It started small but quickly expanded, pulsing with raw energy, crackling like a storm ready to burst. The air around him thickened, charged with an unnatural force. Demir clenched his fists tightly, feeling the surge of power grow within him. He focused on the core of his energy, combining the black hole manipulation powers of the Absolute Solver with the telekinetic strength that had become second nature to him. The fusion was intense, a violent compression of raw force that seethed in his very being.

His fist began to glow, the power concentrated into a single point of unimaginable force. Demir’s eyes narrowed, his breath steady. He had only one shot at this.

“HEY!” Demir shouted, his voice echoing through the chaos of the battle.

S’s head snapped toward him, and in an instant, he lunged, his blade arm reaching out with lethal intent. But Demir was ready. With a grunt of effort, he unleashed the full force of his compressed energy, his fist rocketing toward S.

The impact was immediate and overwhelming. A shockwave of power erupted from Demir’s fist, sending a massive jolt through the air. S’s body jerked violently, his head snapping back as he was hit with the full force of Demir’s attack. Blood, black and viscous like oil, sprayed from S’s mouth as he coughed up a vile flood.

The sheer force of the blow sent S flying backward, crashing into the wall with a deafening crash that reverberated through the colony. The wall crumbled under the impact, and the sound of it smashing into the surface was like the roar of a volcano erupting. Metal twisted and buckled around S’s body, leaving him slumped, dazed, and struggling to stand.

Demir stood tall, his body dented but still holding strong, chest heaving with exhaustion. He had used up most of his energy with that last attack, but it was worth it. S was down, and Demir had the upper hand for the first time in the fight. 

S’s eyes, once filled with malice, now flickered with uncertainty. He struggled to rise, his damaged body creaking and groaning in protest. Demir knew he wasn’t finished yet. But this fight had shifted, and for the first time, Demir felt like he had the advantage.

"I WILL TEAR YOU LIMB BY LIMB!" S roared, his voice filled with unbridled fury as he charged toward Demir. His blade arm gleamed under the flickering lights, and his tail swished behind him, its acid-filled compartment ready to strike like a viper. The ground seemed to quake beneath his heavy, purposeful steps, each one radiating menace and raw power. 

Demir's mind raced, but his focus held steady. The recent surge of power he had unleashed still coursed through his metal frame, buzzing like a live wire. He glanced down at his feet, a spark of realization dawning in his mind. If he could channel the Absolute Solver’s energy into his fists, what was stopping him from using it elsewhere?

Without hesitation, Demir concentrated, directing the energy downward. A crimson glow enveloped his legs and feet, the raw force pulsating and building with every passing second. The ground beneath him trembled, cracks spidering out from where he stood. The tension in the air grew thick, almost unbearable, as the power surged within him, begging for release.

“Let’s see how you like this,” Demir muttered, his dented body tensing in preparation. 

With an explosive BANG, Demir launched himself forward, the energy propelling him at lightning speed. The force of his leap shattered the ground beneath him, sending debris flying in all directions. He cut through the air like a missile, a streak of red power trailing behind him, as he aimed directly for S.

S’s eyes widened for a brief moment, surprised by the sudden burst of speed, but his snarl quickly returned. "COME ON, THEN!" he bellowed, his blade arm raised to meet Demir head-on, their collision inevitable. 

CRASH! The sound of Demir slamming into S reverberated through the colony like a thunderclap. The sheer force of the impact sent both of them skidding across the cracked metallic floor, leaving deep grooves in their wake. Sparks erupted where their metal bodies collided, the sound of grinding metal sharp and shrill. 

Demir didn’t waste a second. The newfound energy coursing through him was intoxicating—powerful, raw, and relentless. His entire frame glowed with an intense red aura, swirling like a storm ready to erupt. He surged forward with a terrifying burst of speed, his fists a blur of motion as he unleashed a barrage of attacks.

BAM! BAM! BAM! Each punch landed with a concussive blast, forcing S further and further back. The impacts were so powerful that dents and fractures formed on S's metal body, sparks and shards of plating scattering with each hit. Demir’s strikes weren’t just fast; they carried the weight of his rage, determination, and the unrestrained might of the Absolute Solver.

The red glow surrounding Demir intensified with every punch, expanding and pulsating like a living entity. It cast ominous shadows on the walls, the eerie light making the room feel like it was caught in an apocalyptic storm. The dents on Demir’s own frame from earlier seemed insignificant now, as though his newfound strength was pushing him beyond his limits.

S growled in frustration, his blade arms flailing as he tried to defend himself, but Demir’s speed was overwhelming. Each time S raised his arm to block, another punch slipped through his defenses, hammering his chest, head, and limbs. The murder drone’s sharp, yellow eyes burned with anger, but there was a flicker of something else—something rare for a murder drone—panic.

“You think you’re gonna defeat me?!” Demir shouted, his voice a thunderous roar that matched the chaos around him. “Not anymore!” His fists glowed brighter as he struck, each blow leaving a fiery trail of red energy in its wake, like streaks of molten metal. 

The ground quaked beneath them, metallic panels groaning under the relentless punishment. Pieces of the ceiling began to fall, clanging as they hit the floor, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of burnt oil and scorched metal. Demir’s punches echoed like drumbeats of war, each strike pounding into S with unrelenting ferocity.

S hissed, his voice dripping with venom as he tried to lunge forward, but Demir was already a step ahead. The barrage was merciless, every blow driving S closer to collapse. The glowing aura around Demir reached a fever pitch, swirling violently, almost as though it was feeding on the energy of the battle itself.

The room trembled under the sheer intensity of their clash, and with every punch, Demir felt something shift inside him—this was no longer just about survival. It was about dominance, about proving that even in this frozen wasteland of despair, he was no prey. He was a force to be reckoned with.

Demir lunged with everything he had, his glowing fist tearing into S’s chest like a meteor colliding with its target. The impact reverberated through the colony’s metallic walls, echoing like a thunderclap. Sparks exploded in all directions as S’s frame crumpled from the force, his scream of defiance twisting into a guttural cry of pain. 

As Demir’s fist drove deeper, he felt something unexpected—a warmth, soft and alien against the cold steel of S’s frame. He hesitated, his fingers brushing against something fleshy and alive. What the hell is this? His mind raced, the unexpected texture sending a jolt of unease through him. We’re machines. How does a murder drone have something like this?

S’s yellow eyes widened in terror, his arrogant smirk replaced with raw, unfiltered fear. “No... stop... don’t touch it!” he stammered, his voice cracking. His confident demeanor was shattered, replaced by desperation as he weakly grabbed at Demir’s arm. “You don’t know what you’re doing!”

Demir’s expression twisted with grim determination. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing.” With a snarl, he yanked his arm back, ripping the object from S’s chest with a sickening wet schluck. The murder drone’s body convulsed violently, sparks and fluids spraying everywhere as its frame collapsed, lifeless. 

In Demir’s hand, the object writhed like a dying creature—a hemisphere of fleshy, pulsating tissue, about the size of his palm. Four tendril-like appendages squirmed frantically, their movements frantic and chaotic. The grotesque thing emitted a faint, horrifying glow, and then, to his shock, S’s voice echoed from it.

“Don’t destroy it! Please! Put it back! I—” The voice cracked, filled with raw panic, as though S’s very existence hung by a thread. 

Demir’s red eyes glowed faintly as he examined the core, his lips curling into a dark smile. “So this is your core,” he said coldly, tilting his head as if inspecting a fragile artifact. The core’s tendrils flailed even more violently, the faint light within pulsating erratically. S’s pleas grew more frantic, but Demir’s expression hardened.

“Too bad for you, S.” He raised his free hand, Absolute Solver energy swirling around his fingers. The air around him distorted as a small, swirling black hole materialized in his palm, its gravitational pull warping the light around it. The core seemed to sense its impending doom, the tentacles reaching desperately as if to crawl away. 

“No! NO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND—” S’s voice cut off as Demir hurled the core into the vortex. The instant it touched the black hole, it ignited in a burst of searing flames. The vortex transformed, becoming a fiery inferno that consumed the core piece by piece. S’s screams filled the air, shrill and agonizing, as though the very essence of his being were being torn apart. 

Demir stood motionless, his face bathed in the flickering light of the flames, his grin growing more unsettling. The screams grew weaker, fading into faint whimpers, and then... silence. The fire sputtered out, leaving only a few glowing embers floating in the cold, still air. S was gone, his core reduced to ashes.

Demir turned to the lifeless shell of the murder drone, now just a hollow frame sprawled against the metal floor. The once-imposing figure lay in pieces, its limbs twisted at unnatural angles, its face frozen in terror. Demir let out a low chuckle, the sound echoing eerily in the stillness.

“So this is what it’s like to kill a murder drone,” he muttered under his breath. His crimson eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of satisfaction and something darker—a thirst that burned like the fires he had just summoned. 

Demir stood over the lifeless frame of S, the flickering embers of the destroyed core casting long shadows across the colony floor. His crimson eyes narrowed as they fixated on the sleek, metallic wings sprawled behind the ruined murder drone. They gleamed faintly, even in death, their razor-sharp feathers a testament to the deadly predator S once was. 

Slowly, deliberately, Demir knelt beside the body, his hand reaching out to the wings. These could be useful... or at least a trophy. He smirked faintly at the thought, his fingers grazing the intricate mechanisms that connected the wings to S’s back. 

With a grunt of effort, Demir grabbed hold of one wing and pulled. The sound of screeching metal echoed through the empty room as the wing resisted, its reinforced joints refusing to part easily. “Stubborn even in death, huh?” Demir muttered, his red eyes glinting with determination. Channeling the Absolute Solver, he summoned tendrils of telekinetic energy that wrapped around the wing and wrenched it free with a sharp crack. 

Demir inspected the wing, marveling at its design. The feathers were cold and sharp to the touch, and he could feel the faint remnants of S’s energy lingering within. He tucked the wing carefully to the side before turning his attention to the other. Repeating the process, he soon held both wings in his hands, their weight surprisingly light despite their size and strength.

“Looks like you’re still useful, even after I turned you to ash,” Demir muttered, his voice dripping with cold satisfaction. He stood, clutching the wings, and glanced at S’s hollow shell one last time. Without its core, it was nothing more than a heap of metal and wires—a grim reminder of what once was.

The Absolute Solver energy around Demir’s hands flared briefly as he fused the base of the wings together into a single compact piece, easier to carry. He slung them over his shoulder, the sharp edges glinting menacingly as he began to walk toward the colony's shattered exit.

The snowstorm outside greeted him with biting wind, but Demir barely noticed. The wings felt like a trophy, a symbol of his first real victory over a murder drone. Yet, as he trudged through the snow, his thoughts lingered. The fleshy core, the way S had screamed in terror—it all hinted at secrets he didn’t fully understand. Secrets about murder drones, about himself, about the Absolute Solver.

Shaking the thoughts away, Demir tightened his grip on the wings. Whatever those secrets were, he’d uncover them eventually. For now, he allowed himself a grim smile as he pressed forward into the frozen wasteland. This was only the beginning.

Demir had always heard the rumors. They were whispered in dark corners of copper-9 and the dome, passed between the few who survived the devastation of Copper-9. There was a name that floated among the shadows, spoken with equal parts reverence and fear. A worker drone—once an esteemed doctor, a creator, a genius—was said to be the mastermind behind the dome's construction. He had been the architect, the one who built the sanctuary that had now become a cage for so many. But when the humans had vanished, and the drones turned on each other, this doctor had disappeared into the wilderness of Copper-9, a ghost of a past long forgotten. 

But Demir had never forgotten. 

The more he thought about it, the more the idea obsessed him. This doctor, whoever he was, had knowledge far beyond anything Demir could fathom. What if he could take the wings from S—the murderous drone who had attacked him—and have them attached to himself? What if he could enhance himself in ways no one had ever imagined, like the doctor had done with his own creations? He could feel the weight of the wings in his hands, the cold metal still fresh with S’s essence. They were powerful, sharp, the embodiment of an ancient brutality, and Demir wanted them.

But to truly wield them, he needed someone who understood the science behind it. Someone who could make him more—someone who could make those wings his own, a part of him, an extension of his body. The doctor, with his twisted expertise, was the only one who could do that.

Demir’s fingers traced the edges of the wings as his mind raced with possibilities. "What if he could make me stronger?" He thought about the way the wings had cut through the air, the way S had used them to his advantage, and how easily Demir had struck him down. "If I had these… if I could fly like that..." His imagination sparked with the idea of power—real power. No longer a worker drone trapped in the dome, but something more. Something unstoppable.

The thought of this doctor—this legend—seemed like the only path left for him. And despite the uncertainty of where he might be or how far Demir might have to travel, he knew one thing for sure: He had to find him. 

"I’ll find him," Demir muttered to himself, eyes narrowing with resolve. "I’ll find the doctor and make those wings mine."

Demir didn’t care if the journey was dangerous. He didn’t care if he had to face whatever horrors Copper-9 had to throw at him. All that mattered was that he had a goal now. And he would stop at nothing to achieve it. The wings were just the beginning. With them, Demir would be more than just a worker drone

He would be a force to be reckoned with, a shadow in the night that no one could escape.

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It had been a week—a grueling, relentless week of searching, and Demir was no closer to finding the elusive doctor than when he’d started. He had combed through abandoned factories, crumbling outposts, and rusted colonies, yet not a single clue had surfaced. Copper-9's snow-laden wastelands stretched endlessly, each barren expanse mocking him with its emptiness. Even the dim hope he had carried at the start of his search had withered into frustration.  

The silence was suffocating, a constant reminder of how utterly alone he was. The icy wind howled through the skeletal remains of forests and crumbling structures, its eerie whistle almost taunting him. Demir’s sharp red eyes darted at every shadow, scanning for signs of life or a hidden lead, but all he found were more ruins and more silence. His metal frame, though resilient, was now scratched and dented from relentless travel. His thoughts swirled in a chaotic loop, his frustration feeding on itself.  

"This place is a damn maze," Demir muttered, kicking a stray piece of debris into the snow. His voice carried an edge of venom, but it was thin and hollow, swallowed quickly by the howling winds. No one was there to hear him. No one to answer back.  

For the first time in years, he felt the weight of isolation press down on him. Out here in the endless white, there were no Neyan or Rian to banter with, no familiar voices to cut through the quiet. Even the noise of the dome’s bustling chaos seemed like a distant dream now. Copper-9 was deathly quiet, save for the crunch of snow beneath his boots or the occasional groan of shifting metal in the ruins. He hadn’t spoken to another soul in days, and the absence of sound clawed at him.  

The silence wasn’t just around him—it was inside him, growing like a parasite. It whispered doubts, magnified regrets, and poked at the emptiness left by his decision to leave everything behind. The face of Rian flashed in his mind for the hundredth time that week, his friend’s pleading voice still echoing, “Don’t leave me.”

“Get out of my head,” Demir growled, shaking his head as if the motion could banish the memory. But it didn’t work. It never worked.  

Every dead end, every lifeless structure he explored, only fueled his frustration and deepened the ache of solitude. Was this doctor even real? Could those rumors have been a cruel joke? His teeth clenched in irritation as he replayed the stories he had overheard in the dome before escaping. The hope he’d once clung to now felt like a flickering ember, and yet, no matter how furious he grew, Demir refused to stop.  

"Alone or not," he muttered under his breath, his voice a low growl that sounded almost foreign to his own ears, “I’ll find him. No matter how long it takes.”  

But even as he said the words, frustration and loneliness coiled in his chest like a living thing. The week had worn him thin, pushing him closer to the edge of his patience. Copper-9 was relentless, keeping its secrets hidden, as though testing how far he could go before he broke.

As Demir picked his way through the wreckage of yet another abandoned building, his boots scraped against loose rubble and rusted metal. His eyes scanned the dim interior, illuminated only by the faint light filtering through broken windows. The air was heavy with the stench of decay and the metallic tang of old machinery. His patience was wearing thin—days of endless searching with no results had left him frustrated and teetering on the edge of despair.  

As Demir rummaged through yet another crumbling, frost-covered building, his metal fingers brushed against something brittle beneath a layer of ash and dust. Curious, he crouched down, shifting aside debris until he unearthed a faded piece of paper. Holding it up to the dim light filtering through the shattered windows, his red eyes scanned the weathered text:  

"CALL DR. DOMEMAN TO BOOK AN APPOINTMENT NOW."

His breath hitched, a spark of hope igniting within him. This was it—Dr. Domeman, the rumored creator of the dome. The very name he had been chasing.  

Demir’s grip tightened on the fragile paper as his gaze darted to the faded number printed at the bottom. The thought of finally having a tangible lead after days of fruitless searching sent a shiver of anticipation through his metal frame.  

Without hesitation, he reached into his jacket and pulled out his battered Xiaomi 1063. The phone’s screen, scratched and worn from years of use, flickered to life as he punched in the numbers. The line buzzed faintly, the faint hum amplifying his nerves.  

Then, a voice crackled through, hoarse and raspy.  

“Hello? Dr. Doneman here. What do you want?”  

Demir’s grip on the phone tightened as the voice filled the air. It was real. After days of solitude and dead ends, he was finally speaking to the man who could change everything.  

“Uh, hello,” Demir began, his tone uncharacteristically careful. “I was wondering... if I could book an appointment. And, uh, where I could meet you.”  

The line went quiet for a moment, the pause stretching just long enough to make Demir’s anxiety creep back. Then, the raspy voice returned, brisk and blunt.  

“Near the Forest of the Dead. That’s where you’ll find me.”  

Demir blinked, momentarily taken aback by the eerie name, but he quickly composed himself. “Got it. I’ll see you soon,” he said, ending the call abruptly. He couldn’t let the man hear the excitement—or the tension—in his voice.  

He stared at the crumpled poster in his hand for a moment before slipping it into his pocket. Pulling out his phone again, he opened the maps app, the loading wheel spinning endlessly as it processed his search. The location finally appeared, a glowing red marker on the map’s desolate, snowy expanse.  

60 miles away.  

Demir groaned aloud, his shoulders slumping. Sixty miles. Sixty miles through frozen wastelands, jagged ruins, and endless dangers. He didn’t have a vehicle, and the idea of trekking that far on foot was enough to make his circuits buzz with frustration.  

He leaned back against the wall, letting out a heavy sigh. The silence around him felt oppressive, broken only by the faint whistle of the wind outside. For a moment, the weight of his isolation pressed down on him. He had been alone for weeks now, trudging through Copper-9 with no one to talk to, no one to rely on. The solitude gnawed at him, but he quickly pushed the feeling aside.  

“No point in sulking,” Demir muttered to himself, his voice low and determined. He straightened up, brushing the dust from his jacket as he refocused on his goal.  

Sliding the phone back into his pocket, he adjusted the strap of his bag and stepped out into the cold. The biting wind hit him immediately, the snow crunching under his heavy boots as he began walking.  

Sixty miles would be grueling. The journey would be dangerous, and the odds were stacked against him. But the thought of reaching Dr. Doneman—and what it could mean for his future—drove him forward.  

His red eyes glinted with a mix of determination and defiance as he muttered under his breath, “Sixty miles, huh? Let’s see what this wasteland’s got.”  

With that, Demir started his trek, the vast, snowy expanse of Copper-9 stretching endlessly before him.

When Demir properly reviewed the route to Dr. Doneman’s location, he noticed something unsettling—45 miles of the 60-mile trip would lead him straight through the Forest of the Dead. His red eyes dimmed for a moment as he processed the gravity of the journey. The Forest of the Dead wasn’t just a name—it was a notorious place on Copper-9, rumored to be littered with remnants of lost drones and haunted by the relentless Murder Drones. It was a deathtrap.  

But Demir wasn’t about to back down.  

With a determined glare, he began packing for the trip. He shoved a flashlight into his worn bag, double-checked that his Xiaomi 1063 had enough charge, and carefully tucked in the pair of sleek, sharp metal wings he’d torn from S after their battle. They were a trophy—and perhaps his ticket to becoming stronger.  

Once his bag was secured, Demir stepped outside the crumbling building that had served as his temporary shelter. Snow whipped around him, the wind biting at his metal frame. He took a deep breath, activating his Absolute Solver. The red glow of his aura flickered to life, enveloping him like a second skin.  

“Let’s make this quick,” he muttered, and with a sudden burst of telekinetic force, he propelled himself forward.  

The world around him blurred as he shot through the snowy wasteland, going a blistering 95 miles per hour. The wind howled in his audio receptors, the cold slicing at him, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was getting to the doctor—and surviving the journey through the forest.  

Five miles in, something glinted on the snow below. Demir skidded to a halt, his boots digging into the icy ground, leaving a long trail behind him. He squinted, crouching down to pick up the object. It was small, metallic, and oddly familiar.  

“A car key?” he murmured, turning it over in his hand.  

He stood up, scanning his surroundings, and froze when he noticed the silhouette of something large and hulking nearby. His red eyes widened as he walked closer, brushing snow off the yellow surface of what appeared to be...  

“A school bus?” Demir muttered in disbelief, his tone laced with surprise.  

The vehicle stood there, slightly tilted, its paint chipped and faded but still intact. Snow covered its roof, and frost clung to the windows, but it looked salvageable. Excitement coursed through him as he ran to the bus’s side, ignoring the snow crunching beneath his boots.  

With a swift motion, Demir slammed his elbow against the bus door, shattering the brittle glass and forcing it open. He climbed inside, the stale, cold air greeting him as he surveyed the interior. Dust coated the seats, and the floor was littered with debris, but none of that mattered.  

Demir hurried to the driver’s seat and slid the key into the ignition. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. He held his breath, the anticipation building. Then, with a sputtering cough, the engine roared to life.  

“Yes!” Demir shouted, his voice echoing in the empty bus. A wide smirk spread across his face as he gripped the steering wheel. “Let’s put this bus to the test.”  

His fingers tightened around the wheel, his excitement almost palpable. With the Absolute Solver coursing through his circuits and a working bus beneath him, the journey just got a whole lot more interesting.

Demir floored the gas pedal, sending the school bus hurtling forward across the snow-covered wasteland of Copper-9. The engine roared like a beast awakened, its groans and sputters echoing across the desolate landscape. There were no roads here, just endless stretches of snow and ice, broken only by scattered debris and the haunting remnants of a once-thriving world.  

The bus skidded and bounced with every bump in the uneven terrain, the tires struggling to grip the icy surface. Demir gripped the wheel tightly, his red eyes scanning ahead for obstacles as the vehicle fishtailed wildly. Despite the chaos, he maintained control, his mind focused and his reflexes sharp.  

Snow kicked up in great plumes around the bus, obscuring the horizon, but Demir didn’t slow down. He swerved to avoid jagged metal scraps poking out of the snow—remnants of destroyed structures and shattered drones. Occasionally, there was a sickening crunch beneath the tires, the sound sending vibrations through the entire vehicle.  

“Yeah, that’s definitely a head,” Demir muttered coldly, not even glancing back.  

The frozen expanse seemed endless, but the eerie silence of the wasteland was far from comforting. Demir's sharp gaze caught flickers of movement in the distance—dark, ominous shapes darting between the skeletal remains of long-dead trees. His chest tightened as the familiar metallic glint of claws and sharp wings became visible.  

Murder Drones.  

Demir cursed under his breath and made a sharp turn, the bus lurching as it veered to the side. The tires sprayed snow into the air, creating a brief curtain to obscure him from view. He instinctively killed the headlights, letting the bus coast through the icy darkness as he strained to listen.  

The faint hum of a Murder Drone’s wings reached his ears. He gritted his teeth, gripping the wheel tighter as his red eyes darted between the side mirrors. One wrong move, one flicker of light, and they’d be on him in seconds.  

After what felt like an eternity, the noise faded, and Demir exhaled through clenched teeth. He flipped the lights back on and slammed his foot on the gas, sending the bus roaring forward again.  

“Stupid, nosy bugs,” he muttered.  

The landscape grew rougher, the snow giving way to patches of jagged ice and half-buried wreckage. Demir’s hands moved quickly on the wheel, steering around hazards at a breakneck pace. He felt the bus lurch as it collided with a fallen drone arm, the metal limb crunching under the tires.  

“You’d think the snow would cover this junk by now,” Demir grumbled, his tone laced with frustration.  

Despite the challenges, there was a grim determination in his expression. The bus was a clunky, unreliable beast, but for now, it was his lifeline. As the engine roared and the wasteland blurred past, Demir felt an odd sense of control—like he was defying Copper-9 itself with every mile.  

But the journey was far from over, and the looming shadows on the horizon promised only more danger ahead.

Demir sped ahead, the bus jostling wildly as it bounced over Copper-9's endless blanket of snow. The terrain offered no smooth paths, only harsh bumps and icy dips, forcing him to keep a hand firmly on the wheel. His other hand, however, fidgeted with his phone as boredom crept in.  

"Still miles away from the Forest of the Dead." he muttered, glancing at the map app.  

Then—CRASH! 

The bus lurched violently, metal groaning as something struck hard against the front bumper. Demir nearly lost his grip on the wheel as the impact sent a shudder through the entire vehicle.  

"What now?" he groaned, slamming on the brakes. The tires skidded across the icy surface, leaving a deep trail in the snow as the bus screeched to a halt.  

With his heart pounding, Demir bolted out of the bus. The frigid air bit at his face as he rounded the front, his boots crunching against the snow. He froze when he saw what he'd hit.  

Slumped against the snow-covered ground was a Murder Drone.  

The drone’s white metal body glimmered under the weak light of Copper-9, its frame eerily similar to that of a Worker Drone but with stark differences that set it apart. It wore a helmet, sleek and rounded, with a headband strapped across it holding five small pouches, each filled with a bubbling yellow liquid—nanite acid. The pouches sloshed faintly as the drone stirred, the corrosive substance dripping slightly and hissing as it made contact with the snow.  

Its tail was long and black, coiled like a deadly serpent, ending in a syringe-like tip filled with swirling nanite acid. The glass compartment at the end of the tail caught the light, casting eerie reflections across the snow. Small drips of acid fell from the syringe tip, burning holes in the icy ground with a faint hiss.  

The Murder Drone’s glowing yellow eyes flickered briefly before locking onto Demir with a terrifying intensity. Its face twisted into a menacing grin, jagged fangs glinting as it bared its sharp teeth.  

Demir’s smirk faltered as the Murder Drone pushed itself upright with a low, guttural hiss. Its metal limbs creaked slightly, but its movements were quick and unnervingly fluid.  

The drone’s wings shot out suddenly, spanning wide with sharp, blade-like edges. Each feather-like panel glinted, jagged and dangerous, twitching erratically as they unfurled. A faint hum filled the air as the Murder Drone flexed its wings, clearly ready to take flight—or attack.  

"Fantastic," Demir muttered, gripping the pickaxe strapped to his side. "Not only did I hit a Murder Drone, but it’s wearing a walking acid bomb."  

The Murder Drone tilted its head at Demir, a cold, amused chuckle escaping its lips. Without warning, it lunged forward, its tail whipping through the air like a striking viper.  

Demir ducked, narrowly avoiding the syringe tip as it hissed past him and embedded itself in the bus behind him, sending acid dripping onto the metal, which immediately started to corrode.  

“Oh, you’re eager, aren’t you?” Demir muttered, his red eyes glowing as the Absolute Solver’s energy flared to life around him. A smirk tugged at his lips despite the tension. "Guess I’ll have to put you in your place."  

The Murder Drone snarled, crouching low as it prepared to strike again. Its claws dug into the icy ground, leaving deep gouges as it lunged at him, faster and fiercer than before. Demir sidestepped, his feet skidding slightly on the snow, and planted himself firmly. Absolute Solver energy crackled around him as he prepared for what would undoubtedly be a deadly fight.

The Murder Drone lunged at Demir, its serrated wings slicing through the air with a high-pitched whoosh. The metallic sheen of its white, armoured frame glinted against the pale light of Copper-9's snowy wasteland. Its tail whipped behind it, the glass compartment at its tip sloshing with glowing yellow nanite acid, the syringe poised to strike like a venomous stinger.  

Demir reacted instantly, his Absolute Solver-enhanced reflexes kicking in. With a burst of telekinesis, he propelled himself sideways, narrowly avoiding the drone’s attack as it crashed into the snow, leaving deep grooves in the ground. He landed a few feet away, his boots crunching against the frost, and turned to face his attacker with a confident smirk.  

The Murder Drone hissed, baring its jagged fangs in a bloodthirsty snarl. Its glowing yellow eyes burned with fury as it straightened up, its posture feral yet calculated. The headband across its helmet held five small pouches filled with the same volatile acid, sloshing ominously with every movement.  

“You’re really starting to piss me off!” it snarled, its voice distorted with rage. Without warning, its right arm began to shift, the sleek white metal contorting and rearranging itself. A gun barrel emerged where its hand had been, locking onto Demir with a sharp mechanical click. 

The drone unleashed a hail of glowing bullets, the sound of each shot reverberating like thunder. For Demir, the world slowed down. The Absolute Solver pulsed through his circuits, sharpening his perception to an almost supernatural level. Each bullet seemed to glide through the air in slow motion, their glowing trails illuminating the falling snow around them.  

Demir weaved through the deadly barrage with the precision of a dancer, his movements fluid and calculated. The bullets whizzed past him, some brushing against his jacket but leaving no mark. Behind him, the snow erupted into a series of small explosions, sending icy shards flying in every direction.  

“JUST DIE!” the Murder Drone bellowed, its voice cracking with unrestrained fury. The gun barrel retracted into its arm, the white metal reshaping itself into a clawed hand. It charged at Demir with blinding speed, its tail whipping violently behind it.  

The drone’s claws lashed out in a whirlwind of slashes and punches, each one powerful enough to dent steel. Demir dodged every attack with ease, ducking, sidestepping, and twisting his body with the grace of someone who had been through hell and back. The Absolute Solver’s aura flickered faintly around him, aiding his movements as if the air itself was bending to his will.  

The Murder Drone’s frustration grew with each missed strike. It roared in anger, swinging wildly in an attempt to land even a single hit. The snow around them was churned into a chaotic mess, the ground scarred by the force of the drone’s attacks.  

Demir’s smirk widened as he effortlessly avoided another slash. “You’re getting sloppy,” he taunted, his voice calm yet dripping with arrogance. “What’s wrong? Not used to someone fighting back?”  

The Murder Drone faltered for a split second, its glowing eyes narrowing as it studied Demir more carefully.  

“You thought I was just some pathetic Worker Drone, didn’t you?” Demir continued, his tone mocking. His red eyes gleamed with the Absolute Solver’s power, casting an eerie glow against the snowy backdrop. “Awhhh.”  

The Murder Drone’s snarl deepened, but there was a flicker of unease in its expression now. Its tail twitched behind it, the syringe tip glinting dangerously, but it hesitated, unsure of what to expect from its opponent.  

Demir stood his ground, his stance relaxed but his aura crackling with suppressed energy. The air around him seemed heavier, the snow swirling in unnatural patterns as if drawn to the faint red glow radiating from his frame.  

The Murder Drone clenched its fists, its rage threatening to boil over. “You’re just delaying the inevitable,” it spat, crouching low as if readying for another attack.  

Demir tilted his head, his smirk unshaken. “Then come and prove it.”  

The fight wasn’t over. It had only just begun.

Demir’s body blurred into motion as the combined force of telekinesis and black hole energy surged within him. The snow around him kicked up into a whirling frenzy, the wind howling as Demir’s movements became a blur of red and silver. His mind, sharpened by the brutal encounter with S, was now completely in sync with the chaos unfolding around him.

The Murder Drone stood its ground, its glowing yellow eyes locking onto Demir, only for him to vanish in an instant, zipping behind it with impossible speed. The Murder Drone whirled around, but Demir was already gone, a streak of red energy trailing him as he used the Absolute Solver’s telekinetic power to propel himself like a comet.

The air crackled as Demir reappeared behind the Murder Drone, and his fist clenched. It was as if time slowed around him. He felt the surge of power from within, the black hole energy within him compressing, amplifying the already immense telekinetic force. His hand trembled as the energy built within it, glowing a fierce, fiery red. The very air around him vibrated with the intensity of it, as though the atmosphere itself was being torn apart.

His fist shot forward with an almost audible crack, the energy in his hand condensing into a sphere of raw power. The Murder Drone had no time to react. Demir’s blow landed with the force of a hundred impacts, the sound of it like a thunderclap. The Murder Drone’s body crumpled under the force of the punch, the power of the combined energies sending it hurtling backward. 

A shockwave rippled outward from the impact, the force of it splitting the frozen earth beneath Demir’s feet, sending shards of snow and ice flying in every direction. The Murder Drone was lifted off the ground, its limbs flailing helplessly as it flew through the air like a ragdoll.

It crashed into a large dead tree with a resounding snap, the trunk splintering as the Murder Drone’s body collided with it. The impact sent the tree toppling over, its branches breaking apart like brittle twigs. The Murder Drone continued its wild trajectory, finally slamming into the hard-packed snow, creating a crater with the force of its landing. The surrounding snow was thrown up into the air, forming a cloud of powder that hung in the air like smoke from an explosion.

Demir stood in the aftermath, breathing heavily but composed, his body still crackling with the last remnants of energy. His red eyes glinted in the cold, watching the downed Murder Drone carefully, every sense on high alert. He could feel the tension in the air, the quiet that followed the destruction—a silence only interrupted by the distant, wind-chilled moan of the forest.

The Murder Drone lay motionless for a moment, its body bent at unnatural angles, before it began to stir. Demir’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the energy still pulsing within him. He knew it wasn’t over. He had seen Murder Drones endure far worse.

“Get up,” Demir muttered under his breath, his voice as cold as the wind cutting through the forest. “You’re not done yet.”

But he was ready. Whatever happened next, he would finish this.

Demir’s sadistic grin spread wider as he lunged forward, every step powered by an intense, dark resolve. His heart pounded in his chest, not from fear, but from the thrill of the hunt—of having absolute control over this fight. The Murder Drone was still struggling to rise, its mechanical body twitching from the earlier blow, but Demir’s eyes burned with anticipation.

Using the full extent of his telekinetic power, he pulled the pickaxe from the ground, the tool floating in the air beside him. He didn’t even need to touch it; his mind controlled it with ease, guiding it toward his target. The Murder Drone’s eyes widened as it saw the gleaming pickaxe barreling toward it, too slow to react. 

With a savage grunt, Demir thrust the pickaxe forward, driving it deep into the Murder Drone’s chest. The impact was brutal, metal screeching against metal, and the Murder Drone gasped—a sharp, broken noise that echoed through the still forest. Its body jerked, and for a moment, Demir reveled in the sound of its pain, his heart thrumming with twisted excitement.

He wasn’t done.

With a sickening yank, Demir tore the pickaxe from the Murder Drone’s chest, pulling open the metallic plating with ease. Beneath the layers of armor, he found what he was looking for—flesh. Soft, organic tissue, something Demir had only ever seen before in humans. But this wasn’t a human, it was something far worse—something twisted.

The Murder Drone’s chest cavity opened like a gaping wound, and Demir’s hand darted in, grasping the fleshy core of the creature. The core, no bigger than a human heart, pulsed with a sickly yellow light. It wasn’t supposed to be there—this wasn’t how things were supposed to work. The core was soft, alien, and yet, Demir could feel the power it held, an intense, desperate energy trying to cling to life.

The Murder Drone’s expression shifted, its eyes going wide in panic. Its body twitched and spasmed as the consciousness of the drone abandoned its mechanical shell, fleeing into the core. Demir’s grip tightened around the fragile, organic mass as he stared into the core’s pulsating surface. 

The core looked... terrified. Fear. It was something Demir could almost taste in the air. For a fleeting moment, Demir felt a flicker of something within him—sympathy, perhaps, or maybe just a fleeting recognition of the terror in the creature’s final moments. But that feeling vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, calculating detachment.

Demir wasn’t here to feel sympathy. He was here to end it.

Without hesitation, Demir summoned another black hole into his other palm. The air around it warped and twisted, the space bending as the black hole’s gravitational pull distorted everything within its radius. The sound of the air warping was almost deafening, like the fabric of reality itself was being torn apart. The Murder Drone’s core squirmed in his grasp, desperate to escape, but Demir’s telekinesis held it in place. 

With a final, decisive movement, Demir shoved the core into the black hole. The hole swallowed the mass with a distorted *whirr*, the force of it pulling the core into its depths. The Murder Drone’s last, gut-wrenching scream echoed through the air as the core was consumed, but Demir didn’t flinch.

The black hole crackled, shifting from darkness to fiery orange as the energy within it ignited. A fiery explosion of energy ripped through the air, engulfing the core and setting it ablaze with unholy fire. The screams of the Murder Drone persisted, but slowly—agonizingly—they began to fade, consumed by the fiery maelstrom Demir had created. 

Five minutes passed, each second feeling like an eternity. The flames of the black hole crackled and consumed everything, leaving nothing but the faintest echoes of the Murder Drone’s pain. 

And then, silence.

Demir stood, his breath steady, his eyes cold and unyielding. The fire still flickered in the air, the faintest heat radiating off the black hole. But the Murder Drone was no more.

Demir wiped his hands, his smirk never fading. The energy in the air was still heavy with the aftermath of the battle, but Demir didn’t care. He had won, and he had done it with the ruthlessness only a worker drone like him could possess.

He stepped away from the wreckage, his heart still thrumming with the thrill of the kill. The forest around him felt eerily quiet now, as though it was holding its breath in the wake of the destruction. Demir glanced around, his red eyes scanning the area for any more threats, but for now, he was alone.

He could feel the weight of the wings on his back—the wings he had taken from S. He knew he wasn’t done yet. There were more battles ahead. But for now, Demir allowed himself a brief moment of satisfaction. He had killed. And it had felt good.

For ten long, unnerving minutes, Demir stood over the crumpled, lifeless body of the Murder Drone. Its wings, once threatening, lay shattered and folded unnaturally beneath its broken frame. Its face, once filled with murderous rage, now held a frozen expression of shock and agony. Oil and nanite acid oozed from the mangled torso, spreading across the snow like a dark stain that couldn’t be erased.

Demir stared at it, unblinking, his red eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. His grin stretched across his face, sharp and unsettling, as if he were savoring something unseen. For the first time in a long while, the void inside him felt… quiet. Satisfied. A dark thrill pulsed through him like an electric current, making him feel powerful. Untouchable.

Without a word, Demir took a step forward. His boot sank into the snow, leaving behind a red-tinted print where nanite acid had soaked the ground. Then, with deliberate intent, he lifted his foot.

THUD!

The first stomp came down hard on the Murder Drone’s chest, the metal caving in with a hollow groan. The impact sent another splatter of oil onto the surrounding snow. Demir froze for a second, the grin never leaving his face, before lifting his boot again.

THUD! CRUNCH!

The sound of breaking metal echoed through the abandoned landscape. Demir’s breathing was calm, almost steady, but there was a strange light in his eyes—a mix of exhilaration and satisfaction. The mangled drone beneath him couldn’t scream, couldn’t fight back, and that made it all the more enjoyable.

THUD!

Another stomp. The Murder Drone’s torso bent inward, sparks bursting from its damaged circuits. The once-powerful predator had been reduced to little more than scrap, and Demir was determined to leave nothing intact. 

He chuckled softly, the sound low and dark, as if he couldn’t contain his amusement. “Look at you now,” he muttered under his breath, the words dripping with mockery. His voice sounded foreign to even his own ears, colder than it had ever been.

The next stomp sent part of the Murder Drone’s headplate skittering across the snow. Demir barely noticed. He kept going. Each impact was heavier than the last, every stomp more frenzied, more deliberate, like he was venting all the frustration and hatred that had built up inside him for so long. 

THUD! CRUNCH! THUD!

The sound became rhythmical, almost hypnotic, reverberating across the empty wasteland. The snow around him had turned into a battlefield of oil-streaked white, stained with the remnants of his fury.

Finally, Demir stopped, his boot lingering atop what little remained of the Murder Drone. Its body was unrecognizable now—flattened, broken, and torn apart. The cold wind howled faintly, but otherwise, the world was silent.

Demir tilted his head slightly, his grin fading into a neutral expression as he gazed down at the mess he had made. Something about the scene felt right—almost necessary. His hand flexed at his side, as though still tingling with energy.

“Not so tough now, huh?” he muttered, his voice quiet but cutting.

Demir turned away, leaving the mangled remains behind him, the marks of his boots still imprinted in the snow. The fight had ended, but something inside him had changed—a part of him that hadn’t existed before. He felt stronger. Colder. And for once, completely alive.

Without looking back, Demir started walking toward the bus, the wind picking up as the snow began to fall again, covering the blackened ground like a fresh, untouched blanket. The Murder Drone’s ruined body would be buried soon enough. Forgotten.

But Demir wouldn’t forget. Not for a long time.

Suddenly, an idea struck Demir like lightning. A wicked grin spread across his face as he looked down at the remains of the Murder Drone, his red eyes gleaming with excitement. Murder Drone arms… weapons… I can use this.

Demir knelt beside the shattered corpse, ignoring the acrid smell of leaking nanite acid and burnt circuits. With practiced hands, he yanked the drone’s severed arms free from its mangled torso, metal groaning and wires snapping like tendons. Each arm was still intact, the sleek white plating stained with dark oil. At the ends of those arms were their true treasures—built-in weapon systems that could switch between blades and guns, tools of war he had seen in action too many times.

“This is gonna be fun,” Demir muttered under his breath, hauling the heavy drone arms back to the bus.

He slammed the arms onto the snow beside the vehicle, his mind already racing with possibilities. Programming had always been his strong suit, and now that skill was about to pay off. Demir opened a panel near the bus’s engine compartment, sparks crackling as he exposed a tangle of outdated wires and machinery. “Perfect,” he said, grinning as he grabbed his tools from his bag.  

With speed and precision, Demir began rigging the Murder Drone’s arms to the front sides of the bus. He stripped wires, connected circuits, and forced compatibility between the drone’s advanced systems and the bus’s primitive hardware. The process was messy—haphazard welding left black burn marks across the metal, and oil smeared on his hands as he worked. But Demir didn’t care. Each spark that flew out and each hum of machinery connecting only fed his growing anticipation.

The real challenge came when he accessed the programming systems. Demir whipped out his Xiaomi 1063, opening a custom coding application. His fingers flew across the screen as lines of code appeared in rapid succession. He rewrote targeting protocols, rerouted power flows, and disabled safety checks, forcing the drone’s weapons systems to integrate seamlessly with the bus’s mechanics. A spark shot out as the circuits fully connected, and a satisfying beep confirmed the link.

Demir stepped back, admiring his work. Two fully operational Murder Drone arms were now mounted on either side of the bus like makeshift turrets, their gun barrels gleaming menacingly. He wiped oil off his face with the back of his hand, his grin turning downright predatory.  

“Well,” Demir chuckled, “who said murder drones were the only ones who could have fun?”

Sliding back into the driver’s seat, Demir turned the ignition. The bus roared to life with a deep, aggressive growl, as though it knew it had been reborn into something far more dangerous. Demir tightened his grip on the wheel, his excitement building.

“Let’s see what this baby can really do,” he whispered to himself.

Demir slammed his foot on the gas pedal. The tires screeched against the snow, kicking up clouds of white powder as the bus lunged forward like a feral beast. The engine roared louder than ever before, vibrating the entire frame as it pushed far beyond its previous limits. From the sluggish 70 mph it had once struggled to reach, the bus now screamed across the snowy wasteland at a blistering 120 mph.  

The world outside blurred into a streak of white and gray as Demir navigated the uneven terrain with ease, his red eyes locked on the road ahead. Snow crunched violently beneath the tires, and debris scattered as he plowed through remnants of broken structures and abandoned machines. Occasionally, the drone arms jostled slightly on their mounts, but their systems remained steady, ready to unleash chaos at Demir’s command.

The wind howled as it slammed against the windshield, but inside the bus, Demir was calm, collected—his grin unwavering. He could feel it now, the power under his control. No longer just a drone scavenging for survival, Demir had turned this rusted old bus into a speeding weapon. It wasn’t just transportation anymore; it was a statement.

“Who knew,” Demir muttered, his voice low and confident as he pushed the gas pedal down even harder, “These pathetic murder drones were actually kinda useful?” 

The bus barreled forward, unstoppable, the guttural growl of its engine echoing across the frozen wasteland like a war cry.

Demir’s hands gripped the steering wheel as if his very life depended on it. The wind outside howled fiercely, but inside the bus, Demir’s grin was wide, matching the intensity of his pulse. The wheels of the bus churned through the thick snow, creating a trail of white powder that swirled behind him. The modified Murder Drone arms clung to the sides of the bus, their mechanical joints humming with power, the newly added weaponry a constant reminder of the lethal potential he now controlled. The engine, previously underpowered and slow, now roared like a beast unleashed, its growl vibrating through the metal walls of the bus.

Demir had never driven this fast before. His vision blurred as the snowy wasteland stretched out before him, a barren landscape of ice and abandoned remnants of the world that had once been. His speedometer, pushed to the brink, read an astounding 200 miles per hour. He had no idea how the bus could handle it, but the thrill of the speed exhilarated him, each second that passed feeding the fire in his chest. He could feel the vibrations in the floor, the rumble of the engine beneath him—every part of the bus working in tandem with the unstoppable force he’d conjured by fusing the Murder Drone arms with the vehicle.

His heart raced in sync with the revving of the engine, and his breath quickened, his adrenaline spiking. The bus was more than a vehicle now; it was an extension of him, a means to his goal. He knew what lay ahead: the Forest of the Dead. His thoughts flickered back to the map on his phone, the image burned into his mind. This was it—the place where he would find Dr. Doneman. But it wasn’t just that. It was a place that promised danger, mystery, and challenge. It was the kind of place Demir thrived in, where the unknown pushed him to his limits.

The forest loomed on the horizon now, growing larger with each passing second. Massive trees, their skeletal branches clawing at the cold, grey sky, stood like silent sentinels, watching over the frozen landscape. The trees in the Forest of the Dead had no leaves—just twisted trunks and limbs that seemed to curl inward, as if trying to protect the secrets hidden within. The snow here was deeper, untouched by footprints, untouched by time. It was a place preserved in the quiet chill of death.

Demir’s grin widened. He could feel it now, the thrum of something in the air. The forest wasn’t just a place on a map—it was a challenge. A warning. And Demir loved it. The bus, now reaching its peak speed, began to shake under the force. Demir could feel the vibrations reverberating through the metal chassis, but it was no match for his drive. The engine screamed in a way that made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t in days.

He leaned into the wheel, pushing the bus even harder, ignoring the way the tires screamed against the snow and the ice. His eyes were locked on the entrance to the forest, the eerie silhouettes of the trees growing larger with each heartbeat. There was no turning back now. Demir had already crossed a line; there was no more hesitation, no more fear. Only forward.

The snow swirled around him, whipping by in a blur, the bus cutting through it like a knife through butter. The forest now stretched out before him, dark and foreboding. The sky overhead was the color of ash, and the wind carried with it a faint, haunting moan. Demir could almost hear the whispers of the forest, the secrets it kept hidden in its icy embrace. And yet, despite the chilling atmosphere, Demir’s grip on the wheel tightened, his heart pounding with excitement. This was what he had been waiting for.

“Here we go,” Demir muttered under his breath, a wicked grin still plastered across his face.

As the bus barreled toward the forest’s edge, Demir could already see the deep shadows beneath the trees, where the snow was untouched by any traveler. The path ahead seemed narrow, as if the trees themselves were closing in, ready to swallow him whole. Yet, he didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink. His eyes were fixed on the path ahead, focused entirely on what lay beyond.

The bus flew into the forest at breakneck speed, the engine howling as Demir expertly maneuvered it through the snow-covered trees. The snow was deeper here, and Demir could feel the resistance as the wheels bit into the frozen ground, the metal screeching slightly as it struggled to maintain traction. But he didn’t slow down. He couldn’t. The feeling of speed, of power, was too intoxicating. The Murder Drone arms gripped the bus, stabilizing it as Demir cut through the dense trees, the twisted trunks looming like dark guardians on either side.

Every now and then, Demir would hear the sound of something moving just out of sight, a crack in the snow beneath the weight of unseen footsteps. His senses were on high alert, his body vibrating with the rush of excitement and danger. The trees seemed to close in around him as the forest grew denser, the path narrowing. But Demir pushed forward. No distractions. No hesitations. He was unstoppable. 

The wind howled louder as the forest swallowed the bus whole, the world outside turning to a blur of white and grey. The trees, their skeletal forms rising from the ground like twisted statues, seemed to loom closer, their gnarled limbs reaching toward the bus as though trying to grab hold of it. 

Demir didn’t care. He grinned, gripping the wheel with a sense of dark satisfaction. The Forest of the Dead had nothing on him. He was ready.

Demir halted the bus at the edge of the Forest of the Dead, the snow-dusted trees looming in front of him like ancient, skeletal sentinels guarding the entrance to something far darker. He sat there for a moment, staring at the eerie forest, taking in the quiet that seemed to smother everything. The wind whistled between the barren branches, but there were no sounds of wildlife, no rustle of movement, only the heavy silence of snow-covered ground. It felt almost unnatural, as though the forest itself had swallowed all sound.

With a deep breath, Demir unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. The bus, despite its modified strength and speed, couldn’t navigate the densely packed trees that lay ahead. It would be far too cumbersome to drive through, and the forest was much too thick for a vehicle to squeeze through without getting stuck. 

Reluctantly, Demir switched off the bus engine, the low hum of the machine dying out in the cold air. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the vehicle one last time. It had served him well, carrying him through the snowy wasteland at incredible speeds, but now it was time to move on. The doctor was somewhere within the depths of this forest, and Demir wasn’t going to let anything stop him from finding him.

“Guess I’ll be walking the rest of the way,” he muttered to himself, his breath visible in the frigid air. 

He stepped out of the bus, boots crunching in the snow as he made his way toward the dense forest. The snow was thick here, more than a foot deep in places, and the air carried a biting cold that nipped at his skin. The further he walked into the forest, the more the trees seemed to close in around him, their twisted branches reaching out like skeletal arms trying to trap him in their frozen embrace.

The trees themselves were strange—gnarled and warped, as though they'd been twisted by something unnatural. Their bare, brittle limbs extended toward the sky, and the few remaining leaves clung desperately to the branches, dead and brown. The scent of pine mixed with the sharp, cold air, but there was something else too—something faintly metallic, like blood in the wind, though Demir couldn’t tell if it was just his imagination.

As he walked deeper into the forest, Demir couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. His instincts, sharpened over time, told him something wasn’t quite right here. There was an unsettling stillness in the air, the kind that put him on edge, made him feel as though every sound, every movement, was amplified tenfold.

He reached into his bag and pulled out a flashlight, turning it on as he pushed further into the forest. The light cast long, eerie shadows on the snow-covered ground, dancing like specters in the trees. The path ahead wasn’t clear—it was a mess of tangled roots and fallen branches, the way forward uncertain and treacherous. Demir had to keep his eyes sharp, stepping carefully to avoid tripping over the uneven ground beneath the snow.

As the hours passed, Demir felt more and more isolated. The further he went, the quieter the world became, the more desolate it seemed. He had left the bus behind, the hum of the engine now replaced with the haunting silence of the forest. He was completely alone, with nothing but his own thoughts and the distant, eerie sounds of the wind to keep him company. 

The feeling of loneliness gnawed at him. It wasn’t the kind of solitude that gave him peace—it was a cold, oppressive feeling, one that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He couldn’t shake the idea that the forest itself was alive, watching him, waiting.

Demir gritted his teeth and pushed forward. He had a purpose now, a goal he couldn’t afford to abandon, no matter how eerie the forest seemed. This place, the Forest of the Dead, was simply another obstacle to overcome, another part of the journey. He would find Dr. Doneman, and he would get the answers he needed.

After what felt like hours, Demir finally stopped to check his map app. According to the GPS, the Doctor’s location was still far ahead, deeper into the forest. But Demir’s progress was slow. The trees here were thick, and the path was growing more difficult to navigate. The snow piled higher, the trees closer together, the shadows darker.

He sighed, adjusting the strap of his bag and shoving his phone back into his pocket. There was no use in worrying. He had faced worse. He had overcome far more dangerous obstacles in the past. This was just another challenge to tackle.

Demir continued forward, determined. The crunch of his boots in the snow was the only sound, and the cold wind that howled through the trees was the only companion he had. The forest seemed endless, its maze of dead trees stretching far beyond what he could see. But he had to keep going.

Then, without warning, a flicker of movement caught Demir's eye. A shadow, shifting in the corner of his vision. He froze, his senses on high alert. His heart raced as he scanned the forest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their bare branches swaying in the wind.

It was probably just his mind playing tricks on him. The isolation, the unnerving silence—it was starting to get to him.

But then the wind shifted, carrying a strange scent with it—metallic, foul, like something decayed. Demir's eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively reaching for the pickaxe at his side. His instincts were telling him to prepare for something. Something was out there. He didn’t know what it was, but it was coming closer.

The wind howled louder as the trees groaned in response, and the temperature seemed to drop even further. Demir took a deep breath, his grip tightening on the pickaxe. Whatever it was, he was ready for it. The Doctor was still out there, and nothing—absolutely nothing—was going to stop him from reaching his goal.

Demir continued to scan his surroundings, the eerie silence of the forest pressing in on him. Every rustling leaf, every crack of the branches, sent a jolt of tension through him. His hand instinctively gripped the pickaxe tighter as his eyes darted around, trying to catch any sign of movement. His senses were on high alert, every muscle in his body ready for whatever threat this forest might throw at him.

The wind shifted, sending a shiver down his spine as the trees groaned under the weight of the snow. And then, amidst the unsettling stillness, there was a sound—a soft crunch of snow underfoot, barely noticeable, but there. Demir’s eyes snapped toward the source. He couldn’t quite place it, but something was moving. He waited, breath held, his grip on the pickaxe tightening. 

And then, the figure emerged from behind a snow-covered tree. Demir froze, eyes narrowing. But to his surprise, it wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t some monstrous creature or twisted thing hiding in the trees. It was… a worker drone?

Demir let out a breath of relief, lowering his weapon slightly. The figure approaching him was a girl—at least, she appeared to be one. She was a worker drone, no doubt about it. But unlike Demir, who had grown accustomed to the hardened, mechanical appearance of his kind, this girl had a more youthful look to her. She looked about 15 years old, her frame slim but athletic, and her face was soft yet serious.

Her medium-length hair framed her face in messy curtain bangs, and her eyes—khaki in color—seemed to flicker with a mix of anxiety and determination. She wore a plain black hoodie, the fabric a little worn from what must have been an arduous journey, and black sneakers that looked like they’d been through a lot. Despite the clear signs of fatigue, there was something about her posture—an almost subtle smugness in the way she held herself—as if she didn’t quite belong in the circumstances she found herself in.

Demir raised an eyebrow. “Lost?” he asked, his voice flat but not unkind.

The girl gave him a quick glance, eyes flicking over him for a second, before she sighed in frustration. “Oi! Do you know how to get out of this forest?” she asked, her tone a mix of urgency and annoyance, as if she had been trying to find her way for much longer than she had expected.

Demir glanced at the trees surrounding them, the thick branches and snow-laden underbrush blocking any clear path. “Depends,” he said, his gaze steady, “Which colony do you live in?”

The girl looked like she hesitated for a second before answering. “Coporia,” she said, her voice somewhat quieter now, though still carrying that slight edge of frustration. “That’s where I’m from.”

Demir didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he pulled out his phone and opened up the maps app, quickly searching for the location. As he scrolled, his expression remained unreadable, and the silence between them stretched on. When he found it, he swiped his finger across the screen, tapping on the route to Coporia Colony.

“Your colony’s 45 miles away,” he said flatly, barely looking up from his phone as he scrolled through the map.

The girl’s face fell, and she let out a breath, clearly shocked. “WHAT?!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide as she processed the distance. “45 miles?! How the hell am I supposed to get out of here now?”

Demir stood there, watching her response with a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “Well, you could follow me. I’m pretty much going in the same direction,” he offered, his tone casual, though there was an underlying note of practicality in his words.

The girl crossed her arms and let out a frustrated sigh, clearly torn. “Ugh, fine. You’re lucky I’m not just leaving you out here,” she muttered under her breath, but Demir could hear the reluctant acceptance in her voice. “I’ll come with you. I don’t really have another choice, do I?”

Demir shrugged nonchalantly, the grin on his face still present as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket. “Guess not. Let’s get moving then.”

The girl glanced at him briefly, her khaki eyes studying him for a moment. “You’re… different,” she said suddenly, as if she had just realized it. Her voice wasn’t judgmental, but there was an edge of curiosity in it. “You don’t act like most worker drones.”

Demir’s smile faded slightly, and he gave her a level look. “Who cares,” he said simply, the undertone of his words making it clear he didn’t want to get into the specifics right now. “Let’s just focus on getting out of here.”

She seemed to understand, and with a nod, she started walking beside him, her pace quickening to match his. They moved through the dense forest together, the silence between them growing comfortable as they continued onward. The snow crunched underfoot, and the wind howled through the bare trees, but for the first time in what felt like forever, Demir didn’t feel quite as alone.

Despite the strange circumstances, the girl’s presence gave him a sense of ease—a reminder that maybe, just maybe, there were others out here in this cold, desolate place. Other workers like him. He glanced at her, noticing the small details—her fidgeting, the way her eyes kept scanning their surroundings, the way she seemed to be constantly on edge.

As they walked, Demir couldn’t help but wonder how long she had been in this forest. How had she gotten lost? Was she alone? Her story, like his own, was still a mystery. But for now, it didn’t matter. They were in this together, whether she liked it or not. 

“By the way,” Demir said, breaking the silence again, “I’m Demir.”

The girl glanced at him again, then tilted her head. “Yun,” she replied, a bit of her former smugness returning. “Nice to meet you, I guess.”

Demir couldn’t help but chuckle a little under his breath. “Well, let’s get moving then, Yun. The forest isn’t getting any warmer.”

“Also, we’ll only move by night,” Demir said, his voice steady but carrying an odd finality to it.

Yun gave him a raised eyebrow. “What? Why?”

Demir glanced over at her, his eyes narrowing slightly, a flicker of discomfort in his gaze. “For some reason, in the sunlight, I get all glitchy,” he explained, the words coming out slower than usual, as if the topic wasn’t one he enjoyed discussing. “Feels like my systems are overheating or something. It’s like the light messes with my processing or maybe the heat from the sun interferes with my circuits.”

Yun gave him a skeptical look, her expression a mix of disbelief and curiosity. “Seriously? That’s… weird. You don’t look like you’d have those kinds of problems. I thought drones like us were designed to handle any kind of environment,” she said, a slight edge of teasing in her tone.

“Well I dont know why it happens to me so would you kindly stop asking questions?,” Demir said with a bit of an edge and sarcasm to his voice, but then he sighed, his irritation fading as quickly as it came. “So, yeah. We move at night, sleep by day. It’s just easier that way.” He adjusted the weight of his pack, shifting the wings of the murder drone, which he had carried on his back ever since he’d taken them. 

Yun scoffed, but there was a touch of amusement in her eyes. “Really? I like the mornings of Copper-9. The way the sun hits the snow, and everything glows with this red light. It’s kind of beautiful.” She tilted her head back and glanced upward as if imagining the scene, her expression distant and wistful. “But I guess that’s just me. Some of us still appreciate what’s left of beauty around here.”

Demir’s eyes shifted briefly, watching her with a strange sense of detachment. He didn’t know why she reminded him of something—or someone. It was more than just the way she held herself, or the way she’d spoken just now. It was something about the way she still saw beauty in this place, despite everything. Something familiar, something he’d lost a long time ago.

His gaze hardened slightly, a flash of something cold flickering in his eyes. It was the same feeling he got when he remembered how much he used to care before. Before everything changed. Before the murder of his parents, before he became the detached, cold figure he was now. 

“Do you want to go alone or not?” Demir said, cutting through the moment, his tone sharper than he intended.

Yun blinked, surprised by his sudden change in tone. She smirked, her mischievous grin returning as quickly as it had faded. “Fair point, Mr. Vampire,” she teased, her voice light with mockery but no malice.

Demir felt a flicker of annoyance, but it was fleeting. The moment passed, and the air between them grew quieter. He turned his head, facing the path ahead, trying to push away the thoughts that lingered in his mind. He didn’t need to think about the past. He didn’t need to think about the old him—the one who had hope, who cared about things, who believed in beauty.

He glanced at Yun again, and for a moment, it was like seeing his old self reflected back at him—when he still had the will to care, when he still wanted to see the world as something more than a cold, mechanical place. But that was before his parents were taken from him. Before he realized that the world wasn’t kind, wasn’t fair.

Before he understood that everything was a lie.

“You remind me of someone I used to know,” Demir muttered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Yun didn’t respond immediately. She looked at him sideways, as if measuring his words. “Someone you used to know?” she echoed. “Is that so?”

Demir clenched his jaw. “Never mind,” he muttered quickly, feeling that uncomfortable shift again. “Let’s just focus on getting through the forest. It’ll be night soon, and I don’t want to be caught out here when the temperature drops.”

Yun seemed to sense the change in his mood, but she didn’t push further. She simply nodded, looking around the thick trees and the deep snow around them. “Yeah, sure. Lead the way, Mr. Vampire.”

Demir gritted his teeth, pushing the remnants of his old emotions aside. The forest stretched ahead of them, dense and mysterious, like something out of a nightmare. He couldn’t afford to get distracted by the past—not now. Not when the forest, the cold, the danger, was all around them.

And yet, as they continued walking together, there was something stirring inside him—a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time. It wasn’t hope, not exactly. But it was something close to it. A flicker of warmth in the cold, a reminder of the life he had once lived before all of this started.

But that life was gone.

And now, Demir had a new purpose.

They trudged along the barely visible path in the forest, the snow underfoot crunching with each step as the sun slowly began to rise, casting long shadows through the skeletal trees. The silence of the forest was unsettling, the kind of quiet that made every noise seem amplified, like the whisper of the wind or the creaking of a branch. Demir’s pace was slow, his stomach aching with each step. A gnawing sensation twisted in his gut, the unfamiliar discomfort a reminder of how the sunlight always drained him.

“Let’s set camp now,” Demir said, his voice low and tight, clutching his stomach as he tried to push through the sickness. He could feel his systems overheating, glitching in the sunlight’s harsh rays. It was no use. He needed rest before the day fully broke through.

Yun, her arms crossed as she looked around, smirked. “Alright, alright, whatever you say, as long as I get out of here.” She seemed unbothered by the forest, almost amused by Demir’s discomfort. Demir ignored her teasing tone and set to work, pulling out his tent with practiced precision.

The tent, though small in size, was a marvel of design—a futuristic structure that looked almost out of place against the backdrop of Copper-9’s perpetual winter. Made of foldable metal, it had a sleek, minimalistic look, and despite its compact appearance, it unfolded into a spacious interior. Demir looked at it with a sense of satisfaction. It was more than just a shelter; it was a piece of technology he was proud of, something that could protect them in the harsh conditions outside. 

Yun raised an eyebrow as Demir finished setting it up. “Not bad,” she commented, her voice mixed with genuine curiosity and a bit of sarcasm.

Demir gave her a small nod as he entered the tent. “I try,” he muttered, stepping inside and setting his pack down. The interior was surprisingly comfortable. The walls, lined with temperature-controlled panels, adjusted the environment to keep them warm despite the freezing cold outside.

Demir claimed the larger bedroom, while Yun reluctantly took the smaller room. Demir knew she wouldn’t complain, at least not out loud. Yun wasn’t the type to voice any dissatisfaction directly unless it was absolutely necessary. He watched her lie down, eyes already half-closed as she settled into the makeshift bed. Within moments, she was asleep, the rhythmic sound of her breathing a reminder of how exhausted they both were.

Demir, however, couldn’t sleep. He lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. The silence inside the tent felt suffocating. He reached into his bag and pulled out his phone, the screen flickering to life with the familiar interface. His fingers hovered for a moment over the apps, before he selected his gallery.

The photos on his phone were a sharp contrast to the desolate world outside. They were from two years ago, back when things were different—back when he still had friends, back when Rian and Neyan were by his side. The group photos, full of laughter and carefree smiles, seemed almost like another lifetime now. Demir ran his thumb across the images, his eyes lingering on each one for a few moments.

The memories hit him harder than he expected. He could almost hear their voices again, their jokes, their camaraderie. He used to laugh just like them, back when everything was still… normal. Now, it was just him, alone, with his memories and his goals. The people he had once trusted, the bonds he had shared with them, felt distant. Like a dream he could never fully reach again.

He swiped to another photo—a picture of him and Neyan, both of them caught in mid-laugh, because Rian suddenly woke up in the background. Demir’s eyes lingered on it for a long time. His chest tightened. He could almost feel their presence there, standing beside him. 

A deep sigh escaped his lips, and for a brief second, he felt a pang of longing. But then, the weight of the present settled back in. He couldn’t afford to dwell on the past. Not now. Not when there was so much to do. 

With a quick swipe, Demir closed the photo app and set the phone down on his bed. He rolled over, staring into the dim light of the tent as he tried to push the memories aside. He couldn’t afford to let them slow him down. Not when his mission was so clear—he had to find the doctor. He had to unlock the secrets of the wings, the true potential of the Absolute Solver. Everything else was a distraction.

As he closed his eyes, trying to block out the thoughts racing in his head, Demir finally allowed himself to fall into a restless sleep. The weight of the past and the harsh reality of the present loomed over him like a storm cloud, but it was only in sleep that he could find temporary peace.

For now, he could only move forward, keeping the memories locked away in the back of his mind. And when the sun set, they would continue their journey into the heart of the forest.

In his dreams, that same fateful day came rushing back to haunt him—the day he lost control, the day he unleashed a storm of destruction that could never be undone. The classroom materialized around him like a cruel stage, its broken remnants freezing him in place. He recognized every detail: the overturned desks, the shattered windows letting in the cold, bitter air of Copper-9, and the lifeless remains of those who had once been his peers. Their unblinking, oil-streaked faces stared blankly at nothing, a sight that was burned into his memory. 

Demir braced himself for the usual crushing wave of guilt and regret, but this time, something was different. The scene felt unnervingly vivid, but it didn’t overwhelm him as it used to. It was as though he was both there and not there, detached from the raw emotions of the moment. Then it hit him—this was a dream. And for the first time, he realized he had control. 

He turned his gaze downward, toward the center of the wreckage. There, kneeling amidst the carnage, was his past self. His younger version shook violently, his hands clutching his head as though trying to block out the horror of what he had done. His whole body trembled, his sobs barely audible in the suffocating silence of the dreamscape. The younger Demir’s voice cracked with despair, repeating the same phrases over and over like a broken record.

“It’s my fault… It’s all my fault. I can’t fix this. I can’t—”

The Demir of the present, calm and lucid in the dream, stared at this pitiful version of himself. His heart twisted, a mix of pity and shame coursing through him. Was this really who he had been? So small, so broken? The sight filled him with a painful clarity, a reminder of the depths he had clawed his way out of over the weeks. Yet, beneath the ache, there was something else—a flicker of understanding, of forgiveness.  

He stepped forward, his boots crunching against the shattered debris scattered across the classroom floor. The younger Demir didn’t look up at first, lost in his own torment. But then, as though sensing a presence, the past Demir raised his tear-streaked face. His red, glitching eyes were wide with fear and self-loathing, reflecting the weight of the countless lives he had taken.

When their gazes met, it felt like time itself froze. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The younger Demir’s lips quivered, his voice barely a whisper. 

“I can’t take it back… I can’t undo this…”

The words hung in the air, heavy with despair. The present Demir knelt in front of his past self, his expression soft but firm. Slowly, he extended a hand toward the trembling boy. His voice, steady and calm, carried an authority born from pain and experience.

“You can’t undo it,” he said gently. “No one can. But you don’t have to let it define you.”

The younger Demir stared at the outstretched hand, his own shaking as he hesitated. The fear in his eyes clashed with the faintest glimmer of hope. After a long, tense moment, he finally reached out, his fingers brushing against the hand of his future self. When their hands connected, a surge of warmth spread through the dreamscape, chasing away the cold, the darkness, and the wreckage. 

The world around them began to dissolve into light, fragmenting into soft, glowing shards that floated upward like embers. The classroom faded away, replaced by an endless golden glow. The two Demirs stood in the light, side by side. For the first time, the younger Demir looked at peace, his tears drying as he stood taller, the weight lifting from his shoulders. 

When Demir’s eyes opened, reality greeted him with its usual chill. He lay in his small, futuristic bed inside the foldable tent, the metallic walls glowing faintly in the evening light. He stared at the ceiling, the echoes of his dream still fresh in his mind. For years, that day had haunted him, clinging to him like chains, dragging him down with every step he took. But now, something was different. 

He reached for his phone, the screen illuminating his face as he checked the time. It was 5 p.m.—the sun had set, and it was time to move again. But this time, as he sat up and prepared himself for the journey ahead, he felt… lighter. The crushing guilt, the endless loop of regret that had weighed on him for so long, was gone. 

Demir let out a slow breath, his lips curving into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. He wasn’t the boy he had been in that classroom. He wasn’t broken anymore. For the first time in years, he felt whole.

Finally, Demir was free from the chains.

Demir sat up from his bed, the faint hum of the tent’s futuristic systems barely audible in the quiet of the evening. His red eyes glimmered faintly in the low light as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, running a hand through his messy brown hair. The dream still lingered in his mind, its emotional weight tempered by a newfound clarity. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. He stood, his movements deliberate and quiet, and made his way to Yun’s room.

The hallway connecting their rooms was dimly lit by the soft glow of the tent’s energy-efficient lighting. As he reached Yun’s door, he paused for a moment, listening to the soft sound of her steady breathing from within. With a sigh, he pushed the button to open the door, the soft hiss of the sliding mechanism breaking the silence.

“Wake up,” Demir said, his voice calm but firm as he stepped inside. “It’s night.”

Yun groaned from beneath her blanket, turning over and burying her face in the pillow. “Already?” she muttered, her voice muffled. “Feels like I’ve had an hour of sleep…” She let out a loud yawn, her arms stretching above her head as she reluctantly sat up. Her medium-length hair was messy, and her khaki eyes blinked sleepily as she looked at Demir with a mix of irritation and exhaustion.

“Well, hurry up. I don’t care,” Demir replied plainly, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway. His tone was as dry as ever, though his expression betrayed a hint of impatience.

Yun gave him a look, part annoyed and part amused. “You’re really not a morning—or night—person, are you?” she quipped, before sliding out of bed. “Do you ever, like, relax? Or are you always this serious?”

Demir raised an eyebrow but didn’t bother responding. Instead, he waited silently as Yun stretched again, letting out another yawn before slipping on her sneakers. She pulled her hoodie over her head, smoothing it out as she stood up and grabbed her small bag.

“I guess I don’t have a choice, huh?” Yun said, her voice laced with playful sarcasm as she slung her bag over her shoulder. “Wouldn’t want Mr. Vampire here to leave me behind in this spooooky forest.”

Demir shot her a flat look, unimpressed by the nickname. “Let’s go,” he said curtly, turning on his heel and heading back toward the main area of the tent. Yun followed, smirking to herself as she trailed behind him.

As they reached the tent’s exit, Demir grabbed his flashlight and secured his belongings. Stepping outside, he turned back to the futuristic structure, pressing a button on the control panel near the door. The metal walls shimmered and folded inward with a quiet mechanical hum, the entire tent compacting into a sleek, cube-shaped device small enough to fit into his palm. He tucked the portable tent into his backpack with practiced efficiency, ensuring it was secure before pulling the straps tight.

Yun watched the process with mild surprise, raising an eyebrow. “Okay, I’ll admit, that’s pretty cool,” she said, adjusting her own bag. “Where’d you even get something like that?”

“Does it matter?” Demir replied plainly, brushing past her. “Let’s move.”

Yun rolled her eyes but followed him as they set off into the forest. The cold night air of Copper-9 seeped around them, the dark expanse of the Forest of the Dead stretching out before them. The skeletal trees cast eerie shadows under the faint light of the moon, their bare branches reaching out like clawed hands against the night sky. 

“Great. Back into the creepy woods,” Yun muttered, clutching her flashlight. “You sure you know where we’re going?”

“I have the map,” Demir replied tersely, holding up his phone. “Just stay close and don’t slow me down.”

“Wow, such a charmer,” Yun said with a grin, her tone dripping with sarcasm. But despite her teasing, she stayed close to Demir as they stepped out into the forest. 

The two of them moved cautiously along the barely visible path, their flashlights cutting through the thick darkness. Yun glanced at Demir every now and then, noting how focused he looked, his gaze scanning the surroundings for any signs of movement. She couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in his head, but she didn’t dare ask. Something about the way he carried himself made it clear he wasn’t someone who shared easily.

For Demir, the walk was a welcome distraction from his thoughts. The forest was quiet, save for the crunch of snow beneath their feet and the occasional rustle of the wind through the barren branches. He kept his mind on the task at hand, determined to make progress toward their destination. But the lingering weight of his dreams and the reminder of his past self tugged at the edges of his focus, a strange mixture of sorrow and determination fueling his steps. 

Still, a part of him couldn’t shake the odd sense of familiarity he felt when he looked at Yun. She reminded him of someone—himself, perhaps, before everything fell apart. The thought lingered, a small ember of warmth in the cold, unyielding landscape. As they trudged forward, Demir’s focus remained sharp. He wouldn’t let anything, or anyone, derail him from his mission.

Demir and Yun trudged through the thick snow, the cold air biting at their frames. Yun was humming softly to herself, her breath visible in the frosty night, while Demir scanned the forest with sharp, calculating eyes. Something about this stretch of the forest felt... off. The air was heavy, the silence oppressive. It set Demir on edge, his instincts sharpening. 

Then, he heard it: a faint rustling sound coming from nearby. His red eyes narrowed as he stopped in his tracks. 

“Do you hear that?” Demir asked, his voice low and cautious.

Yun, oblivious, glanced at him with a raised brow. “Hear what? You goin’ insane, Mr. Vampire?” she quipped, a smirk playing on her lips.

“No!” Demir snapped, his tone laced with irritation. “I’m being serious. You stay here.” 

Yun’s smirk faded as she caught the edge in his voice. His demeanor shifted from his usual cold indifference to something far more serious. Her teasing stopped, and she nodded, watching silently as Demir moved toward the source of the sound. His steps were deliberate and quiet, his flashlight lowered to avoid giving away his position. 

The rustling grew louder as he approached the snow-covered bush—though it was more sticks than leaves, given the barren state of Copper-9’s flora. Demir’s senses were on high alert, the Absolute Solver’s energy subtly thrumming within him. 

Suddenly, the bush exploded with movement, and a murder drone lunged at him, faster than he anticipated. The force of the attack sent Demir sprawling onto his back in the snow, the drone pinning him down with alarming strength. 

It was a female murder drone, her white shaggy mullet wolf-cut hair framing a face that was equal parts unnerving and smug. A headband secured five small pouches of nanite acid atop her head, her glowing yellow eyes piercing through the night. Her suit was as sharp and pristine as the rest of her appearance, but it was her long, whip-like tail—ending in a syringe filled with nanite acid—that sent a chill down Demir’s spine.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” the Murder Drone purred, her voice dripping with mockery. Her smile was wide and predatory as she leaned in closer to Demir, her yellow eyes gleaming with hunger. “Two little worker drones wandering around this forest. Don’t you know it’s dangerous here?” 

Demir glared up at her, unflinching. “Get off me,” he growled.

The Murder Drone tilted her head, her grin growing even wider. “You all are so nice, though,” she said with faux sweetness, her voice taking on a singsong quality. “Giving me such a lovely snack. I’m quite hungry, you know.”

Her mocking tone and eerie smile pushed Demir’s patience past its limit. “Shut up, you creep,” he spat, his voice filled with venom. 

Without hesitation, Demir channeled the Absolute Solver’s energy, combining telekinetic force with the black-hole-like energy that pulsed within him. A flicker of dark distortion surrounded his frame as he focused the power into his legs. With a surge of strength, he drove his knee into the murder drone’s stomach, sending her flying back with a pained grunt. 

The impact left the murder drone momentarily stunned, skidding across the snow before stopping a few feet away. Demir scrambled to his feet, his red eyes glowing faintly as he steadied himself. His heart pounded in his chest, but his face remained cold and composed.

Yun, standing a safe distance away, stared wide-eyed at the scene. “What the heck was that?!” she shouted, gripping her flashlight tightly.

“Stay back!” Demir barked, his focus entirely on the murder drone as she picked herself up from the snow, her predatory grin replaced by a scowl of annoyance. 

“Oh, you’re going to regret that,” the murder drone hissed, her eyes narrowing dangerously. She flexed her clawed fingers, her tail swishing menacingly behind her. The syringe at its tip gleamed ominously in the moonlight, a stark reminder of the danger she posed.

Demir didn’t flinch. His hands balled into fists as he summoned more of the Absolute Solver’s power, the energy crackling faintly around him. “Bring it,” he said coldly, his voice steady and unyielding.

The murder drone’s grin returned, sharper and more bloodthirsty than before. “Oh, don’t worry,” she sneered. “I will.” 

The tension crackled in the air as the two faced off, the snow-covered forest around them serving as the battlefield for what was about to unfold.

Demir’s red eyes flared as he concentrated, the Absolute Solver’s energy swirling around him. With a burst of telekinetic power, he ripped an entire tree out of the snowy ground, roots and all. The massive tree groaned as it was uprooted, its trunk crackling with frost. With a flick of his wrist, Demir sent it hurtling through the air like a missile toward the murder drone.

The murder drone’s yellow eyes widened for a fraction of a second before she leaped into the air, narrowly avoiding the makeshift projectile. The tree crashed into the snow with a deafening thud, sending powder flying everywhere. The drone landed gracefully on her feet, brushing off a speck of snow from her suit and sneering. 

“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery.

Demir smirked, his stance unwavering. “No,” he replied coolly. “That’s just half.”

His tone was calm, almost detached, but his mind was a storm of calculations. Each move, every angle, and possible outcome ran through his head like clockwork. He wasn’t just fighting; he was strategizing, analyzing every moment with machine-like precision. 

The murder drone snarled, her wings unfurling from her back with a metallic snap. “You think I’m just going to let you stand there and look smug?!” she snapped. With a powerful beat of her wings, she launched herself toward him, her speed precise and deadly.

Demir sidestepped just in time, narrowly avoiding her claws as they swiped past him. Snow kicked up in a flurry as the murder drone spun on her heel, not giving him a moment to rest. With a menacing grin, she morphed her hand into a gleaming blade, the edges razor-sharp and forged from 33 layers of folded titanium. 

She lunged at him, her strikes coming fast and relentless, slicing through the air with lethal precision. Left, right, upward, downward—her blade moved like a blur, aiming to carve him into pieces. 

But Demir remained calm. His movements were fluid, effortless. He dodged each attack with calculated side-steps, his body weaving through the barrage like water flowing around a rock. 

“You’re not bad,” the Murder Drone hissed, her frustration beginning to show. “But I’m better!”

Demir didn’t respond immediately, his focus razor-sharp. Each of her attacks seemed wild yet methodical, but he knew better. He’d trained for this—trained relentlessly after his parents were taken from him two years ago. The pain, the loss, and the guilt had driven him to hone his skills to perfection, with and without the Absolute Solver.

The memories of those countless nights spent alone, practicing every move, every dodge, and every counterstrike, came flooding back. His fight with S and the other bald murder drone had only sharpened his abilities further as he realised most Murder Drones fight exactly the same.

“Better?” Demir finally said, his voice calm and confident as he dodged another strike with ease. “You’re predictable.”

The Murder Drone growled, her strikes becoming more aggressive, more erratic. But no matter how fast or strong her attacks were, Demir was always a step ahead. To her, he seemed untouchable, like a shadow slipping through her grasp. 

She pulled back for a moment, panting slightly, her blade dripping with snow and ice. “Why aren’t you afraid?” she spat, her yellow eyes glaring at him with a mixture of frustration and curiosity. 

Demir’s smirk widened. “Because I’ve fought worse than you,” he said, his voice cold and matter-of-fact. 

The murder drone’s face twisted with rage, and she let out a furious roar, launching herself at him once more. But Demir stood his ground, his red eyes glowing faintly as he prepared his next move. The fight wasn’t over—not yet—but he knew one thing for certain: he was in control. 

Demir’s smirk faded, replaced by a look of cold determination. His red eyes glowed brighter as energy from the Absolute Solver surged through his body, coiling in his fists like a storm ready to be unleashed. He calculated every angle, every ounce of force he’d need, and then, with a burst of telekinetic energy propelling him forward, he launched his attack.

His fist collided with the murder drone’s chest with an earth-shattering crack. The sheer force of the punch sent a shockwave rippling through the forest, shaking the ground violently. Snow cascaded from the trees, the air itself seeming to tremble under the impact. For a brief moment, it felt as if the world had been split apart—a magnitude 3 earthquake shook the area for five seconds, the vibrations echoing far and wide. 

The murder drone’s yellow eyes widened in shock as her body was hurled backward like a ragdoll. She smashed into a towering tree with a deafening crunch, the force snapping the trunk clean in half. The tree groaned under its own weight before crashing to the snowy ground, sending a plume of powder into the air.

Demir stood tall, his breathing steady as he surveyed the damage. His fist lowered slowly, the residual energy fading away as the forest grew silent once more. He narrowed his eyes at the fallen tree, watching for any movement. He knew better than to assume victory—not yet. 

Sure enough, as the snow began to settle, there was movement. Slowly, but with unmistakable resolve, the murder drone rose from the wreckage. Her metal frame creaked as she stood, her suit dented and scratched, and her face marred with scuffs from the impact. Despite the visible damage, her yellow eyes burned with unrelenting fury.

“Not bad,” she said, her voice slightly strained but still carrying that mocking tone. She wiped at a gash on her metallic cheek as if brushing off dust. “You’ve got a punch, I’ll give you that.”

Demir tilted his head slightly, unimpressed. “You’re still standing. I’ll fix that.”

The Murder Drone smirked, her stance steady despite the visible wear. “Big talk for a little worker drone,” she sneered. “But I’ve survived worse. You’ll have to do better than that.”

Demir’s gaze didn’t waver. “I always do.” 

The murder drone extended her wings, the jagged edges glinting under the pale moonlight. Her tail swished behind her, the syringe tip filled with nanite acid trembling slightly as if eager to strike. Snow crunched beneath her feet as she took a step forward, her confidence undeterred. 

But Demir didn’t flinch. Instead, he planted his feet firmly on the ground, his fists clenched as energy began to swirl around him again. The Absolute Solver wasn’t just a thing—it was an extension of his will, something that he wants to know more about, a manifestation of the strength he had forged through pain and loss. 

The fight wasn’t over, and both of them knew it. The forest stood as their silent witness, the snow-covered trees swaying gently in the aftermath of the quake. One thing was clear: neither of them would back down until one of them was no longer standing.

“Just so you know,”  the Murder Drone said, her hair flowing violently in the wind as she regained her composure. "The one who will destroy you is known as A." A smirked, the malicious gleam in her yellow eyes all too evident. “That's me, in case you weren’t paying attention.”

Demir’s gaze remained unflinching, though a hint of cold amusement played at the corners of his lips. "Ah, nice, now I know your name. Thank you," he said sarcastically, his tone clipped and void of any warmth. He raised a hand, fingers flexing as the Absolute Solver surged through him.

In an instant, 100 trees were uprooted, their trunks yanked from the ground with terrifying force. The splintering wood cracked like thunder in the otherwise silent forest. Without hesitation, Demir twisted the raw, jagged wood with his telekinetic power, shaping them into sharp, deadly daggers. He didn’t waste time; five of them flew toward A with blinding speed.

She dodged the first three, but the last two pierced through her hands with a sickening crack, pinning her to the tree. A’s yellow eyes flashed with fury as she struggled to free herself, but Demir was already moving. 

He lunged forward with the same brutal precision, closing the gap between them in an instant. His hand gripped her tightly, the cold metal of her body almost feeling like it was meant to break under his touch. Without waiting for her to regain control, he slammed his fist into her chest with enough force to shake the forest. Her mechanical form rattled under the impact, but Demir wasn’t finished.

The tree she was pinned to creaked under the tension as Demir dug his fingers into her metal body, prying it open with a sickening ease. The murder drone’s face contorted with pain and fear, her lips quivering as she gasped for breath. "No, no, no... NO NO NO NO…" Her voice, once mocking and cold, now trembled with desperation.

Demir’s grin widened, cold and eerie. “You should’ve stayed out of my way,” he murmured, before his hand closed around her fleshy core. A’s consciousness, still barely clinging to life, tried in vain to fight back, but Demir’s grip was ironclad. Her body twitched in what seemed like fear. 

She screamed in terror as he twisted her core in his hand, the energy crackling with force. Demir focused his will and summoned a small black hole, its edges distorting the air around it. The hole pulsed with a hunger of its own, drawing in everything nearby. Without hesitation, he shoved A's fleshy core into the dark void.

The black hole erupted into a violent burst of fire, and A’s screams echoed through the forest like a dying animal. “PLEASE NO!!!” she wailed, the agony in her voice unmistakable. “I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE HER!!” Her voice broke into a strangled sob, panic evident as she cried out, her words slowly warping into something raw and vulnerable.

“SHE’S MY EVERYTHING, PLEASEEEEE!!!” A cried, her screams now blending into a long, desperate wail that seemed to echo off the snow-covered trees.

But it was too late.

The fire from the black hole consumed everything. A’s screams gradually faded into nothingness, like the wind erasing the last traces of a fading memory. The fire blazed for a moment longer, then went silent.

Demir stood over the ashes of what was once the deadly murder drone. His expression was unchanged, emotionless, save for the faintest, unsettling grin tugging at the corner of his lips. He wiped his hand, now streaked with A’s remnants, on his pants.

The silence hung heavy in the air as Demir turned his gaze toward Yun, who stood frozen, her eyes wide in a mixture of fear and confusion.

“What... was... that?” Yun asked, her voice trembling as he panted, still trying to process what she had just witnessed.

Demir didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he just stared at the remains of A’s lifeless body, the flames from the black hole still licking at the air, flickering like a memory fading in the wind. Then, he looked back at Yun, his cold expression unchanged.

“Something you should never have to see,” Demir said, his voice low and emotionless. He wiped his hand again, as if brushing away the very memory of the Murder Drone's death. 

Yun, still shaken, took a step back, her mind spinning as he tried to make sense of the darkness in Demir’s eyes, the cruelty that had been unleashed. He didn’t understand it—couldn’t—but one thing was certain.

Demir was no longer the same person he’d met earlier in the forest. 

But who was that person that A was talking about? wondered Yun

“Stand up,” Demir said coldly, his voice cutting through the lingering tension. 

Yun, still shaken and processing what she had just witnessed, slowly got to her feet. She nodded silently, avoiding Demir's gaze as she brushed snow off her hoodie. Her mind was swirling with unanswered questions, but she could sense now wasn’t the time to ask them.

Demir turned away, already pulling out his phone and opening the maps app. He stared at the screen, his brow furrowing as he calculated their progress. “Ugh,” he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “We’re still 35 miles away from escaping this forest.”

“Really?!” Yun blurted out in a frustrated tone, her hands throwing up dramatically. “Feels like we’ve been walking forever.”

Demir rolled his eyes, pocketing his phone. They began walking again, their boots crunching against the snow-covered ground. The forest around them seemed eerily quiet, the faint sounds of their movements swallowed by the looming trees.

After a moment, Yun broke the silence. “You know… it was actually really cool how you took down that murder drone,” she said plainly, as though testing the waters. Her eyes flicked over to Demir, gauging his reaction. “I thought we were done for, no way we were getting out of that alive.”

Demir didn’t look at her. His expression remained stoic, his red eyes fixed ahead. “It wasn’t anything special,” he replied dismissively. “I’ve faced worse.”

Yun raised an eyebrow, folding her arms as they continued along the barely visible snowy path. “Worse, huh?” she said, her tone laced with mild curiosity. “Well, I thought you were an idiot for going head-on like that, but I guess you were… justified. You’ve got some skills, I’ll give you that.”

Demir sighed, his shoulders dropping slightly. “Like I said, I’ve faced worse. That drone was nothing compared to what I’ve been through.” His tone was calm, but there was a hint of weariness in his words, a weight that Yun couldn’t ignore.

The path ahead grew narrower, the trees closing in around them. The snow hung heavily on the branches, creating a tunnel of frost that stretched endlessly into the distance. Yun glanced at Demir, studying him quietly. She noticed the way he carried himself, the way his every step seemed deliberate, calculated. She could tell there was more to him than he let on.

“Okay, ‘Mr. Experienced,’” Yun said after a moment, her voice light but edged with sarcasm. “You’ve got the whole mysterious lone-drine vibe down, but seriously, what’s your deal? Why are you even out here? And how the hell did you get so good at fighting murder drones?”

Demir’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond immediately. The silence between them stretched, filled only by the sound of their footsteps crunching through the snow. Finally, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “I’m not out here for fun, if that’s what you’re asking,” he said bluntly. “And as for the fighting… let’s just say life doesn’t give you a choice sometimes. You either adapt, or you don’t survive.”

Yun frowned, her brow furrowing as she considered his words. “So, what’s your goal? You’re not just wandering this cursed forest for the hell of it.”

Demir didn’t answer right away. His gaze drifted upward, scanning the treetops as if searching for something beyond the snow-laden branches. “I’m looking for something,” he said finally, his voice low. “A Doctor, a Doctor named Dr Doneman.”

Yun fell silent, her curiosity momentarily quelled. She didn’t push further, sensing that whatever Demir was after, it was deeply personal. Instead, she focused on the path ahead, the snow crunching beneath their feet as they ventured deeper into the heart of the Forest of the Dead. The air grew colder, the trees denser, and the faint light of the moon barely pierced through the thick canopy above.

Despite her earlier bravado, Yun couldn’t shake the unease settling in her chest. The forest seemed alive, its shadows shifting and moving just beyond her vision. She shivered, pulling her hoodie tighter around her. “This place is seriously creepy,” she muttered.

Demir didn’t respond. His focus remained unwavering, his steps confident as he led the way. Yun couldn’t tell if he was fearless or just too stubborn to show any weakness. Either way, she found herself oddly reassured by his presence, even if he was infuriatingly cold and distant.

As they walked, the tension between them began to ease, replaced by a fragile sense of camaraderie. Yun glanced at Demir again, her lips quirking into a small, hesitant smile. “You know, for a guy who calls himself ‘nothing special,’ you sure know how to make an impression.”

Demir snorted softly, a rare flicker of amusement crossing his face. “Don’t get used to it,” he said, his tone almost teasing. “I’m not here to impress anyone.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Yun shot back, her smirk growing as she quickened her pace to keep up with him.

Their banter continued as they pressed on, the darkness of the forest closing in around them. The danger wasn’t over, and they both knew it. But for now, they had each other. And in a place as desolate as this, that was enough.

As they trudged through the snowy path, Demir had his phone out, his attention fixed on the screen as he played a game with practiced ease. Meanwhile, Yun trailed slightly behind, chewing absentmindedly on a lithium battery like it was a piece of candy. 

The quiet crunch of snow underfoot was interrupted when Yun suddenly stumbled over a protruding rock. Her arms flailed, and before she could catch herself, the battery she had been chewing slipped from her grasp. It tumbled through the air in slow motion, landing in a slushy, partially frozen patch of water by the edge of a small lake.

BOOM!

The battery exploded with a loud crackle, sending a small geyser of snowy water shooting upward. Yun yelped and stumbled backward, nearly falling onto her back. Demir stopped in his tracks, lowering his phone as he turned to look at her, his red eyes narrowing.

“I look away for one second, and you explode a battery?!” he exclaimed, his tone dripping with disbelief.

“It’s not my fault!” Yun shot back, brushing snow off her hoodie. “It slipped out of my hand!” She looked more annoyed than apologetic, her khaki eyes glaring at the offending puddle as if it had betrayed her.

Demir pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a long, exasperated sigh. “Ugh, whatever,” he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm. “Just make sure stuff doesn’t ‘slip’ out of your hands next time. Or do I need to glue them shut?”

Yun rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “Yeah, yeah, Mr. Perfect. Like you’ve never dropped anything in your life.”

“At least I don’t chew on lithium when I'm near water,” Demir retorted, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Let’s keep moving before you accidentally summon a murder drone with your next ‘oops.’”

Yun muttered something under her breath but wisely decided not to push further. They resumed their journey, the faint scent of burnt lithium lingering in the air as the snowy forest swallowed them once more. Demir shook his head, half-amused and half-annoyed, while Yun trudged along, pretending she wasn’t embarrassed.

Demir strolled forward, his attention glued to his phone as he played a game, fingers tapping rhythmically on the screen. The cold wind brushed against his face, and the sound of snow crunching underfoot blended with the ambient silence of the forest. Yun walked beside him, chewing idly on her lower lip as she glanced around, her eyes scanning the twisted, leafless trees of the Forest of the Dead. Every so often, she kicked at a loose patch of snow, her breath fogging in the icy air.

Demir was so absorbed in his phone that he didn’t notice the uneven ground ahead. His foot caught on something hard and unyielding, and he stumbled forward with a surprised gasp. His phone slipped from his hands, landing in the snow with a soft thud as he hit the ground. 

Yun turned at the sound, her eyes widening. “What happened?” she asked, concern flashing across her face before being quickly replaced by disgust. Her gaze darted to the object Demir had tripped over, and she took an instinctive step back, covering her mouth with one hand. 

Demir groaned, pushing himself up from the cold ground. He dusted snow off his jacket, his expression shifting from annoyance to curiosity as he followed Yun’s horrified stare. His breath caught for a brief moment when he saw it—a pile of mangled worker drone hands. 

The metallic limbs were twisted and broken, some with exposed wiring sparking faintly, while others were blackened with burns. Thick, black worker drone oil oozed from the severed wrists, pooling in the snow like an unpleasant inkblot. The sight was as unsettling as it was surreal, a stark reminder of the violence and chaos that had plagued Copper-9 for so long.

“What a pleasant show to see,” Demir remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Despite the quip, his eyes lingered on the pile for a moment too long, a subtle unease flickering behind his cold demeanor. 

Yun took another step back, her nose wrinkling in distaste. “This place is seriously messed up,” she muttered, shaking her head. Her usual confidence seemed to waver as she glanced at Demir. “Let’s just keep moving. The longer we stay here, the worse it’s going to get.”

Demir straightened, retrieving his phone from the snow. He brushed it off with a gloved hand, ensuring the screen was undamaged before slipping it back into his pocket. “Fine with me,” he said flatly. His tone was as indifferent as ever, but his posture was slightly more tense now, his red eyes briefly scanning their surroundings before he began walking again.

Yun quickly fell into step beside him, keeping closer than before. Her gaze darted nervously between the trees as they moved forward along the barely visible trail. The oppressive silence of the forest seemed heavier now, as though the shadows themselves were watching them. Even the crunching of their boots in the snow felt muted, swallowed by the eerie atmosphere.

As they walked, the image of the mangled hands lingered in Yun’s mind. She couldn’t shake the thought of who—or what—had left them there. Were they a warning? A trophy? The implications were disturbing, and the memory sent a chill down her metallic spine. “Do you think that... pile... means something?” she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. 

“Probably,” Demir replied curtly, not looking at her. “Doesn’t matter what, though. We’re not sticking around to find out.”

Yun nodded, though the uneasy feeling in her chest didn’t fade. The path ahead seemed darker than before, the forest’s snow-covered terrain growing denser. The skeletal branches of the trees looked like twisted fingers reaching for the sky, and the wind began to pick up, howling faintly through the gaps.

Despite his outward composure, Demir’s thoughts were racing. The Forest of the Dead was proving to be more than just a creepy name; it was a place that lived up to its reputation. Every step forward felt like they were walking deeper into a trap, but Demir knew they had no choice but to press on. 

With Yun by his side and his senses sharpened, Demir adjusted his grip on his backpack straps. He couldn’t afford to let his guard down—not here, not now. Whatever horrors awaited them, he was determined to face them head-on.

A few hours passed, and the sun began its slow ascent, casting a dim, amber glow through the skeletal trees of the Forest of the Dead. Demir’s pace faltered slightly as he clutched his head, the telltale signs of his glitching becoming evident. His red eyes flickered briefly, and a low static hum emanated from his body. 

Yun glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of his deteriorating condition. She sighed and smirked, trying to lighten the mood. “Guess it’s time to stop for today,” she said, crossing her arms.

“Yes, it is time,” Demir replied, his voice strained as he pressed a hand against his temple. The glitching always hit him harder as the sunlight grew brighter, like a cruel reminder of his limitations. He adjusted the straps of his backpack and pulled out the compact cube, the weight of the day settling heavily on his shoulders.

With a press of the button, the cube expanded in a rapid yet seamless transformation, unfolding into the familiar futuristic metal tent. Its polished silver walls reflected the soft morning light, and its structure stood tall, the size of a small house. The tent exuded an aura of advanced technology, its sleek design a stark contrast to the rugged, chaotic environment of the forest.

Without a word, they stepped inside, grateful for the haven it provided. The interior lit up with a soft, calming glow as the tent’s systems activated. Demir moved towards his larger bedroom without hesitation, his movements stiff and deliberate. Meanwhile, Yun made her way to the medium-sized room assigned to her, her exhaustion evident in the way she dragged her feet.

As usual, Yun was the first to succumb to sleep. The moment she sank into the plush bed, she let out a contented sigh and drifted off, her steady breathing a reminder of how quickly she adapted to their strange routine.

Demir, however, couldn’t relax just yet. He lingered in the common area for a while, his eyes darting toward the tent’s reinforced walls and security monitors. The image of the mangled worker drone hands still haunted him, a grim warning that murder drones were likely nearby. His fingers brushed against the edge of a security console, checking and rechecking the tent’s defenses. 

The tent wasn’t just a place to rest; it was a fortress in disguise. Its advanced systems rivaled the dome he once called home, complete with motion sensors, automated turrets, and nanite-shielding to repel intruders. It was designed to withstand the very dangers they now faced, but even the most sophisticated technology couldn’t fully quell Demir’s unease.

Leaning against the wall, Demir let out a quiet sigh, his mind drifting back to the pile of severed hands. It wasn’t just a random horror—it was a statement. The murder drones were close, and they weren’t just hunting. They were sending a message. He shook his head, trying to push the thought away. He couldn’t afford to dwell on it, not when they still had miles to go before reaching safety.

Finally, exhaustion won out. Demir made his way to his room, the familiar sight of his large bed offering a small comfort. He lay down, staring at the ceiling for a moment as his thoughts raced. The security systems were active. The tent was secure. They were safe—for now.

Eventually, his body surrendered to sleep, though his mind remained on edge, haunted by the dangers that lurked just beyond the tent’s walls.

Then Demir drifted into the world of his dreams, but this dream felt different—unlike any other he’d experienced before. It wasn’t his own. Instead, it was as if he were seeing through the eyes of someone else. 

The scene unfolded before him: a broken car, its rusted shell gleaming under Copper-9's harsh, crimson sunlight. The air felt oppressive, heavy with the weight of decay and silence. Demir felt a strange disconnect, unable to move or speak, locked within the perspective of this unknown figure. Who is this person? he wondered, a deep sense of unease creeping over him.

Then, a male voice broke through the stillness, upbeat yet unnervingly casual. “I’d join you if the sun didn’t kill me,” the voice said, followed by a slight chuckle. “Hope you’re having some important character development or something though!” The tone was light, almost mocking, but it wasn’t mocking, something about it felt off…

The voice from the perspective Demir inhabited responded, dripping with sarcasm and malice. “Just can’t wait to kill all humans. Classic robot stuff.” 

Demir froze. He knew this voice. It was familiar yet foreign, its identity just out of reach in his mind. His confusion deepened as the figure’s vision panned upward, revealing the blood-red sky of Copper-9. 

The first voice spoke again, laced with a twisted sort of optimism. “I hope they’re sitting pretty there on Earth because we’re coming for them.” Then, the figure burst into maniacal laughter, a haunting, echoing sound that reverberated through the dreamscape. 

What does that mean? Demir thought, his heart racing. Earth was destroyed, wasn’t it? That was what he’d learned in history class before everything fell apart, before his abilities turned him into a pariah. His confusion grew as the dream began to warp and fade, the laughter ringing in his ears until he abruptly woke up, gasping.

Demir sat up in bed, his mind racing. Who was that? he wondered, running a hand through his messy brown hair. What do they mean by going to Earth? The questions spiraled, but no answers came. He glanced out the window, noting that the sun was still high in the sky. Letting out a tired sigh, Demir laid back down on the bed.

Needing a distraction, he reached for his phone, which had been charging beside him. Its screen lit up, showing a full 100% charge. Demir unlocked it and scrolled through TikTok, letting the mindless videos provide a brief reprieve from the unsettling dream. The chaotic humor and random clips did little to soothe him, but it was better than staring at the ceiling. After a while, he placed the phone back on the charger, closed his eyes, and fell into a dreamless, quiet sleep.

Hours later, Demir woke to the blaring sound of his phone alarm. The darkened sky outside signaled that it was finally nighttime. Yawning, he stretched and stood, shaking off the last remnants of fatigue. It was time to move.

Demir made his way to Yun’s room and opened the door. “Wake up. It’s time to go,” he said plainly.

To his surprise, Yun sprang out of bed almost immediately. “That quickly? You’re waking up?” Demir asked, raising an eyebrow. This was unlike the Yun he had come to know, who typically dragged herself out of bed with groggy complaints.

“I just want to get out of here as fast as I can,” Yun said, her voice firm. She walked past him toward the kitchen to prepare something to eat. Demir followed, deciding to handle breakfast for both of them.

In the small, well-equipped kitchen, Demir worked efficiently, his hands moving with practiced precision. He prepared Electrurry, the worker drone version of curry—a dish beloved by drones everywhere. The aroma of the electrified spices filled the air as he plated the meal. Yun glanced at her plate, her expression shifting to impressed surprise.

“Now you know how to cook,” she said, smirking as she immediately dug into her meal, devouring it with gusto.

Demir sat across from her and ate his own serving in silence, savoring the comforting flavors. Once they finished, Demir cleaned the dishes quickly and efficiently. With their meal complete and everything tidied up, they stepped outside into the cool night air.

Demir pressed the button on the futuristic tent, watching as it collapsed seamlessly back into the compact cube. He placed it into his backpack with practiced ease. The path before them was faint, barely visible under the dim starlight filtering through the snowy forest, but they were ready.

Side by side, Demir and Yun set off into the unknown, following the barely-there trail. With the events of the day behind them and the dangers of the forest ahead, they steeled themselves for whatever challenges lay in wait. There was no turning back now.

Demir and Yun continued along the barely visible path, the eerie quiet of the forest pressing down on them. The silence was broken by a loud CRACK! as Yun accidentally stepped on a mangled worker drone hand. She recoiled in disgust, but before she could react further, a shadow darted from the darkness. 

Demir barely caught a glimpse as Yun was yanked into the shadowy depths of the forest. Her terrified screams pierced the air. 

"HELP! HELP! HELP! DEMIR, HELP!" Yun cried out, her voice frantic and desperate. 

“SHUT IT!” a deep, menacing voice barked. The sound of a hard WHACK followed, silencing Yun's screams into a painful whimper. 

Demir’s body tensed. Without hesitation, he surged forward, Absolute Solver energy crackling faintly around him as he sped into the darkness. His senses sharpened, every muscle primed for battle as he approached the source of the commotion.

As he entered the clearing, the scene before him froze his blood. Yun was tied up on the ground, her face streaked with fear, her muffled cries barely audible through a gag. Surrounding her stood five murder drones, each more unsettling than the last. 

The first one was a male with an afro buzz cut, his sleek frame glinting under the faint moonlight. His grin was unnervingly wide, showcasing rows of razor-sharp teeth. 

The second stood out immediately. They were tall and imposing, with long, curly hair cascading over their shoulders. Unlike the others, they had six jagged wings extending from their back and three syringe-like tails filled with nanite acid, swaying ominously. 

Two others appeared identical, their short curly hair partially covered by pilot hats, and they stood side by side like eerie twins. 

The last one, a female, caught Demir’s attention. She wore a beret tilted stylishly to the side, her classic lob hairstyle giving her a strangely sophisticated yet menacing air. The signature murder drone headband with pouches of acid gleamed under the dim light. Her grin was the widest of all, an unsettling mix of delight and malice. 

The group noticed Demir's presence and turned toward him, their grins widening further, their eyes glowing faintly. The female murder drone stepped forward, her expression shifting into something more serious—more dangerous. 

Demir’s gaze flicked to Yun, who squirmed against her bindings. Her muffled cries were filled with terror. His fists clenched as he stepped closer. 

“Untie her. Now,” Demir commanded, his voice cold and unwavering. 

“No,” the female murder drone replied, her tone sharp and dismissive. She advanced toward him slowly, her piercing yellow eyes locked onto his. “Did you kill her?” she asked, her voice suddenly heavy with an unexpected sadness. 

Demir’s eyes narrowed. “Who is this ‘her’ you’re talking about?” he asked, his stance cautious yet firm. 

The female’s head tilted downward, her expression darkening. “Serial Designation A,” she said softly, her tone carrying an unsettling mix of grief and anger.

Demir sighed, his gaze steady. “Yeah, I did. What about it? She attacked me first.” His voice was cold, but a faint, mocking grin crept across his face.

The female’s expression twisted in rage, her razor-sharp teeth gritting as her fists clenched tightly. “You... you MONSTER!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the forest. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” 

Demir smirked, his confidence unfazed—or at least appearing so. “Let’s really find that out,” he replied, his voice steady and emotionless. Yet, in the back of his mind, a flicker of doubt surfaced Can I really take on five murder drones at once?

But his ego quickly silenced the thought. Of course I can! he told himself. Demir’s Absolute Solver abilities flared around him, black tendrils of energy twisting in the air like living shadows. He assumed a defensive stance, ready for whatever was to come.

The female murder drone’s wings flared open, and the others closed in, their grins morphing into predatory snarls. The tension in the air was electric, a moment suspended in time before chaos erupted.

And then, the fight began.

The five murder drones launch their attacks at Demir with blinding speed, their strikes cutting through the air like deadly currents. Demir reacts swiftly, dodging each attack with precision, but it’s clear the odds are stacked against him. Suddenly, a bullet from the female murder drone streaks toward him faster than he can fully react. It strikes his visor, sending a sharp crack spiraling across the surface.  

Demir staggers back, a pained gasp escaping him as his hand instinctively flies to his face. The impact reverberates through his head, and his visor glitches violently, obscuring his crimson eyes. “Damn it,” he mutters through gritted teeth, the metallic tang of desperation briefly flashing through his thoughts.  

Focusing through the Absolute Solver, Demir forces the bullet out of his visor with telekinetic precision. The damaged visor begins to repair itself, cracks sealing as if rewinding time. As the glowing red of his eyes becomes visible once more, an intense fire lights within them—a silent declaration of his resolve.  

Hovering the bullet in the air, Demir’s grip tightens. With a mere thought, the bullet accelerates to 1,400 mph, a deadly projectile aimed with surgical accuracy. It pierces the arm of the murder drone with six wings, pinning him to a thick tree. The drone snarls in pain, struggling against the hold, but before he can even think of tearing off his arm to escape, Demir flashes forward.  

In an instant, Demir is upon him. Blow after blow rains down on the pinned Murder Drone, each strike connecting with brutal efficiency, landing in intervals so rapid they blur together. The drone’s body convulses under the sheer force of the assault, his expression shifting from rage to shock at the worker drone’s impossible speed and power.  

Nearby, the female Murder Drine glares at her comrades, fury twisting her expression. “What are you idiots doing? Just standing there watching while he tears apart our own? Pathetic!” she barks, her voice slicing through the chaos.  

Her hair flows wildly in the wind as she takes off with a burst of speed, her glowing yellow eyes locked on Demir. The remaining three drones snap out of their stupor, their faces hardening as they dart into action, their wings tearing through the air like jet engines.  

Demir doesn’t flinch as the reinforcements approach. Pinning the six-winged drone further into the dirt, he turns his head just slightly, his eyes narrowing in disdain.  

“Stay out of my way,” he mutters, his voice low but seething with venom. “Or be part of the wreckage I leave behind, you pathetic robobugs.”  

His tone is menacing, filled with an unshakable confidence that makes even the murder drones pause mid-flight, a flicker of uncertainty crossing their faces. But hesitation isn’t enough to stop them—or Demir—from the inevitable collision of chaos.  

Demir tightened his grip on the six-winged murder drone, his intent clear as he began tearing into its chest to expose the fleshy core. Before he could finish, a sharp crack echoed through the forest. A bullet whizzed through the air, striking Demir’s hand with precision.  

“Don’t you dare!” the deep voice of the afro buzz-cut murder drone thundered, reverberating through the shadowy trees.  

Demir recoiled, clutching his hand, now marred by a gaping hole. Pain flickered in his expression for a moment before the Absolute Solver kicked in, rapidly regenerating the damage. His fingers flexed, whole again. He glanced at the murder drone, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Loyalty, huh? Almost admirable,” he muttered before shaking the thought away.  

The respite was short-lived. Two murder drones—the twins with short, curly hair and pilot hats—darted toward him, their blade-like arms gleaming in the dim forest light. Their synchronized attack was brutal and calculated, both aiming to impale him. But Demir reacted just in time, lifting his leg and blocking both blades with his foot. With a forceful shove, he sent the twins stumbling back.  

Not wasting a second, Demir summoned a miniature black hole, no larger than his palm. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled it toward one of the twins. The black hole collided with the drone’s arm, and in an instant, the fabric of its atoms unraveled. The arm shattered, leaving a jagged, sparking stump.  

An explosion rippled through the air, followed by the twin’s agonized scream. Though the severed limb began regenerating, the sheer pain left the drone trembling.  

Before Demir could capitalize on the opening, a sharp, searing pain erupted in his side. The female murder drone had exploited his momentary distraction, her blade arm piercing through his torso.  

Demir groaned, doubling over slightly but refusing to fall. The drone’s glowing yellow eyes narrowed as she twisted the blade, ensuring the wound couldn’t heal. With a sudden move, she slammed Demir to the ground, pinning him beneath her weight.  

“Pathetic,” she sneered, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. “What happened to all that big talk? ‘Stay out of my way,’ huh? What’s the wreckage now?”  

The other drones joined in, their hands morphing into crude wooden clubs. They began striking Demir, their blows landing with resounding thuds as he squirmed beneath their weight.  

The female drone leaned in close, her razor-sharp teeth bared. “Well, well, well. Not so tough now, are we?”  

Her taunt was cut off by a scream of rage from Demir. “I’ll.. do everything.. to get out of HERE!” he roared, summoning every ounce of strength he had. With a powerful kick, he struck her thigh, sending her sprawling backward.  

Demir scrambled to his feet, gasping for breath. But before he could regain his footing, the six-winged murder drone used stealth to close the distance. Without warning, he stabbed Demir in the back.  

Demir gasped in pain as the drone’s hand transformed into a multi-mode blaster while still embedded in his torso. The next moment, a sphere of nanite acid shot directly into Demir’s body.  

The orb detonated inside him, spreading the corrosive substance through his systems. Demir let out a guttural scream, his body convulsing. With a desperate kick, he struck the six-winged drone in the stomach, forcing him back.  

His vision blurred as the acid tore through him, spreading rapidly. Desperate, Demir scanned the forest, his gaze locking onto a piece of limestone half-buried in the ground. Lunging for it, he grabbed the alkali rock and pressed it against the wound, neutralizing the acid. Steam hissed from his body as the corrosive reaction subsided, and his regeneration kicked in, sealing the wound.  

Standing upright, Demir turned to face the group, his red eyes burning with defiance. “Is that all you’ve got?” he taunted, his voice cold and unwavering.  

The female drone snarled. “Far from it,” she said, her tone low and menacing.  

Demir didn’t give them a chance to regroup. Using the Absolute Solver, he surrounded himself with a surge of black hole energy and flashed toward the six-winged drone. Moving faster than the drone could process, Demir tore into his chest, exposing the fleshy core.  

“No time to waste,” Demir muttered. Instead of burning it, he crushed it beneath his heel with a decisive stomp. The core burst, and the six-winged murder drone collapsed lifelessly.  

The remaining drones stared in shock, their expressions a mix of fury and disbelief.  

“How could you! You MONSTER!” the afro buzz-cut drone roared, his voice trembling with rage.  

Fueled by his anger, the drone lunged at Demir with a flurry of punches and kicks. But Demir was ready, sidestepping each attack with practiced ease.  

The corner of Demir’s mouth curled upward into a sly grin. “Perfect,” he thought. The death of their comrade had shattered their coordination. Now, they were attacking recklessly—exactly what he wanted.  

This fight was far from over, but Demir was already calculating his next move.  

“STOP IT! STOP ATTACKING X!” the female murder drone’s voice rang out, sharp and desperate.  

The afro buzz-cut drone—now clearly identified as X—paused mid-punch, his fists trembling with suppressed rage. He glanced back at her but didn’t retreat immediately, his burning gaze locked on Demir.  

Demir, dodging X’s barrage of blows with swift precision, noticed the hesitation. X reluctantly backed away, flying to rejoin his squad.  

But Demir wasn’t about to let him escape so easily. Before X could reach his comrades, Demir lunged forward and seized him by the leg, yanking him downward with surprising force. X let out a growl, struggling against Demir’s iron grip.  

Before Demir could deal a decisive blow, the twin murder drones acted quickly. Their arms morphed into blasters, and with synchronized precision, they fired at Demir.  

The shots struck Demir squarely, forcing him to release X and stumble back, oil dripping from the impact points. X took the opportunity to retreat to his squad, crossing his arms tightly, his jaw clenched in frustration.  

Demir straightened himself, his red eyes gleaming with controlled fury. He pointed directly at the female murder drone, his voice low but commanding. “Now, will you let me and my partner continue our journey through this forest, or will you foolishly insist on throwing your lives away? Answer. Now.”  

The female murder drone’s face twisted with anguish and rage. Her hands clenched into fists as she let out a scream filled with raw emotion. “I will DESTROY you for killing A and O!” she bellowed, her voice trembling with grief and determination.  

With a unified burst of motion, the squad lunged at Demir, their attacks fueled by grief and unrelenting fury. The air around them crackled with the sound of blades slicing, blasters firing, and bodies moving at breakneck speeds.  

Demir’s movements became more frantic. Each dodge required more effort as the murder drones attacked with a coordinated ferocity that took him by surprise. How are they working so well as a team? Demir thought, his mind racing. Aren’t murder drones supposed to act like ruthless killers, not comrades?! 

Then, the inevitable happened. One of the twins, faster than the rest, closed the distance and landed a devastating blade strike.  

SCHLUNK! 

Demir’s left arm was severed cleanly at the shoulder. Oil sprayed into the air like a gruesome fountain, coating the ground around him.  

“Agh! DAMN IT!” Demir screamed, his voice cracking with pain. He staggered, clutching the bleeding stump reflexively. The agony was unbearable, even knowing his arm would regenerate. His vision blurred momentarily as he fought to stay standing.  

The Murder Drones didn’t let up. Fueled by their rage, they pressed the attack relentlessly. Blades slashed across his torso, punches drove into his sides, and blasts from the twins’ weapons forced him to the edge of collapse.  

Demir’s arm finally regenerated, but the relentless assault left him with no chance to counter. The female murder drone saw her opening and darted forward, pinning Demir to the ground with her blade arm at his throat.  

She leaned in, her smirk wicked and triumphant. “You thought you could kill my comrades and walk away? You’re weaker than I thought,” she hissed, her breath cold and venomous.  

Demir squirmed, his mind racing as he looked around desperately. Was this really the end? Was it all over now? His chest heaved as hopelessness began to creep in.  

For the first time in a long while, Demir doubted himself.  

As Demir lay pinned beneath the female Murder Drone, a fire ignited within his chest—a small, flickering ember of defiance soon to become an inferno. NO! This is not the end! The voice in his mind roared. His entire past flashed before his eyes: his parents, their deaths, the choices he made that brought him to this moment.

I WILL NOT DIE TODAY!

Demir’s scream tore through the oppressive silence of the forest. His body surged with new determination, an almost palpable aura of power radiating from him like a wildfire. The female Murder Drone, startled, hesitated for a fraction of a second—and that was all Demir needed. He drove his knee into her midsection with brutal force, sending her reeling. "You're just delaying your own death!" she snarled, but there was doubt in her voice now.

Demir staggered to his feet, oil dripping from his freshly regenerated arm. His gaze burned with cold fury as he regarded his attackers. "Oh, really?" he said, his voice as sharp as a blade. His head tilted slightly, a smirk pulling at his lips.

Then, to everyone’s shock—including his own—a long, metallic appendage erupted from Demir’s back. He froze, feeling the sensation of the alien device as it unfurled like a serpent, its segmented surface gleaming in the dim light. At its tip was a camera-like device, its lens glowing ominously red. In Demir’s vision, the camera displayed something extraordinary: a series of holographic overlays revealing his enemies’ weaknesses. For a moment, he stood stunned, struggling to comprehend what the Absolute Solver had unleashed within him. 

What is this thing? he thought, his shock mingling with a strange sense of power. His gaze fell on the female Murder Drone, and a hologram highlighted her most vulnerable point—her mind, fractured by grief over her fallen comrade, Serial Designation A.

"What’s that freaky camera thing?" X, the Afro buzzcut Murder Drone, demanded, but Demir offered no response. Instead, he vanished into the shadows with a zip, his movements too swift for their optics to track.

Moments later, a hologram materialized in front of the female Murder Drone: A’s broken, lifeless form, recreated in excruciating detail. Her digital tears began to fall, tiny, shimmering displays of grief cascading down her face.

“No…” she whispered, collapsing to her knees. “A… I failed you.” Her sobs echoed through the forest, raw and heart-wrenching. The other Murder Drones stood frozen, their menacing exteriors faltering as they watched her break down. Digital tears glimmered faintly on their own visors, betraying the emotional cracks in their united front.

Demir watched from the shadows, a mix of confusion and grim satisfaction churning in his mind. They care? he thought, the realization unsettling. But he couldn’t afford to hesitate. The hologram disappeared, and Demir sprang into action.

He lunged at the twins, using his Absolute Solver’s telekinesis to wrench their cores from their bodies. The twins’ consciousnesses transferred into their cores, their digital expressions flickering with terror as they begged for mercy. Demir’s grip tightened. With a cold resolve, he crushed the cores underfoot, the metallic crunch reverberating in the stunned silence.

The female Murder Drone’s grief transformed into a primal scream of rage. She lunged at Demir, her blade arm aiming for his heart, but he sidestepped at the last second. X joined the attack, attempting to grab Demir, but Demir countered with a telekinetically charged punch that sent X flying into a tree. The impact shook the ground, leaves fluttering down like ash from a dying fire.

“I don’t care how long it takes,” Demir growled, his voice low and venomous. “I’ll go beyond my limits to make my goal a reality. I will not die to pests like you!”

X roared, charging again, but Demir was ready. With a calculated burst of black hole energy, he struck X with a devastating blow, then ripped out his core. X’s last expression was one of shock and fury before his core was obliterated.

Finally, Demir turned to face the female Murder Drone. She was no longer attacking. She had fallen to her knees, her digital tears cascading down her face in shimmering streams. Her voice was a broken whisper. “Everything I lived for is gone.”

Demir approached her cautiously, his expression cold and unreadable. She looked up at him, her visor cracked, her face a portrait of despair. “Just kill me already,” she pleaded. “I’m worthless.”

Demir’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Worthless? How many lives have you ruined? How many of my kind have you terrorized?” His voice rose with each word, echoing through the forest. “I’ll make it quick if you answer me this: Do you know where the Murder Drone named K is?”

The female Murder Drone hesitated, then nodded weakly. “K… I hate him. My squad fought him once… and we lost. If you plan to fight him, you’re doomed.” She paused, her voice trembling. “Last I saw, he was near Khan Doorman’s colony.”

Demir’s expression hardened. “Thank you.” Without hesitation, he ripped out her core and crushed it, ending her misery swiftly. As her remains fell to the ground, Demir stood tall, his gaze lifting to the sky.

He had done it. He had defeated five Murder Drones. The forest was silent now, save for the distant rustle of leaves.

Demir turned to Yun, still tied up and watching with wide, horrified eyes. A chuckle escaped his lips as he approached her. “Sorry you had to see that,” he said, his tone softer now. “This is the Forest of the Dead.”

Yun managed a small smile as he untied her. “Thanks for saving me… I thought I was done for.” She hesitated, then added, “You know, when you killed A, she said, ‘Don’t kill me; I still want to see her.’ I think that ‘her’ was the female Murder Drone you just fought.”

Demir nodded slowly, the thought lingering in his mind. “Could be,” he said, his voice distant. With Yun at his side, he turned back to the barely visible path ahead. There was still much to do, and he wouldn’t stop until his mission was complete.

Demir and Yun walked in silence through the Forest of the Dead, where skeletal trees loomed over them, their branches like clawed fingers stretching into the gloom. The map app on Demir’s phone guided their steps, its glow casting faint, eerie light on his face. The quiet between them stretched, filled only by the crunch of dead leaves underfoot and the faint creak of swaying branches.  

Breaking the silence, Demir spoke up. “Yo, Yun. I’ve been wondering something for a while,” he said, his tone casual yet curious.  

Yun glanced at him and smirked. “Go on, Mr. Vampire,” she teased, her voice cutting through the oppressive atmosphere.  

Demir rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. “How did you end up in the Forest of the Dead?” His question was direct, slicing through the conversation like a blade.  

Yun hesitated, her smirk fading. She sighed, the weight of the question settling over her. “Fine, I’ll tell you. It’s a long story, though.”  

“I’ve got time,” Demir said with a shrug, signaling for her to continue.  

Yun nodded, taking a deep breath. “Alright… So, I was at home, just relaxing on my bed. My mom was in the kitchen, cooking dinner. Everything was normal—until our phones started blaring with red alert notifications from the colony.”  

Demir raised an eyebrow. “Straight into chaos, huh?” he said, his calm tone betraying his interest.  

“Yeah,” Yun replied. “The alerts said there was a Murder Drone attack in our region of Coporia. Everyone was told to evacuate immediately and head to the designated shelters.”  

Demir nodded slowly, his eyes fixed ahead as he listened.  

“My mom and I grabbed what we could and made our way to the evacuation zone. There was this line of buses waiting to take people to safety. We asked one of the drivers where they were headed, and they told us they were going to an emergency shelter our colony built for situations like this. It was supposed to be secure.” Yun’s voice trembled slightly, but she steadied herself and continued.  

“We got on one of the buses. It was packed—people crammed into every available space—but somehow, we managed to find two seats. Eight minutes into the ride…” She paused, her eyes darkening. “That’s when everything went to hell. The bus got attacked by Murder Drones. It was chaos—people screaming, scrambling to escape. In the panic, I got separated from my mom.”  

Demir glanced at her, his expression more serious now. “That must’ve been brutal.”  

Yun nodded, her voice quieter now. “It was. I didn’t know what else to do, so I ran. The only direction I could go was into the forest. I didn’t even know what it was at the time—just that it was away from the drones. I thought I could hide there, but… well, you know how that turned out.”  

She finished her story with a bitter chuckle, the weight of her experience evident in her tone.  

Demir nodded thoughtfully, his crimson eyes gleaming faintly in the dim light. “That must’ve been chaotic,” he said, his voice calm but with a hint of empathy.  

Yun managed a small laugh. “Chaotic doesn’t even begin to describe it,” she said, her smirk returning, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.  

The two continued walking, their footsteps blending with the forest’s unsettling stillness. Yun’s story lingered in the air between them, unspoken but understood.

As they continued their trek through the desolate forest, Yun’s story lingered between them, heavy yet unspoken. The silence stretched, filled only by the crunch of dry leaves beneath their feet and the faint rustle of wind through the dead, skeletal trees. Yun, unable to shake her curiosity, finally broke the quiet.  

“You know,” she began, glancing at Demir, “I told you how I got into this forest. But how did you end up here?” Her voice carried a mix of curiosity and subtle hesitation, as though she’d been holding onto the question for a while.  

Demir met her gaze with his usual calm, crimson eyes. “Oh, me?” he said casually, his tone almost nonchalant. “I’m looking for a doctor.”  

Yun raised an eyebrow, her curiosity deepening. “A doctor? For what? Are you hurt or something?” she asked, a flicker of concern in her voice, though she tried to mask it.  

“Nah, I’m fine,” Demir replied, his tone steady. “I need something added to me. I fought and killed a Murder Drone named S and took his wings. I’m planning to have this doctor attach them to my back.”  

Yun blinked, processing his words. “Wait… you’re going to get wings? Like, actual Murder Drone wings?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of awe.  

“Exactly,” Demir said, nodding. “I need every advantage I can get. Flying will make fighting other Murder Drones a lot easier.”  

Yun nodded slowly, her mind racing as she considered his plan. “That’s… actually a smart idea,” she admitted, her tone thoughtful. “With wings, you’d have the mobility to outmaneuver them. That could be a real game-changer.”  

Demir gave a small, slow nod, his expression unreadable as his gaze remained fixed on the path ahead.  

After a moment, Yun glanced at him again, her voice softer now. “Look, Demir… I don’t think I’ve said this enough, but thank you. For taking me in, for saving me. I thought I was going to die in that forest, and you didn’t have to help me, but you did.” Her lips curled into a gentle smile, a rare moment of vulnerability shining through.  

Demir’s gaze flicked toward her, and for a brief moment, his usually impassive face softened. “You’re welcome, Yun,” he said simply, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.  

They walked on, the brief exchange of gratitude warming the cold air between them. Though the forest remained lifeless and haunting, something unspoken passed between the two—a quiet understanding that, for now, they weren’t alone in this desolate world.

After an hour of walking, the forest began to shift as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon. The skeletal trees cast long, jagged shadows, and the pale orange glow of the rising sun illuminated the desolate landscape. Demir’s steps grew heavier, his movements sluggish, as a faint glitch-like static flickered across his visor. Exhaustion gnawed at him, both from the fight and the endless trek.  

“Looks like we have to stop here, Mr. Vampire,” Yun said with a teasing smirk, nudging him lightly in the ribs.  

Demir rolled his eyes, looking mildly annoyed but too tired to retort. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, sleek portable cube. With a press of the grey plastic button on its surface, the cube expanded and unfolded with mechanical precision, transforming into a futuristic metallic house. Fluorescent lights flickered on, bathing the clearing in a cool, artificial glow, while small turrets at the corners scanned the perimeter, ensuring their safety.  

Without wasting a moment, both Yun and Demir entered the house. Yun barely acknowledged the interior before heading straight to her designated bedroom. As she flopped onto the bed, the words “SLEEP MODE” flickered across her visor, and she was out like a light.  

Demir, meanwhile, dragged himself to his own room. The compact yet efficient space was equipped with everything he needed: a bed, a desk, and a charging station that hummed softly in the corner. He collapsed onto the bed with a heavy sigh, his metal frame groaning slightly from the impact. His exhaustion was undeniable—the battle had drained him completely.  

Reaching into his pocket, Demir pulled out his phone and began scrolling through TikTok. The glow of the screen reflected off his red visor, offering a brief distraction from his thoughts. Video after video flashed by, but nothing seemed to hold his attention for long.  

Then, a notification popped up. A message.  

Demir opened it and saw the sender: Rian.  

The message read simply: Hello. 

Demir stared at the screen, his tired mind trying to process the unexpected communication. He typed back a single word: Hello?  

Rian’s reply came almost immediately: Look, Demir, where are you?

Demir’s fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before he typed his response: I can’t tell you that. It’s for your safety and Neyan’s. 

He hesitated before pressing send, a wave of frustration welling up inside him. Couldn’t Rian understand? He had left the dome to protect them, to keep them safe from the dangers he was now facing. With a sharp exhale, Demir powered off his phone and tossed it onto the desk. It clattered against the metal surface with a hollow thud.  

“Why can’t he just get it?” Demir muttered under his breath, his voice laced with frustration.  

Lying back on the bed, Demir stared at the ceiling. The events of the past day swirled in his mind: the battle, Yun’s story, Rian’s message. It was all too much. Slowly, the weight of it all began to pull him under. His red visor dimmed, the faint hum of his systems quieting as sleep claimed him at last.

Here’s a much longer, more detailed version of Demir’s dream, expanding on the emotional and symbolic aspects. 

Demir’s vision swirls, fading into an endless, blinding white void. The air feels heavy, dense, like he’s trapped underwater. When he glances down, the surface beneath his feet ripples like liquid metal. Yet, no matter how far he peers into the horizon, there’s nothing—no end, no escape. The silence is deafening, an oppressive hum that fills his audio sensors.  

Then, like a flickering light, two figures begin to form in the distance. At first, they’re barely more than shadows, indistinct shapes warped by the bright void. But as Demir steps closer, the figures sharpen, solidifying into two familiar faces—Rian and Neyan.  

“Demir,” Rian’s voice echoes, distorted and layered, like multiple versions of him are speaking at once. His expression is a storm of anger, confusion, and hurt. Neyan stands silently beside him, his visor faintly cracked, his face unreadable.  

“You left us,” Rian says, his tone sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. “You just walked away without a word. Why?”  

Demir opens his mouth to speak, but the words catch in his throat. His reflection shimmers below him, fractured and distorted like broken glass. Finally, he finds his voice, though it’s quieter than he intended. “I left because I had to. It’s for your safety—for the safety of everyone. You’ll understand someday.”  

“Understand?” Rian’s voice rises, distorted further as the void trembles beneath them. “You left us to face everything alone, and you think we’re just supposed to get it? That’s garbage, Demir. You abandoned us!”  

Demir clenches his fists, anger bubbling under the surface. But before he can respond, the ground between them begins to split. Two paths form, stretching into opposite directions.  

One path leads to Rian and Neyan, who stand at the end, their hands outstretched as if beckoning him to return. The other, darker and colder, leads to the gleaming metallic wings of the Murder Drone he had defeated. They hover ominously at the path’s end, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light.  

The void trembles again, and Neyan finally speaks, his voice softer but laced with pain. “You say it’s for our safety, but do you even know what that means anymore? Or is it just something you tell yourself to feel better?”  

“I’m not lying to myself,” Demir snaps, his voice rising as he glares at them. “I’m doing this for all of us. If I didn’t leave, you’d be in danger. You don’t understand what I’m fighting for!”  

Rian takes a step forward, the void shifting under his feet like water. “Then explain it to us, Demir! Help us understand, because all we see is you running away, leaving us behind to deal with everything.”  

Demir looks away, his jaw tight. The silence stretches between them, thick with tension. Finally, he takes a step toward the darker path, his eyes locked on the wings ahead.  

As he moves, the ground beneath him crumbles, the path back to Rian and Neyan disintegrating with every step. Their voices grow louder, desperate.  

“Demir, stop!” Neyan’s voice cracks, the distortion in his tone growing worse. “If you keep going, you’ll lose us! You’ll lose everything!”  

Demir hesitates, their words slicing through him. But the wings call to him, their weightless glow promising power, freedom, and a chance to finally protect his kind. He clenches his fists, taking another step forward.  

“I have to do this,” he says, more to himself than to them. “You’ll see. Someday, you’ll understand why.”  

The path behind him vanishes entirely, leaving Rian and Neyan standing on an island of white void. Their forms glitch, flickering like dying holograms.  

“You think this will save us?” Rian shouts, his voice echoing through the void. “You’re not saving anyone, Demir. You’re just saving yourself!”  

Neyan’s form flickers again, his visor cracking further. “You’re walking away from everything that matters. Is that really worth it?”  

Demir doesn’t answer. He steps closer to the wings, his breath hitching as they radiate a cold, magnetic energy. When he finally reaches them, they hover just out of reach, pulsing like a heartbeat.  

“Take them,” a voice whispers, low and serpentine. It’s neither Rian nor Neyan, but it echoes in Demir’s mind like it belongs there. “You need them. With these wings, you’ll be unstoppable. You’ll protect everyone.”  

Demir reaches out, his fingertips brushing the metallic surface. A surge of energy courses through him, the wings latching onto his back with a sharp, metallic clang. The pain is immediate and searing, like his circuits are being torn apart and rebuilt.  

Behind him, Rian and Neyan scream, their voices blending into a cacophony of anguish. Their forms dissolve into the void, their final words haunting him.  

“You’ve chosen your path, Demir. Let’s see if it was worth it.”  

The void begins to collapse, the once-endless white shrinking into darkness. The weight of the wings drags Demir downward, pulling him into an abyss of swirling shadows.  

As he falls, he sees flashes of his own reflection, distorted and monstrous. His red eyes glow brighter, the wings pulsing with energy, but the faces of Rian and Neyan linger in his mind.  

He reaches out, but there’s no one left to hold onto. The void consumes him, leaving only silence.

The dream shifts abruptly, blurring and reshaping into something darker and far more vivid. This isn’t just a dream—it feels real, like a vision pulled from the depths of the past.  

Demir finds himself viewing the scene from an unfamiliar perspective, seeing through someone else’s eyes. A dark, claustrophobic space surrounds him. The muted clang of metal echoes softly as the figure he inhabits crawls through a ventilation shaft. Their movements are methodical, deliberate.  

A low, raspy voice breaks the silence, muttering in a tone so cold it sends shivers through Demir even in the dream. “These vents are a maze... but no matter. When I reach that dome, the feast will be worth it. So many worker drones.”  

Demir’s breath hitches. His mind races. This isn’t just a dream—it’s a vision, a memory from someone else’s perspective. A Murder Drone, he realizes, his circuits buzzing with unease. But how could he be seeing this? The question lingers, but he doesn’t have time to dwell on it.  

The vision continues. The drone, its claws scraping against the metal walls of the vent, crawls forward with terrifying precision until it reaches a vent cover. With a sharp metallic creak, the cover is removed, and the drone drops silently into a room.  

Demir’s heart sinks as the surroundings come into focus. He recognizes this place. This is my room... back when I lived in the dome.

The drone’s POV scans the room briefly before stepping out into the hallway. The house is eerily silent, save for the faint hum of machines. Demir knows what’s coming, but he feels powerless to stop it.  

The Murder Drone moves with a predator’s grace, descending a staircase into a spacious kitchen. The vision sharpens, revealing his mother standing by the counter. She’s on the phone, her voice trembling.  

Demir’s mother is a striking figure, with short curtain bangs framing her metallic face and a flowing black-and-red dress. In her hand floats a knife, suspended mid-air by a red triangular symbol. The Absolute Solver, Demir realizes, his thoughts reeling. Mum had the Solver? She never told me.  

Her voice trembles as she addresses the intruder. “Back off, y-you,” she stammers, her resolve wavering but her stance defiant.  

The Murder Drone—now unmistakably K—chuckles darkly, his voice dripping with mockery. “You think you can stop me? And oh, what’s this? One of those Solver freaks. Gotta kill you by the core.”  

His sadistic laughter echoes as he lunges forward. Demir’s mother raises the knife with her Solver, but she’s too slow. K’s razor-sharp claws pierce through her chest, and she gasps, a digital scream ripping through the air.  

“No!” Demir screams, but his voice doesn’t reach the vision.  

K doesn’t stop. With brutal efficiency, he pulls out her core, its glow flickering weakly, and crushes it underfoot. Her lifeless body collapses, oil spilling onto the floor. But K isn’t finished. He slashes and tears at her remains, splattering oil across the walls, laughing maniacally as he desecrates her form.  

The horror freezes Demir in place. His mind reels as he watches helplessly.  

Then, a thunderous BANG! Echoes through the house.  

Demir’s father bursts into the kitchen, a railgun clutched tightly in his hands. His face is a mask of fury and determination, though his visor betrays the shock and heartbreak at the scene before him.  

Demir’s father, bald with a proud goatee and wearing the red fez that would one day become Demir’s, steadies the railgun and shouts with a voice full of defiance. “I’ve already called the Worker Drone Defense Force! They’re on their way, you freak!”  

Without hesitation, he fires. The railgun’s blast sears through the air, striking K with deadly precision. The Murder Drone’s head is blown clean off, his body collapsing to the floor in a lifeless heap.  

Demir feels a flicker of hope, but it quickly ended Dad did it. He saved us... but didnt Dad get killed?  

But the vision doesn’t end and Demirs question got answered.  

His father rushes to his mother’s body, kneeling beside her as his hands tremble. “I’m so sorry, my love,” he whispers, his voice cracking. “I failed you...”  

But the reprieve is short-lived.  

K’s decapitated body twitches. Then, with a sickening crunch, his head regenerates, snapping back into place. His yellow visor flares to life, and a wicked grin spreads across his face.  

Before Demir’s father can react, K lunges, driving his claws straight into his skull.  

“No! No! Stop!” Demir cries, his voice tearing through the dream, but the vision is unstoppable.  

Oil sprays across the room as his father collapses, his hand outstretched toward his wife. The house falls silent except for K’s sinister laughter.  

The sound of sirens grows faint in the distance, but K is already retreating, his claws slick with oil. He vanishes into the vents, leaving behind the shattered remnants of Demir’s family.  

The dream fades to black.  

Demir wakes with a start, gasping for breath. His body trembles as the images replay in his mind. He hugs his knees, the glowing words SLEEP MODE DISABLED flickering faintly across his visor. His digital tears flicker and glitch as they slide down his face.  

But his grief is quickly overtaken by something else—an all-consuming anger, a burning determination.  

He clenches his fists, his voice a low growl. “I’ll find you, K. I’ll tear you apart piece by piece. You’ll pay for what you’ve done.”  

In the silence of the night, his resolve hardens. The hunt for K has become more than a mission. It’s personal.

Demir stands up, his mind still heavy with the lingering echoes of his vision. He grabs his phone from the desk and slips it into his pocket before his eyes settle on his father’s red fez. It lies there, a stark reminder of everything he’s lost. Carefully, he picks it up and places it on his head, the familiar weight bringing both comfort and determination.  

Next, he grabs his grey backpack, already packed with his essential tools, and slings it over his shoulder. With a deep breath, he heads downstairs. The kitchen, bathed in fluorescent light, reflects off the sleek, metallic walls. Its modern design feels cold, yet familiar—a strange juxtaposition of practicality and sterility.  

Demir quickly prepares a simple meal: a sandwich layered with metal strips and a battery core, something both he and Yun can easily consume. The process is mechanical, his thoughts distant and preoccupied.  

With the sandwiches ready, he ascends the stairs quietly and stops at Yun’s room. She’s lying on the bed, the faint glow of her visor dim in the dark. He steps closer and lightly taps her shoulder.  

“Oi, wake up,” he whispers, his voice low but firm.  

Yun’s visor lights up almost instantly. True to form, she’s immediately alert. Stretching briefly, she slides off the bed and heads downstairs, a teasing smirk on her face. “No time to waste,” she says, her tone playful as always.  

Demir trails after her, the vision from his dream still gnawing at the edges of his thoughts. Back in the kitchen, he grabs his sandwich and tosses the other to Yun, who catches it effortlessly. They eat quickly, the silence between them comfortable yet heavy.  

After finishing, Demir steps outside, the crisp wind greeting him as he pulls the portable cube from his pocket. With a press of the grey button, the futuristic house folds in on itself, compacting into the small, portable device. He tucks it securely into his bag.  

Standing there, he glances upward. The dark Copper-9 sky stretches endlessly above him, painted with shimmering auroras that dance like ethereal ribbons of light. The stars twinkle faintly, their cold beauty contrasting with the harshness of the planet below. The wind picks up, tousling his messy brown hair, which flows freely in the strong breeze.  

For a moment, Demir is frozen, caught in a trance as he stares at the heavens. The memories of his dream swirl in his mind, the weight of the past heavy on his shoulders. He clenches his fists, grounding himself before shaking his head to dispel the thoughts.  

Yun, standing nearby, notices the same breathtaking sky. Her visor glows faintly as she tilts her head back, captivated by the display above. “Wow,” she breathes, her voice filled with awe. “The sky is beautiful today.” A genuine smile spreads across her face, a rare moment of unguarded joy.  

Demir watches her for a moment before snapping himself back to the present. “C’mon, let’s go,” he says, his voice steady but resolute.  

Yun shakes herself out of her reverie, smirking once more. “Alright, let’s go, Mr. Vampire.”  

With that, they set off, the map app on Demir’s phone guiding their path. The faint crunch of their footsteps echoes against the quiet, and the glowing auroras above cast shifting shadows on the ground as they walk. The journey ahead is uncertain, but with each step, Demir feels a growing determination to face whatever lies in their path.  

As Demir and Yun stood amidst the dense, towering trees of the Forest of the Dead, the atmosphere was thick with tension and the lingering scent of damp earth. The canopy above allowed only slivers of sunlight to pierce through, casting eerie shadows that danced with the slightest breeze. The air was cool, carrying with it the distant calls of unseen creatures, adding to the forest's enigmatic aura.

Demir, consulting his map application, noted that their destination lay two miles ahead—a distance that felt both tantalizingly close and dauntingly far given the forest's reputation. The path before them was uneven, littered with gnarled roots and the remnants of ancient vegetation, making each step a cautious endeavour. The silence between them was palpable, filled only with the soft crunch of leaves underfoot and the occasional rustle of the underbrush.

Breaking the silence, Demir exhaled deeply, his breath visible in the cool air, and turned to Yun with a thoughtful expression. "Yun," he began, his voice steady yet carrying an undertone of urgency, "hold my hand."

Yun's brow furrowed in surprise, her eyes searching his for an explanation. "Why?" she inquired, her tone a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

Demir offered a reassuring smile, though his eyes betrayed a hint of the weight he bore. "Just trust me," he replied softly, the sincerity in his voice cutting through the ambient sounds of the forest.

After a brief hesitation, Yun shrugged, her expression softening. "If you say so," she conceded, reaching out to grasp Demir's hand firmly, the warmth of their connection contrasting with the surrounding chill.

Closing his eyes momentarily, Demir concentrated, channeling the telekinetic and black hole energies bestowed upon him by the Absolute Solver. A faint hum flowed from him, resonating with the very fabric of the forest. His circuits pulsed with energy, illuminating the intricate patterns beneath his skin. One of his eyes transformed, the familiar pupil replaced by the ominous triangular symbol of the Absolute Solver, glowing with an otherworldly light.

Harnessing this formidable power, Demir enveloped both himself and Yun in a protective aura. With a deliberate motion, they ascended gracefully, their feet leaving the forest floor as they began to glide through the air. The sensation was surreal; the ground below became a blur of greens and browns as they soared at a controlled speed of approximately 70 miles per hour.

For Demir, the velocity was a familiar companion, a testament to his mastery over his abilities. However, today's journey demanded heightened focus. The dense forest presented a labyrinth of obstacles—towering trunks, intertwining branches, and unpredictable wildlife—that required precise navigation. Each maneuver was calculated, a delicate balance between speed and safety, especially with Yun in tow.

Yun's grip tightened around Demir's hand, her knuckles whitening. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of awe and fear, the ground a distant memory beneath them. "It feels like I'm going to fall!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic, barely audible over the rush of wind that whipped past them.

Demir glanced at her, offering a reassuring nod. "I've got you," he assured, his voice calm yet firm, though the concentration etched on his face spoke volumes of the effort required.

After what felt like an eternity compressed into two intense minutes, the oppressive density of the forest began to wane. The trees thinned, their formidable presence giving way to open space. Emerging from the Forest of the Dead, they descended gently, their feet finding solid ground once more. Demir released the energy, the hum dissipating into the ambient sounds of their new surroundings.

Standing at the forest's edge, Demir was momentarily overwhelmed by a surge of emotions. Relief washed over him, accompanied by a profound sense of accomplishment. They had traversed the notorious forest, a feat that many deemed impossible. Before them lay a colony, its structures modest compared to the grandiosity of the dome, yet substantial in their own right. The settlement buzzed with activity, a stark contrast to the eerie silence of the forest.

Yun turned to Demir, a soft smile playing on her lips, her eyes reflecting gratitude and a hint of melancholy. "I guess this is where we part ways," she said, her voice gentle yet tinged with the weight of their shared journey. "Thank you for bringing me here."

Demir returned her smile, inclining his head slightly. "You're welcome," he replied, his tone warm yet carrying the unspoken acknowledgment of the challenges they had overcome together.

With a final nod, Yun turned towards the colony, her figure gradually blending into the tapestry of its daily life. Demir watched her go, a contemplative expression settling on his features. The weight of his mission pressed upon him once more, the brief respite giving way to renewed determination.

He recalled the conversation from four days prior, the doctor's words echoing in his mind: "I'll be near the Forest of the Dead." Scanning his surroundings with renewed purpose, Demir's gaze settled on a modest shed approximately 300 yards away, its weathered exterior suggesting years of solitude amidst the wilderness.

With purposeful strides, Demir approached the structure, each step crunching softly on the gravel path leading to the entrance. Upon reaching the wooden door, he hesitated briefly before knocking, the sound resonating hollowly. "Um, hello? Is someone in there?" he called out, his voice steady yet laced with anticipation.

A moment of silence ensued, followed by the creak of floorboards 

A familiar hoarse and raspy voice responded, "Yes?" The door opened. "You're that kid who called me, right?"

Dr. Domeman stood before him—a bald man wearing a builder's hat, with pastel swamp-colored eyes, a small beard, and clad in a long white cloak-like suit.

"Um, yes I am, Mr. Domeman," Demir confirmed.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get in!" Dr. Domeman said jokingly, patting Demir on the back.

Slightly annoyed, Demir entered the shed, which was surprisingly spacious compared to its exterior appearance.

"So, what do you need?" Dr. Domeman asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Right, one moment," Demir said, rummaging through his backpack. He retrieved the metal wings he had taken from S. "I heard you're the best coder, doctor, architect, and engineer on Copper-9, and I want you to attach these Murder Drone wings to my back."

"Why do you want that?" Dr. Domeman inquired, as if addressing a naive child.

"Because I want to destroy all Murder Drones, and this would help me," Demir stated bluntly.

"Straight to the point, huh?" Dr. Domeman chuckled, patting Demir's back. "I can do that for ya, easy peasy! I can also add more features—like, you know how the Murder Drones can turn their hands into cannons? I can add that tech to you. Wanted to test it on someone but didn't have anyone. Interested?" The doctor spoke rapidly, barely pausing for breath.

Demir pondered for a moment, then smirked. "Sure, I'll have that too. How long will the surgery take?"

"Hmmm, probably around four hours," Dr. Domeman estimated.

"Well, let's begin. Lie down on the bed, boy," Dr. Domeman instructed.

Demir complied, lying on the bed. Dr. Domeman grabbed his sleek titanium laptop, connected a USB-C port to both the laptop and Demir, input some code, and Demir drifted into sleep as the doctor prepared to commence the surgery.

Dr. Domeman carefully placed the salvaged wings from Serial Designation S on a sterile tray beside him. He then gently turned Demir onto his stomach, exposing his back, and removed the black, fluffy jacket to reveal the underlying structure.

"First, I need to ensure these wings are compatible with his existing code," he murmured, initiating a thorough analysis of Demir's programming. As he delved deeper, he uncovered intricate Absolute Solver algorithms embedded within Demir's system.

"So, you're a Solver Drone," the doctor noted with a hint of admiration. "This should streamline the integration process."

From his meticulously organized toolbox, Dr. Domeman retrieved a precision ruler. He measured the dimensions of the wings, noting the exact size of the tubular structures supporting the razor-sharp metallic feathers.

With these measurements, he marked precise incision points on Demir's back, ensuring alignment for optimal functionality.

Using a high-frequency laser scalpel, he made two precise incisions, creating apertures that matched the wing supports.

Next, he carefully aligned the neural interface connectors from the wings with Demir's own neural pathways. Employing a micro-soldering instrument, he fused the connections with exacting precision, ensuring seamless communication between the new appendages and Demir's central processing unit.

Returning to his advanced coding station, Dr. Domeman initiated a complex sequence of programming adjustments. He wrote custom drivers and modified existing protocols to facilitate harmonious integration of the wings, taking into account the unique aspects of Demir's Absolute Solver framework. After rigorous testing and debugging, the wings responded flawlessly to simulated neural commands.

The doctor exhaled slowly, a sign of measured satisfaction, and turned his attention to the next enhancement. He retrieved a compact, high-energy plasma cannon—his own innovative design—from a secured storage unit.

With meticulous care, he made a precise incision in Demir's chest cavity, creating a compartment to house the weapon. He installed a reinforced, retractable panel, engineered to open and close via a secure biometric trigger, ensuring both accessibility and safety.

Proceeding to Demir's hands, Dr. Domeman implemented a modular detachment mechanism. He restructured the internal architecture to allow for seamless disconnection and reconnection, enhancing versatility without compromising structural integrity. After conducting a series of mechanical and electrical tests, he confirmed the hands could detach and reattach with flawless precision.

Observing his work, Dr. Domeman allowed himself a brief, restrained smile, acknowledging the successful completion of these intricate enhancements. He then initiated the neural reactivation sequence, preparing to bring Demir back to consciousness. 

Demir slowly opened his eyes, the sterile scent of the shed filling his senses. His body felt different—enhanced. He flexed his fingers and notices a compartment on his chest. The metallic wings on his back hummed softly, a testament to Dr. Domeman's craftsmanship.​

"Thank you, Dr. Domeman," Demir said in a monotone voice, his gaze steady.​

Dr. Domeman, adjusting his glasses, gave a satisfied nod. "You're welcome. I expect you to do amazing things, boy," he chuckled, his voice tinged with pride.​

Demir exited the shed, the weight of his new abilities settling in. He turned his gaze toward the Coporia Colony in the distance. His mission was clear: he needed to stock up on supplies before embarking on his journey.​

As he approached the colony, Demir's mind raced with plans and strategies. The path ahead was uncertain, but with his new enhancements, he felt ready to face whatever challenges lay in wait.​

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Rian lay sprawled on his expansive bed, the sheer size of which only focused attention his profound sense of isolation. The room’s vastness, with its high ceilings and grand furnishings, seemed to mock his solitude. Golden rays of the setting sun filtered through the tall, arched windows, casting extended shadows that danced upon the polished wooden floor. The ornate chandelier overhead remained unlit, its crystals refracting the dwindling daylight into fleeting rainbows that did little to lift his spirits.

His gaze drifted across the room, settling on the heavy, dark curtains that framed the windows, their rich fabric contrasting starkly with the cold, impersonal atmosphere. A massive mahogany wardrobe stood against one wall, its doors slightly ajar to reveal neatly arranged clothing—a testament to a life of order now disrupted by Demir’s absence. The fireplace, though grand, remained unlit, its emptiness mirroring the void in Rian’s heart.

The silence was palpable, broken only by the distant ticking of an ornate grandfather clock positioned near the door. Each tick seemed to echo his longing, a constant reminder of the time that had passed since Demir’s departure. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with volumes he had no desire to read, their spines facing outward like silent judges of his inactivity.

It felt like ages since Rian had last seen Demir. The memory of their parting replayed in his mind with relentless clarity: Demir’s determined expression, the brief, tight embrace, and the unspoken promise of return. Rian had watched him walk away, each step widening the chasm between them, until Demir’s silhouette dissolved into the horizon.

Now, that moment haunted Rian, an unending loop that played behind his closed eyelids whenever he sought rest. The weight of Demir’s absence pressed heavily upon him, intertwining with the opulent surroundings to create a gilded cage of grief and longing.

thoughts were a turbulent sea of worry and frustration. The opulence surrounding him felt suffocating, each luxurious detail a stark reminder of the one thing he lacked—Demir’s presence. The room, despite its grandeur, felt incomplete, much like his own core.

Rian’s eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft, ambient glow of his bedroom’s automated lighting system. The room, expansive and meticulously designed, boasted high ceilings with intricate moldings, walls adorned with contemporary art pieces, and a plush, king-sized bed that seemed almost too large for a single occupant.

The air was tinged with a subtle hint of lavender, courtesy of the discreet diffusers embedded within the walls, aiming to provide a sense of calm that Rian rarely felt these days.

His gaze drifted to the sleek, black aluminum alarm clock perched on his nightstand—a minimalist piece with an OLED display that currently read “07:00 AM.” The digits glowed softly, a daily reminder of the time that continued to march forward, indifferent to his personal turmoil. With a heavy sigh, Rian pushed himself up, the weight of his emotions making the simple act of rising feel like a monumental effort.

Lately, his bed had become both a sanctuary and a prison—a place where he could momentarily escape the expectations of the outside world, yet also where he was left alone with his thoughts. He had spent countless hours lying there, replaying the moment Demir left, each recollection as vivid and painful as the day it happened. It felt like ages since he’d last seen his friend, the passage of time marked not by days or weeks, but by the growing chasm of loneliness and grief that consumed him.

Rising to his feet, Rian moved towards the walk-in closet, its doors sliding open silently to reveal an array of meticulously arranged clothing. He selected his school uniform: a crisp white collared shirt, a tailored black blazer, and a perfectly knotted tie. The ensemble was immaculate, yet as he dressed, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was merely donning a facade—presenting a composed exterior while internally unraveling.

After slinging his black Nike backpack over his shoulder, Rian traversed the vast corridors of his home. The hallways, adorned with polished marble floors and illuminated by strategically placed recessed lighting, release an air of cold elegance. Each step echoed softly, a reminder of the emptiness that filled the space. He entered the private elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor. The descent was smooth and silent, much like the unspoken tensions that lingered within the household.

The kitchen awaited him—a sprawling expanse that combined state-of-the-art appliances with a design that could easily grace the pages of an interior design magazine. The room was bathed in the cool light of dawn filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished granite countertops. His parents stood by the central island, their postures rigid, arms crossed, faces etched with stern concern.

His father, a prominent figure in the dome council, was a middle-aged drone with a receding hairline and a meticulously groomed maroon moustache. Dressed in a casual yet expensive suit, he exuded an air of authority and expectation. Beside him, Rian’s mother, her deep purple hair styled into a flawless bun, wore a simple black dress that spoke of understated elegance. Their eyes tracked Rian’s movements, the weight of their gaze heavy with unspoken judgments.

“Rian, we need to talk,” his father began, his voice measured yet firm. “About something important.”

“Very important,” his mother echoed, her tone lacking the warmth that Rian longed for.

“You can’t continue to isolate yourself in your room,” his father continued. “Your exams are approaching, and your current behaviour is unacceptable.”

Rian felt a surge of frustration rising within him, his fists clenching at his sides. Before he could voice his retort, his father pressed on.

“We understand you’re upset about Demir, but it’s time to move on. He was a murderer anywa—”

“Shut up, Dad!” Rian’s outburst was sharp, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and pain. “You don’t understand. He wasn’t a murderer! He didn’t mean it! It wasn’t him! Why can’t you see that?”

The room fell into a tense silence, the air thick with unresolved emotions. Without waiting for a response, Rian turned on his heel, slipping on his shoes with hurried movements, and stormed out of the house.

The streets outside were already alive with activity, the morning rush bringing a sense of normalcy that felt alien to Rian. People moved with purpose, their faces reflecting the mundanity of daily routines. In contrast, Rian felt adrift, his internal turmoil rendering the world around him distant and disconnected.

As he walked towards the school, his earlier anger began to ebb, replaced by a profound sense of isolation. He lowered his head, allowing the ambient noise of the bustling city to wash over him, each step a small act of defiance against the expectations that sought to confine him. The memory of Demir’s departure replayed in his mind, a relentless loop that kept the wound of loss perpetually fresh.

In the midst of the crowd, Rian felt like a solitary figure, navigating a world that continued to move forward, even as he remained anchored to a past that refused to let him go.

Arriving at Solaris Drone Academy, the old metal structure illuminated by stark white lights, Rian spotted Neyan leaning against the entrance. Neyan’s usual exuberance was conspicuously absent, his digital eyes shadowed with fatigue, mirroring Rian’s own weary expression.

“Hey,” Rian greeted, his voice devoid of its usual warmth.

Neyan started at the sound, then relaxed upon recognizing his friend. “Oh, it’s just you,” he sighed, managing a weak smile.

“What’s our first class?” Rian asked, striving for normalcy.

“PE,” Neyan replied with a groan, rolling his eyes.

Together, they navigated the labyrinthine corridors to their form class, slipping into their seats at the back. The classroom buzzed with chatter, but Rian and Neyan remained silent, their gazes unfocused, minds adrift in a sea of shared melancholy.

Neyan began to tilt his chair back, a habitual attempt to inject some levity into the day. But his balance faltered, and he tumbled to the floor. Rian couldn’t suppress a chuckle, and Neyan joined in, their laughter a brief, flickering ember of the joy they once knew.

The shrill ring of the bell signaled the start of the lesson, and they gathered their belongings, moving with practiced efficiency to the PE changing rooms. Inside, chaos reigned—the other students had dismantled the locker doors and were now engaged in a reckless game of catch with the detached panels.

Rian and Neyan exchanged a glance, a silent agreement to steer clear of the mayhem. They retreated to a quiet corner, swiftly changing into their PE kits—plain black T-shirts and shorts, complemented by matching trainers.

Without lingering, they exited the changing room, leaning against the corridor wall as they waited for the others.

The anticipation of the forthcoming class did little to stir their enthusiasm; the weight of Demir’s absence cast a long shadow over their spirits, leaving them to grapple with a sense of loss that no routine could dispel.

The PE teacher's whistle pierced the crisp morning air, signaling the start of the day's activities. Rian and Neyan, along with their classmates, assembled on the expansive football pitch, its freshly mowed grass glistening under the sun. The white boundary lines stood in stark contrast to the verdant field, marking the arena for the impending match.

"Alright, you know the drill," the PE teacher barked, his voice carrying authority. "Stand on the white line, and I'll choose the teams." The students complied, forming a straight line, anticipation and apprehension mingling in their expressions.

As the teacher began selecting players, it became evident that the teams were unevenly matched. The more athletic and football-savvy students were grouped together, while those less familiar with the sport, including Rian and Neyan, found themselves on the opposing side. A murmur of discontent rippled through their team, but Rian and Neyan exchanged determined glances, resolute to give their best despite the odds.

Their team, though lacking in athletic prowess, boasted intellectual acumen. Huddling together, they devised a strategic plan. "When we have the ball past the halfway line, all eight of us will press forward, focusing on precise passing," one suggested. "On defense, we'll all fall back to protect our goal."

The team members nodded in agreement, a unified sense of purpose igniting within them.

The match commenced with the opposing team in possession.

Owen, the self-assured and popular student with a history of conflict with Demir, took control of the ball. His movements were fluid and flashy, executing tricks that left defenders off-balance. Approaching the goal, he prepared for a bicycle kick, but Rian, hands nonchalantly in his pockets, leaped impressively to intercept, heading the ball to Neyan.

Neyan barely had time to react before a rival player executed a harsh slide tackle, seizing the ball and launching a curved shot that found the back of the net. The scorer's celebration was taunting, directing obscene gestures and insults toward Rian and Neyan, attempting to undermine their confidence.

Undeterred, Rian and Neyan's resolve only strengthened. With renewed determination, their team took possession. A red-haired teammate passed to Rian, who skillfully maneuvered past an approaching defender, flicking the ball over his opponent's head and volleying it mid-air to Neyan. Just as Neyan prepared to advance, Owen intervened with an aggressive tackle, reclaiming possession and executing a bicycle kick that resulted in another goal.

Frustration mounted, but Rian's analytical mind raced to formulate a counter-strategy. Upon the next kickoff, he initiated a coordinated attack. Dribbling deftly, he engaged Owen in a one-on-one confrontation before passing to Neyan.

Although Neyan faced immediate pressure, he managed to deflect the ball back to Rian, who seized the opportunity. Advancing toward the penalty area, Rian executed a deft flick before unleashing a powerful shot that soared into the top right corner of the goal.

Elated, Rian spread his arms in a triumphant T-pose, exclaiming, "GOAL!" Neyan's face lit up with genuine joy as he embraced Rian. "That was amazing, Rian!" he praised, their spirits momentarily lifted.

As the opposing team prepared for the next kickoff, Rian and Neyan stood ready, their confidence bolstered. The game continued, each play a testament to their resilience and determination to overcome the challenges before them.

As the shrill whistle pierced the air, its sharp note reverberated through the gymnasium, causing every drone to wince. "Alright! PE is over!" the instructor's voice boomed, echoing off the walls. Owen and his teammates exchanged smug glances, their faces alight with self-satisfaction.

The exhilaration from Rian and Neyan's recent goal ebbed away, leaving them to trudge back to the changing room, their steps heavy with fatigue. Inside, chaos reigned: deodorant cans hissed and exploded, locker doors slammed with metallic clangs, and shouts filled the steamy air. They swiftly changed into their regular attire, eager to escape the pandemonium.

"You seem different, Mr. Fancy Pants," Owen's voice dripped with sarcasm as he sneered at Rian. Annoyance flickered across Rian's face. "Shut up," he muttered, shaking his head in an attempt to dismiss the provocation.

"What? Missing your murderer friend, Demir? Aww—" Owen's taunt was abruptly cut off as Rian's fist collided with his chest. "Shut... the FUCK! UP!" Rian's voice trembled with fury.

Owen clutched his chest, eyes narrowing with venomous intent. He retaliated with a punch to Rian's shoulder, but Rian remained unfazed. Seizing Owen's arm, Rian slammed him to the floor with a resounding thud.

Neyan joined the fray, stomping on Owen's arms with unrestrained anger. "Don't! YOU!! EVER CALL DEMIR A MURDERER, YOU TWISTED, EVIL, FILTHY SCUM!" Each word was punctuated by a fierce stomp.

Owen's groans of pain escalated, his eyes glistening with impending tears. The commotion drew the PE teacher, who burst into the changing room, face flushed with rage. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" The demand thundered through the room.

"Teaching him a lesson," Rian replied coldly, his gaze unwavering. Neyan stood beside him, nodding in agreement, though a flicker of apprehension crossed his features.

"Come with me!" The PE teacher's command brooked no argument. Rian slid his hands into his pockets, following without hesitation, while Neyan trailed behind, his expression a tapestry of worry and uncertainty.

They were led to the headteacher's office, a room exuding authority. Behind the imposing desk sat a woman with crimson hair styled into a sharp pixie cut, her black suit immaculate, her demeanor stern. Rian's face remained impassive, a mask of indifference, while Neyan's eyes darted nervously around the room, an audible gulp betraying his anxiety.

The headteacher's piercing gaze settled on them, the silence stretching taut. "Explain yourselves," she demanded, her voice a controlled, icy calm that hinted at the storm beneath.

Rian met her gaze evenly. "We were defending our friend's honor," he stated, his tone devoid of remorse.

Neyan shifted uncomfortably beside him, nodding in hesitant agreement. "Owen insulted Demir; we couldn't let that stand."

The headteacher's eyes narrowed, fingers steepling as she considered their words. "Resorting to violence is unacceptable, regardless of the provocation," she admonished, her voice like steel. "There will be consequences for your actions."

Rian's expression remained stoic, but a circuit in his jaw tightened. Neyan's shoulders slumped, resignation washing over him. The weight of their choices settled heavily upon them as they awaited the judgment to come. 

The headteacher's voice was devoid of sympathy, cutting through the tension with a finality that left no room for argument. “You will be getting… isolation for the rest of the day,” she declared, her tone unyielding.

Neyan's fists clenched at his sides, his body trembling with barely contained frustration. “I can’t do this shit… Owen can pull that crap and go punishment-free?! He insulted someone we deeply loved!” His voice quavered with emotion, rising as his anger and despair bled into every word. “What would you do if someone insulted a friend of yours who disappeared or left?! HUH?!” His fist came down on the desk with a resounding thud, his eyes locking onto the headteacher's, pleading for a flicker of understanding. “Why won’t you understand?!…” His voice cracked as he stepped back, his anger giving way to a raw, vulnerable pain.

The headteacher met his gaze with unwavering resolve. “You’re still getting the isolation. Screaming won’t make it go away,” she stated firmly, her eyes betraying a hint of weariness but no intention to relent.

Neyan's jaw tightened, his teeth grinding audibly in his frustration. “The injustice,” he muttered under his breath, the words dripping with resentment as he turned on his heel.

Without a word, Rian followed, his own emotions simmering just beneath the surface. The PE teacher led them in silence, the heavy footsteps echoing through the corridor like a march to their sentence. Isolation loomed ahead—a sterile room lined with individual booths, each one a small, confining space where students were expected to sit in silence and toil through a daunting pile of work.

The door creaked open, revealing the empty room. The air was thick with the scent of wood, mingling with the faint tang of cleaning supplies.

It was exactly as expected: impersonal, cold, a place designed to suppress rather than rehabilitate. Rian and Neyan exchanged a glance, their silent communication speaking volumes as they stepped inside, the door closing behind them with a soft, definitive click.

Rian and Neyan trudged toward their assigned isolation booths, the oppressive atmosphere of the room pressing down on them. Each booth was a confining cubicle, its walls a dull, institutional gray that seemed to absorb any semblance of comfort. The overhead fluorescent lights cast a harsh, sterile glow, intensifying the sense of seclusion.

Rian sank into the rigid plastic chair within his booth, the cold surface offering no solace.

He buried his head in his arms, his mind a tumultuous storm of emotions. Since Demir's departure, it felt as though the very fabric of his world was unraveling, each thread pulling away to reveal a void of confusion and despair. Why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this? The questions echoed in his mind, unanswered and relentless.

With a heavy sigh, Rian forced himself to straighten up, reaching for the first worksheet atop the daunting pile before him. The paper felt rough against his fingertips, the printed text blurring slightly as his eyes struggled to focus. Beside him, separated by the thin partition, Neyan was already engrossed in his work, his pen moving swiftly across the page. The silence between them was thick, filled with unspoken thoughts and shared discontent.

The assignments were monotonous, their simplicity offering no challenge, only a tedious march through familiar concepts.

Both boys worked at a brisk pace, their desire to escape the confines of isolation propelling them forward. Yet, the ease of the tasks did little to alleviate the boredom that gnawed at their minds.

The isolation room felt like a prison, each booth a cell designed to contain not just their bodies but their spirits. The enforced silence left them alone with their thoughts, each passing minute allowing doubts and fears to fester. The absence of external distractions meant there was no escape from the internal turmoil that plagued them.

For Rian, the isolation was suffocating, the weight of his emotions pressing down with an almost physical force.

Every tick of the clock seemed to echo in the stillness, a reminder of the slow passage of time. Neyan, though outwardly composed, felt the sting of injustice, his mind replaying the events that led them here, each recollection sharpening his resentment.

In this sterile environment, their suffering was magnified, each boy left to grapple with his own demons, the path to resolution obscured by the walls that confined them. 

Rian and Neyan sat in their isolation booths, the oppressive silence amplifying the monotonous scratch of their pens against paper. The room, dimly lit and smelling faintly of varnished wood, felt more like a prison than a place of learning. Each booth was a confining cubicle, designed to prevent any interaction, forcing students to confront their thoughts in solitude.

Rian's mind wandered as he mechanically completed the assignments. The recent departure of his friend Demir weighed heavily on him, casting a shadow over his every thought. He couldn't shake the feeling that his world was unraveling, one thread at a time. Beside him, Neyan worked with determined focus, his pen moving swiftly, yet his eyes betrayed a storm of emotions.

Suddenly, the shrill blast of the fire alarm shattered the silence, its piercing tone sending a jolt through both boys. The isolation supervisor, a stern figure with a perpetual frown, sprang to his feet.

"Everyone stand up and form a single file line!" he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

Rian and Neyan exchanged a brief glance before complying, stepping out of their booths to join the line. The hallway was a cacophony of alarms and hurried footsteps, the usual order of the school replaced by urgent chaos. As they were led through the corridors, the acrid scent of smoke became unmistakable, curling tendrils seeping into the air.

Emerging onto the sports astro, the vast open field where the entire student body had congregated, Rian's eyes were drawn to the right wing of the school.

Flames licked hungrily at the upper floors, black smoke billowing into the sky, painting a grim picture against the afternoon sun. The distant wail of sirens grew louder, and soon, fire trucks arrived, firefighters swiftly deploying their equipment and disappearing into the inferno.

The headteacher, a woman of commanding presence, took to a portable microphone, her voice cutting through the din.

"Attention, students. Due to the ongoing fire, the school is being evacuated. Twenty coaches have been arranged to transport you home immediately. Please proceed in an orderly fashion to your designated coach."

A collective sigh of relief seemed to ripple through the crowd. For Rian and Neyan, the abrupt end to their isolation felt like an unexpected reprieve. As Year 11 students, they were among the first to board the initial coach. Choosing seats at the back, they settled in, the vinyl seats creaking under their weight.

The engine roared to life, and the coach began its journey away from the beleaguered school. Rian gazed out of the window, watching the plumes of smoke recede into the distance. Beside him, Neyan stared ahead, his thoughts inscrutable. The events of the day had been a whirlwind, leaving them both to ponder the uncertainties of tomorrow.

As the coach navigated through familiar streets, the reality of their situation began to sink in. The sanctuary of their school, despite its flaws, had been compromised. The future seemed uncertain, but for now, they had escaped the confines of isolation, both physical and emotional, if only for a brief respite.

Rian and Neyan continued their work in the isolation room, the monotonous scratching of their pens against paper the only sound breaking the oppressive silence. Each sat in a cramped booth, the high wooden partitions creating a sense of confinement, amplifying their feelings of frustration and injustice.

Rian's mind was a tumultuous sea of emotions, thoughts of Demir's departure intertwining with the recent altercation and the perceived unfairness of their punishment. His pen moved mechanically, completing the assignments with ease, yet his mind was elsewhere, trapped in a cycle of anger and confusion.

Neyan, seated a few booths away, worked with a determined fervor, his pen racing across the pages. Despite his outward focus, his mind mirrored Rian's turmoil, grappling with the same sense of loss and injustice.

Suddenly, the shrill blare of the fire alarm shattered the silence, its piercing tone sending a jolt through both boys. The isolation supervisor, a stern figure with a perpetual frown, sprang to his feet.

"Everyone stand up and form a single file line!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the alarm's wail.

Rian and Neyan exchanged a glance, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected turn of events. They rose from their seats, joining the line of students filing out of the isolation room.

As they traversed the labyrinthine hallways, the distant scent of smoke tinged the air, mingling with the acrid smell of cleaning supplies. The usually bustling corridors were eerily silent, the alarm's incessant blare the only indication of the unfolding emergency.

Emerging onto the sports astro, they were met with the sight of the entire student body assembled in neat rows. Teachers took hurried headcounts, their faces masks of professional concern. In the distance, flames licked at the upper floors of the school's right wing, black smoke billowing into the sky.

The wail of approaching sirens grew louder, and moments later, fire trucks arrived, firefighters swiftly deploying hoses and equipment.

The headteacher, a woman of imposing presence, took to a portable microphone, her voice calm yet authoritative.

"As you can see, we are experiencing a fire emergency," she announced. "For your safety, all students are to return home immediately. School coaches are en route to transport you. Please remain orderly and await further instructions."

A collective murmur rippled through the student body, a mixture of relief and curiosity. Rian and Neyan shared a look of subdued satisfaction; the unforeseen incident had granted them an unexpected reprieve from isolation.

Being in Year 11, they were among the first to board the initial coach. Choosing seats at the back, they settled in as the engine roared to life, the vehicle pulling away from the chaotic scene.

The journey was marked by a contemplative silence, both boys lost in their thoughts. The events of the day replayed in their minds, each pondering the implications of the fire and the respite it had provided from their punishment.

The coach eventually arrived in Rian's neighborhood, a suburban enclave characterized by wide streets and meticulously maintained lawns. He disembarked, offering a brief nod to Neyan, and made his way home.

Approaching his residence—a sprawling modern mansion of glass and steel—he couldn't help but feel a disconnect between its pristine facade and the turmoil within him. The structure stood as a testament to contemporary design, its clean lines and minimalist aesthetic exuding an air of cold perfection.

Ringing the doorbell, he was greeted by his mother, her expression shifting from surprise to concern.

"Rian? You're home early," she remarked, her tone laced with confusion.

"School fire," he replied tersely, brushing past her to enter the expansive foyer. The polished marble floors and high ceilings, adorned with abstract art, felt oppressively empty.

Kicking off his black shoes, he ascended the floating staircase to his room. The space mirrored the rest of the house—sleek, modern, and meticulously organized. Yet, to Rian, it felt devoid of warmth, a stark contrast to the chaos of his thoughts.

Changing into his preferred attire—a black shirt emblazoned with a small builder's hat logo and baggy sweatpants—he collapsed onto his bed. The mattress, though plush, offered little comfort.

His mind raced with unanswered questions: How had the fire started? Was it an accident, or something more sinister? Each thought led to another, a relentless chain of uncertainty.

Seeking distraction, he reached for his phone—a Samsung S1075 Ultra. The device was a marvel of technology, its sleek titanium frame housing a flat screen capable of astonishing clarity and speed.

Opening TikTok, he began to scroll, the endless stream of content a temporary escape. Yet, each video felt increasingly hollow, failing to provide the solace he sought.

Frustration mounting, he abruptly powered off the phone and tossed it onto his desk. Rolling onto his side, he closed his eyes, willing himself into the oblivion of sleep. As consciousness faded, his thoughts remained a tangled web, unresolved and unrelenting. 

In the realm of Rian's dreams, he finds himself in a cramped, oppressive room, the walls pressing in with a suffocating closeness. A dim, flickering light struggles to cast its glow, barely illuminating the shadows that dance around the edges.

In the center of the room stands a tall mirror, its once pristine surface now fractured with jagged cracks that seem to spiderweb outwards, reflecting distorted shards of reality.

Rian approaches the mirror hesitantly, each step echoing ominously in the confined space. When he finally looks into the glass, he is met with a reflection that is both familiar and foreign. It is himself, but drained of all color, as if life had been siphoned away, leaving behind a hollow, shadowy figure. The limbs of his reflection are grotesquely twisted, bending in impossible angles that defy the natural order, evoking a deep, visceral unease. The figure's eyes are dark voids, void of emotion but filled with an unsettling intensity.

Then, the reflection speaks. Its voice is Rian's, yet stripped of warmth and life, a flat, monotone drone that sends shivers down his systems. "You're a coward. You're a coward. You're a coward," it repeats, the words looping endlessly, each iteration hammering into Rian's psyche like a relentless pulse. The cadence is hypnotic, each phrase more haunting than the last, embedding itself into the core of his being.

Panic surges within Rian. His heart pounds in his chest as his eyes dart around the room, desperate to find a way out, a way to escape this torment.

The walls seem to close in further, the air growing thick with tension. He feels trapped, not just physically, but mentally, ensnared by the reflection's taunts that echo his deepest insecurities. The mirror, once a simple object of reflection, has become a portal to his fears, a stark reminder of the battles he fights within himself.

Suddenly, to Rian's absolute shock, the floor beneath him gives way, and he feels himself being dragged downward, as if slipping through reality itself. He no-clips through the dusty wooden floor, plummeting into a vast, cavernous hallway. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, and the walls, once vibrant, now wear the faded remnants of paint peeling away with time. The hallway stretches endlessly, lined with countless brown oak doors, each identical and stretching far beyond the limits of sight.

Rian stands in this eerie expanse, the unsettling calm of the hallway pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He takes cautious steps forward, the echo of his footsteps the only sound in the vast stillness. He approaches one of the many oak doors, its brass handle cold to the touch. With a deep breath, he twists the handle and pushes the door open.

The room beyond is unremarkable in size, a void of nothingness, blank and devoid of any discernible feature. Just as Rian begins to question the purpose of this place, a screen flickers into existence before him. The glow illuminates the otherwise dark room, revealing a map, intricate and detailed, of a place labeled "The Forest of the Dead." The sight sends a shiver down his spine. What could his mind be trying to communicate through this cryptic vision? Rian’s thoughts race as he tries to decipher the meaning, but the answer eludes him.

Shaking his head in frustration, he steps back out of the room, the door closing behind him with a definitive slam. The sound reverberates through the hallway, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence. As he regains his composure, his eyes are drawn down the corridor to a massive, imposing door—far larger than the others.

Its surface is crafted from the same oak, but it bears the resemblance of a vault, with heavy metal reinforcements and an intricate wheel mechanism at its center.

A surge of urgency propels Rian forward, his feet pounding against the floor as he sprints toward the colossal door, his heart racing in time with his steps. The hallway blurs around him, a tunnel vision focused solely on reaching his destination. As he reaches the door, he grasps the wheel with both hands, turning it with all his strength. The mechanism groans in protest before the door begins to creak open, revealing the darkness within.

Inside, carved in jagged, ominous lettering across the far wall, the words “HE WILL DIE. SAVE HIM” burn brightly against the gloom. The message sends a shockwave of realization through Rian. His breath catches in his throat, and a cold sweat beads on his forehead. The weight of the words presses on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

In an instant, Rian jolts awake, his chest heaving, his room illuminated only by the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. His core pounds, and his mind races back to the final message of his dream. It couldn’t be a coincidence. He knew the warning was about Demir. He had to find a way out of the dome.

Rian slowly rises from his colossal bed, the soft rustling of sheets accompanying his movement. He scratches his head, his fingers ruffling through his tousled hair, and with a disoriented posture, he shuffles toward his sleek black wooden desk.

The room is bathed in the dim glow of early morning, casting long shadows across the minimalist decor. Reaching for his phone, he feels the cool, smooth surface against his palm as he powers it on. Navigating to the contacts app, he presses the green call button to reach Neyan.

The phone rings for what feels like an eternity, each second stretching longer than the last, until finally, after thirty seconds, Neyan's groggy voice breaks the silence.

"It's 5 am; what time do you call this to call me?!" Neyan's tone is a blend of fatigue and irritation.

"Look, I'll tell you later, but you need to come over to my house. This is urgent," Rian responds, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic gravity.

A brief pause ensues before Neyan sighs, "Okay, Rian, I'll come over." The call ends with a soft click, and Rian places his phone back onto the desk, its surface reflecting the faint light.

Exiting his expansive room, Rian traverses the seemingly endless hallways of his home, each step echoing in the silence. The warm glow of fluorescent lights casts a comforting hue, illuminating the modern art pieces adorning the walls. The tranquility is abruptly interrupted by the sharp chime of the doorbell.

Reacting swiftly, Rian sprints down the hallway, his feet barely touching the polished floor. He reaches the staircase and, with a burst of adrenaline, leaps down the entire flight, landing with a muted thud. His momentum carries him to the moon-colored titanium door, which he flings open to reveal Neyan, standing there in blue and white striped pajamas, a sleepy grin tugging at his lips.

"Hey," Neyan greets, his voice tinged with amusement.

"Come with me," Rian commands, urgency lacing his words. He grabs Neyan's hand, the contact firm and insistent, and leads him briskly back to his room.

Once inside, Rian turns to face his friend, his expression intense. "Listen, Neyan. We're going to escape this place, but we need a plan. Today, we're going to brainstorm."

Neyan's eyes widen in shock, his face paling. "W-what if we get caught by the WDDF—the Worker Drone Defense Force of the dome?"

Rian's jaw sets with determination. "If Demir can do it, so can we."

The room falls silent, the weight of their decision hanging heavily in the air, as the first light of dawn begins to seep through the curtains, heralding the start of their daring endeavour. 

Rian stepped into his expansive wardrobe, a space rivaling the size of a gourmet kitchen, where rows of meticulously arranged high-end clothing and accessories greeted him. His eyes scanned the collection until they settled on an A3 project book, its pages uniquely crafted from stone, exuding an air of permanence and gravity. Retrieving the hefty tome, he exited the wardrobe and placed it with a resonant thud onto his sleek black desk.

Anticipating a strategic session, Rian positioned two chairs beside the desk—one for himself and the other for Neyan. As they settled into their seats, Rian reached for a feather quill and an accompanying bottle of ink, tools that lent a timeless gravitas to their endeavor.

"My dad funds the WDDF, so he knows a lot about their operations," Rian began, his voice measured and deliberate. "He often boasted about it during dinners. From what I've gathered, the southern sector is the least defended area. Additionally, the WDDF stores their weapons in the lighthouse—the tallest building in the dome, which also functions as a hotel. They conceal them on the 25th floor in a secret room that requires a WDDF ID for access."

As he spoke, Rian meticulously documented this information in the project book, the quill's nib scratching rhythmically against the stone pages, each stroke echoing in the quiet room.

Neyan's eyes lit up with sudden inspiration, ideas coalescing rapidly in his mind. "You know that annoying kid at school, Owen? His parents work for the WDDF. We could steal Owen's information sheet from the school records to find out where he lives. Then, we ambush his parents, take their uniforms, seize as many weapons as we can, and infiltrate through the southern defense."

"Great plan!" Rian exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face as he began sketching out their strategy in the project book. "I heard they've already rebuilt the school, so we have to go today. How are we going to get the info sheet?" Neyan asks.

Rian leaned back, contemplating the challenge. "Here's the plan: you'll get yourself in trouble and get sent to the principal's office. Meanwhile, I'll create a distraction by throwing valuable items near the office and setting off smoke bombs."

"Got it?" Rian asked, his eyes locking onto Neyan's with determination.

"Got it!" Neyan replied, matching Rian's resolve with a confident smirk.

Rian reached into his wardrobe, selecting a plain black shirt and light grey sweatpants. The shirt's fabric was soft and lightweight, contrasting with the cozy warmth of the sweatpants. He tossed the attire to Neyan, saying, "Here, get changed because we're going to buy the items we need."

Neyan caught the clothes and headed to the en-suite bathroom in Rian's bedroom. The bathroom was spacious, with gleaming marble countertops and ambient lighting that cast a soft glow. He changed quickly, the new outfit fitting comfortably and providing ease of movement.

Approximately five minutes later, they found themselves standing outside "Prank Shop" near Rian’s house, a store renowned for its extensive collection of pranks and novelty items. The shop's exterior was vibrant, with colorful signage and playful window displays that hinted at the treasures inside.

Rian and Neyan stepped into the colossal shopping mall, immediately enveloped by the hum of activity. The ground floor buzzed with energy, lined with fast-food establishments tailored to the unique appetites of worker drones. Battery Bistro enticed patrons with its "lithium-ion lunches," while The Soldering Station offered "soldered sandwiches" that emitted enticing aromas. Neyan's eyes widened in awe, absorbing the vibrant atmosphere, whereas Rian maintained an air of familiarity, his expression unchanged.

"Come on, let's head to the technology floor," Rian urged, his tone brisk as he gently tugged Neyan toward the elevators. They approached the sleek, titanium-clad elevator, noting the guide map indicating: Floor 4 – Technology and Devices. Rian pressed the call button, and the doors slid open with a soft chime. Inside, the elevator's interior gleamed with polished metal surfaces, reflecting their determined faces. Neyan pressed the button for the fourth floor, and they felt a smooth ascent as the elevator whisked them upward.

Upon arrival, the doors opened to reveal a sprawling expanse dedicated to cutting-edge technology. Stores showcasing brands like Xiaomi, OnePlus, and Google lined the corridors, each exuding its own futuristic flair. However, Rian and Neyan's focus was drawn to their primary targets: the Samsung and Apple stores, renowned for their innovative offerings.

Opting to visit the Apple Store first, they crossed the threshold into a realm of minimalist elegance. The store's design was a testament to sleek professionalism, with expansive glass walls allowing natural light to flood the space, illuminating the meticulously arranged displays. Devices rested on smooth wooden tables, inviting hands-on interaction. The ambient lighting highlighted the store's pristine white walls, creating an atmosphere of modern sophistication.

As they navigated through the array of products, they observed the latest innovations prominently featured. The iPhone 1765 Pro Max, with its 6.7-inch Super Retina XDR OLED 600 hertz display and advanced A1767 Elite Bionic chipset, stood out among the offerings. Nearby, the MacBook Pro showcased the formidable M1072 Pro chip, promising unparalleled performance for professionals and enthusiasts alike.

Approaching a store employee, Rian retrieved his credit card, the metallic sheen catching the ambient light. Neyan remained close, his curiosity piqued.

"Excuse me," Rian addressed the employee, his voice carrying a note of fatigue.

The employee, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, with a distinctive blonde mullet and a monocle perched over one eye, turned to them with a courteous nod. "Yes, how may I assist you today?"

Rian met the employee's gaze with unwavering seriousness. "I'd like to purchase seventeen iPhone 1765 Pro Max units."

The employee's composed demeanor faltered momentarily, eyebrows arching in surprise. "Seventeen units, sir? May I inquire about the purpose of such a substantial order?"

Rian maintained his stoic expression. "It's for a project of significant importance."

The employee regained his professional composure, nodding thoughtfully. "Understood. Allow me to check our inventory to confirm availability." He gestured toward a seating area furnished with minimalist chairs. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. This will only take a moment."

As the employee moved toward a discreet door leading to the stockroom, Rian and Neyan exchanged a glance, the weight of their mission pressing upon them. The ambient sounds of the store—soft conversations, the occasional chime of a device—filled the space as they awaited confirmation of their unusual request. 

The employee returned, precariously balancing seventeen sleek boxes of the latest iPhone 1765 Pro Max. Each box gleamed under the store's ambient lighting, showcasing the pinnacle of technological advancement. With a slight grunt, the employee carefully placed the boxes into Rian's expandable bag, designed to accommodate such bulk purchases effortlessly.

"Here you are, sir," the employee said, adjusting his monocle and retrieving a futuristic payment terminal. "Will that be cash or card?"

"Card," Rian replied, producing a sleek, metallic credit chip. He tapped it against the terminal, authorizing a transaction totaling over 15,000 workers drone bucks—a substantial sum in Worker Drone currency.

Neyan's eyes widened in astonishment. "That's a lot of money you just spent, Rian!"

Rian offered a nonchalant shrug. "It's necessary for our project."

”True.” Neyan replied.

The employee, maintaining his professional demeanor, handed Rian a holographic receipt. "Thank you for your purchase. If you require any further assistance, feel free to ask."

Together, they made their way through the bustling mall, the weight of their mission pressing upon them as they prepared for the challenges ahead. They decided they wouldn’t get the Samsungs as there isn’t enough time.

Five minutes later, Rian and Neyan, the dynamic duo, emerged from Aero Avenue Mall, their path set toward the school. Rian slipped his hands into his pockets, a smirk tugging at his lips as anticipation and eagerness coursed through him. Beside him, Neyan exuded determination, his posture upright and steps purposeful. Together, they moved in unison, fully aware that their plan's success hinged on their unwavering partnership. 

Rian and Neyan arrived at the imposing structure of Solaris Drone Academy, its sleek architecture illuminated by strategically placed fluorescent lights that cast a sterile glow across the premises. The academy’s design, a blend of modern aesthetics and advanced materials, stood as a testament to cutting-edge educational infrastructure. The corridors, lined with interactive digital displays, pulsed with information, reflecting the institution’s commitment to integrating technology into every facet of learning.

Arriving well past the commencement of the first lesson, the duo found the hallways deserted—a perfect setting for the initial phase of their meticulously crafted plan. They exchanged a brief, knowing glance before parting ways to execute their respective roles.

Rian proceeded toward his scheduled Science class, the soles of his shoes making soft, deliberate sounds against the polished, sensor-embedded flooring. Each step was a reminder of the academy’s emphasis on precision and order.

As he approached the entrance, the door recognized his biometric signature, sliding open silently to grant him access. Inside, the classroom buzzed with activity; students were engrossed in experiments involving holographic projections and virtual simulations. Rian slipped into his seat, his demeanor calm, blending seamlessly into the academic environment.

Meanwhile, Neyan veered toward the Information and Communication Technology (ICT) and Art wing, his heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and apprehension. He selected a Year 7 ICT class at random, the door’s access panel granting him entry due to his senior status. The room was a hive of youthful energy, with students immersed in coding exercises on their holographic interfaces.

The instructor, a middle-aged drone with a stern visage, looked up from his console, his optical sensors narrowing at the unexpected intrusion. “You’re not assigned to this class,” he stated, his voice modulated to convey authority.

Neyan offered a nonchalant shrug, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Just thought I’d drop by,” he replied, his tone laced with defiance.

Without warning, he seized a nearby chair, the lightweight alloy making it easy to handle, and with a swift motion, sent it crashing into one of the advanced quantum processors. The device emitted a series of sparks before going dark, its display flickering off. Gasps filled the room as students recoiled from their workstations.

“Consider this a lesson in cybersecurity, stop watching p*rn!” Neyan quipped, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed the shocked expressions around him.

The instructor’s composure shattered, his voice rising in pitch. “This behavior is unacceptable! Report to the principal’s office immediately!”

Neyan raised his hands in mock surrender, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Just the invitation I was hoping for,” he muttered under his breath, turning on his heel to exit the chaotic scene he had orchestrated.

As he made his way to the administrative sector, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of exhilaration. The first step of their plan was in motion, and there was no turning back now.

Neyan casually pulls out his phone—a last-generation Google Pixel Pro XL with a 350Hz flat display, a sleek 5mm-thin chassis finished in a deep jet black.

He unlocks it with a smooth swipe across PixelOS, and within moments, he opens WhatsApp. With practiced ease, he types a quick message to Rian: "First part of the plan worked—let's move to the next phase." The message, sent with an almost imperceptible tap, is a small victory in their intricate scheme, and as Neyan glances up, a determined smile crosses his face.

Neyan walked through the labyrinthine corridors and stairwell of Solaris Drone Academy, each step echoing with the hum of the advanced technology embedded within the walls. The low fluorescent lights flickered above, casting an eerie glow on the synthetic floors.

He moved with purpose, weaving through the maze, his mind racing over the sequence of events he had set into motion. Finally, he reached the beige oak door of the headteacher’s office. The door creaked softly as he swung it open, entering the room with a mixture of defiance and casual indifference.

Inside, the headteacher — a towering figure of authority in the world of worker drones — sat behind her polished, titanium desk, her posture rigid and air of perfectionist control unraveled... until her digital eyes fixed on him. Her digital eyebrow, a customizable feature designed to convey emotion, shot up immediately, articulated in crisp, digital precision.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice carrying the detachment of someone who had already dealt with too many problem students… or drones, in this case.

Neyan stood in the doorway, scratching the back of his head, putting on a show of feigned innocence. “Oh, umm...” He paused, then yawned dramatically as though the entire ordeal had been more tedious than serious.

“I broke a school computer because I threw a chair at it and... told the kid working on it to stop watching p*rn... as a joke.” He leaned against the doorframe casually, as if he had just announced an insignificant event in his otherwise mundane day.

The headteacher’s expression, which had previously been composed, splintered. A loud digital buzz from her vocal synthesizer echoed in the room. “W-Wait... What?! You did WHAT?!” Her voice boomed, a sharp and unsettling sound that resonated through the otherwise sterile, quiet office. Neyan, unflinching and still relaxed, raised a single eyebrow.

His tone remained as flippant as ever, clearly unfazed by her reaction. “Yeah, guess you’ll have to work that out. It's not like they were doing anything important anyway… right?” He gave a wry smile, his hands casually slipping into his pants pockets. The headteacher’s geometric face flickered with a digital error as her system processed the chaotic absurdity of Neyan's actions. “Get inside!” the headteacher snapped, her command no longer laced with any semblance of calm control.

Chapter Text

It had been four days since Demir restocked his supplies in Coporia. He now picks up his phone, his fingers swiftly navigating through the sleek interface. With a few taps, he opens the map app and sets the destination to Khan Doorman’s colony. The words of the female Murder Drone he had killed echo in his mind—K, the one who murdered his parents, was reportedly near Khan Doorman’s colony. Demir’s resolve hardens as he prepares to make his next move.

The soft crunch of snow echoed with each step as Demir moved forward, his heavy black boots sinking slightly into the frost-covered ground. Fluffy lining hugged his legs, shielding him from the bitter cold, but the chill in his core came from something far deeper. He paused for a moment, eyes fixed ahead—cold, determined, and alone.

Yun’s absence tugged at the edges of his thoughts. Having her by his side would’ve made the path ahead a little less lonely. But deep down, Demir knew this was a burden he had to carry alone. Justice wasn’t something he could share. Not for what K had done.

That creature—no, that monster—had taken everything from him. And now, armed with new power and burning resolve, Demir knew what he had to do. He would hunt down K. And he would end him.

The thought of hunting down K—the Murder Drone responsible for everything—filled Demir with a strange mix of nerves and determination. The image of K's glowing eyes haunted him, but the idea of finally ending him lit a fire in Demir’s chest. He was getting closer. Closer than ever before.

But then, a question crept into his mind like a cold wind: What happens after I kill him?
That was his purpose. His reason for surviving. If that ended… what would be left?

“Of course. Killing all the Murder Drones,” another voice echoed in his head—sharp, resolute, and maybe even a little darker. And yes, that was true. K was just the beginning. There were more out there. More threats. More vengeance to be served.

Demir pushed forward through the snowy wasteland, his fluffy black boots crunching over frost-covered ground. The landscape stretched endlessly around him, silent and still. Just him… and his thoughts.

Demir exhaled deeply, centering himself. The triangular symbol of the Absolute Solver ignited on his palm, its glow pulsing with energy. Simultaneously, one of his digital red eyes on his visor shifted, replaced by the Solver's emblem, signifying the activation of his telekinetic abilities.​

Harnessing the Absolute Solver, Demir propelled himself forward, the world around him blurring as he accelerated to 100 mph. Lifeless trees and the barren snowy landscape became indistinct streaks, the landscape rushing past in a whirlwind of motion.​

Maintaining his velocity, Demir glanced at his phone, the map app guiding him with precise directions. He executed sharp turns—left, then right—his movements fluid and controlled, each maneuver calculated to maintain his speed without faltering.​

The Absolute Solver's telekinetic propulsion allowed Demir to navigate the terrain with unparalleled agility, transforming obstacles into mere afterthoughts as he advanced toward his destination.​

Demir's worn red fez, a cherished memento once belonging to his father, slips off his head without warning. He yelps in surprise and halts immediately, his core pounding in his chest. Without a second thought, he dashes back to where the fez has fallen, his movements swift and determined. Kneeling, he snatches it up with trembling hands, placing it back firmly atop his head, as if reconnecting with a part of himself he refuses to let go of.

With a deep breath, he ignites the triangular symbol of the Absolute Solver, the intricate design glowing with a fierce red light. In an instant, one of his digital red eyes flickers and transforms, replaced by the glowing emblem—a reminder of the power he holds within.

Feeling the surge of energy, Demir channels the telekinetic abilities of the Absolute Solver, propelling himself forward once again. The world blurs around him as he accelerates, the weight of his mission driving him faster, unyielding. The around him seems to stretch on endlessly, but with each passing second, Demir feels closer to his goal, his every movement a step toward vengeance and resolution.

After half an hour of intense acceleration, Demir finally eased up, letting the Absolute Solver’s energy wind down. A faint hum faded as the telekinetic propulsion halted, and his boots scraped harshly against the snow-covered ground, kicking up a flurry of ice. The glowing triangular symbol of the Absolute Solver flickered in one of his eyes—then blinked out, returning to his usual digital red gaze.

He stood still, catching his breath as steam hissed from the vents on his back. In the distance, rising like a jagged skeleton from the frostbitten landscape, stood an abandoned skyscraper. Its upper floors were cracked and shattered, but its core remained standing tall—silent, alone, and perfect.

Demir narrowed his eyes. “That’ll do.” He said in his usual monotone voice.

He began walking toward the tower, snow crunching beneath his boots. This was it. The place he’d learn to master the wings grafted into his back—wings that Dr. Domeman had carefully installed during those long, painful hours. But mastering flight wasn’t just about the parts—it was about control, confidence, and knowing what the sky expected from him.

Demir reached the base of the skyscraper, craning his neck to stare at the shattered summit above. Without hesitation, he grabbed a rusted ledge and began to climb, his movements precise and determined. If he was going to take down Murder Drones, he had to learn to rise above them—literally.

It was time to fly.

Demir continued ascending the skeletal remains of the abandoned skyscraper, each step a cautious negotiation with rusted metal and crumbling concrete. The wind howled through the hollow structure, carrying with it the scent of decay and the sting of ice. Below, the landscape stretched into a desolate expanse—leafless trees stood like petrified sentinels, and the snow-covered wasteland shimmered under the pale light, offering no warmth.​

He paused to survey the haunting panorama, his breath visible in the frigid air, a fleeting cloud that quickly dissipated.The silence was profound, broken only by the distant creak of the building settling into its own demise. With a resigned sigh, Demir tightened his grip and continued his ascent, each movement a testament to his resolve amidst the desolation.​

After a grueling ascent, Demir finally reached the summit of the derelict skyscraper. The building groaned under his weight, its skeletal frame a relic of a bygone era. He collapsed onto the cold, dust-covered rooftop, the concrete beneath him cracked and weathered by time. A weary groan escaped his lips, the toll of his journey etched into every fiber of his being.​

As he lay there, the vast expanse of the world unfolded before him. The lifeless forest stretched out like a sea of skeletal fingers, their barren branches clawing at the sky. Beyond, the snowy wastelands shimmered under the pale light, a desolate expanse that seemed to stretch into infinity. Scattered across the horizon were the husks of abandoned factories and power plants, their once-mighty structures now crumbling monuments to a lost civilization.​

Demir sat up slowly, his gaze sweeping over the haunting panorama. A heavy sigh escaped him, the weight of solitude pressing down like the very ruins that surrounded him. He rose to his feet, the wind tugging at his tattered cloak. With a deliberate motion, he extended the titanium wings affixed to his back—sleek, razor-sharp appendages that glinted ominously in the fading light. These were not mere tools of flight; they were trophies, surgically integrated into his body after he had claimed them from Serial Designation S. Each movement of the wings was a testament to his resilience, a fusion of man and machine forged in the crucible of survival.​

Standing atop the world, Demir felt the cold embrace of the wind against his face, a stark reminder of the path he had chosen. The horizon beckoned, a canvas of endless possibilities painted in shades of gray and silver. With his wings poised and his resolve steeled, he prepared to embrace whatever lay ahead.​

Demir stood atop the crumbling skyscraper, the wind tugging at his coat as he surveyed the desolate landscape below. The lifeless forest stretched out like a sea of skeletal fingers, their barren branches clawing at the sky. Beyond, the snowy wastelands shimmered under the pale light, a desolate expanse that seemed to stretch into infinity. Scattered across the horizon were the husks of abandoned factories and power plants, their once-mighty structures now crumbling monuments to a lost civilization.​

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. With a determined expression, he stepped off the edge of the building, plummeting into the void below. As the ground rushed up to meet him, he extended his titanium wings, attempting to catch the air and slow his descent. But the wings, though sharp and formidable, were unfamiliar and unresponsive to his commands. Panic surged through him as he realized he couldn't control them.​

Just as he was about to crash into the unforgiving earth, a surge of energy coursed through his body. The triangular symbol of the Absolute Solver flared to life on his hand, and his vision shifted as one of his eyes transformed, glowing with the same eerie light. In an instant, he activated the Solver's telekinetic abilities, halting his fall mere inches from the ground. Suspended in mid-air, he hovered for a moment, the power thrumming through his veins.​

With a thought, he propelled himself upward, ascending rapidly back to the rooftop. Landing softly, he exhaled sharply, the adrenaline still coursing through him. He knew it was unrealistic to expect mastery of flight on his first attempt."Learning to fly isn't something that happens overnight," he muttered to himself.

Demir sat cross-legged atop the derelict skyscraper, the icy wind biting at his synthetic skin as he pulled out his battered phone. The screen flickered to life, casting a pale glow on his face as he opened the notes app. He began to type, his fingers moving swiftly as he jotted down thoughts on aerodynamics, wing structure, and air resistance. His mind raced, recalling lessons from his time in the dome, where he had excelled in his studies before everything fell apart.​

Flight Notes:

• Objective: Achieve controlled glide using titanium wings.​

• Approach: Mimic airplane wing formation to maximize lift and minimize drag.​

• Considerations: Account for air density, wind speed, and wing angle.​

• Expected Outcome: Soft landing with reduced impact force.​

After reviewing his notes, Demir stood up, his breath visible in the frigid air. He extended his wings, feeling the weight and balance of the titanium appendages. With a deep breath, he stepped off the edge of the skyscraper, the ground far below.​

As he descended, he adjusted his wings into the formation he had envisioned, angling them to catch the air. The effect was immediate; his fall slowed, and he began to glide, the wind rushing past him. He maintained his position, focusing on keeping his wings steady. The ground approached, and he braced for impact, but his descent was controlled, and he landed softly on the snow-covered ground.​

Demir stood still for a moment, processing what had just happened. He had done it—his first successful glide. A smile crept across his face as he looked up at the skyscraper above. This was just the beginning.​

​Demir stood atop the skeletal remains of the abandoned skyscraper, his synthetic frame silhouetted against the pale, overcast sky of Copper-9. The wind howled around him, carrying with it the biting chill of the snow-covered wastelands below. His digital eye flickered, the triangular symbol of the Absolute Solver glowing faintly, mirrored by the same symbol etched into his hand. With a deep, mechanical breath, he activated the Solver's telekinetic abilities.​

A subtle hum resonated through the air as Demir ascended, lifted by an unseen force. The world below shrank as he rose, the vast expanse of snow and derelict structures stretching out in every direction. Reaching the pinnacle, he settled onto the rooftop, the cracked concrete groaning beneath his weight. He sat down, his gaze sweeping over the desolate landscape, a patchwork of white and gray, punctuated by the occasional silhouette of a ruined building.​

In the distance, a movement caught his eye—a lone Murder Drone traversing the snowy terrain. Its sleek form moved with purpose, a stark contrast to the stillness of the environment. Curiosity piqued, Demir decided to test the boundaries of his abilities and the drone's intentions.​

He descended from the skyscraper, the Absolute Solver's power guiding his controlled fall. Snowflakes danced around him as he accelerated towards the ground, the wind rushing past with increasing intensity. Landing softly, he began to approach the Murder Drone, his movements calculated and deliberate.​

As he closed the distance, Demir observed the drone's behavior. It hadn't noticed him yet, its attention focused elsewhere. He continued his approach, each step a test of the drone's awareness and aggression. Would it perceive him as a threat? Would it attack unprovoked? These questions lingered in his mind as he prepared for whatever response might come.​

The snow crunched beneath his feet, the only sound in the otherwise silent expanse. He was now within striking distance, the Murder Drone still oblivious to his presence. Demir paused, his body tense, ready to react. The experiment was underway, and the outcome uncertain.​

In this moment, Demir stood at the intersection of curiosity and caution, the Absolute Solver's power coursing through him, ready to be unleashed if necessary. The next move belonged to the Murder Drone.​ But then he realises something, of course the Murder Drone would attack him first. They’re a Murder Drone! A drone who killed hundreds or maybe thousands of Demir’s own kind!

As Demir drew closer, the figure ahead became clearer—a Murder Drone, unmistakably male in design. His medium-length, fluffy silver hair shimmered subtly against the stark white backdrop of Copper-9's snow-covered terrain. What caught Demir's attention was the drone's attire: a well-fitted black suit jacket paired with matching trousers, a crisp gray blouse underneath, and a neatly knotted black tie. The ensemble was completed with polished black dress shoes, giving the drone an unexpectedly dapper appearance. This formal outfit seemed out of place in the desolate, frozen wasteland, adding to the enigma.​

Demir's brow furrowed in confusion. He averted his gaze momentarily, trying to make sense of the incongruity. Before he could process further, the Murder Drone turned towards him, his neon yellow eyes locking onto Demir's. Instead of launching an attack, the drone approached with a friendly demeanor.​

"Hiya! My name’s N!" he greeted cheerfully. "Have you seen a female Worker Drone with short purple hair and a beanie?"

Caught off guard by the cordial tone, Demir raised an eyebrow. "No?" he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.​

"Alright..." N responded, his tone dipping slightly in disappointment. Without further ado, he turned and continued on his way, leaving Demir standing amidst the snow, scratching his head in utter bewilderment.​

The encounter defied all of Demir's expectations. He had anticipated hostility, perhaps even a battle. Instead, he was met with politeness and a simple query. As N's figure receded into the distance, Demir couldn't help but ponder the complexities of the beings he once thought he knew.

Still reeling from his perplexing encounter with N, Demir ascended once more to the summit of the abandoned skyscraper. The icy winds of Copper-9 whipped around him as he stood against the backdrop of a slowly brightening sky.Determined to master flight, he extended his titanium wings—sleek, sharp, and surgically integrated into his frame.​

With each attempt, Demir leaped from the building's edge, adjusting his wing angles, experimenting with air resistance, and striving for controlled descent. Time blurred as he repeated the process, his focus unwavering. The Absolute Solver's symbol on his hand pulsed faintly, a reminder of the power coursing through him.​

Hours passed, and the first rays of sunlight pierced the horizon. As the light touched his synthetic skin, a burning sensation surged through his hand, accompanied by erratic glitches. Recognizing the signs of overexertion and the Solver's instability, Demir ceased his trials. Activating the Absolute Solver, he gently descended to the snow-covered ground, the telekinetic energy cushioning his landing.​

Reaching into his satchel, Demir retrieved a compact cube—a piece of advanced technology he had salvaged. Pressing its central button, the cube unfolded with mechanical precision, expanding into a sleek, modern dwelling. The structure stood in stark contrast to the desolate landscape, its metallic surfaces gleaming softly.​

Inside, the house exuded a futuristic ambiance. Clean lines, ambient lighting, and minimalist furnishings created a serene environment. Demir navigated to the largest bedroom, its centerpiece a plush king-sized bed adorned with crisp linens.Without hesitation, he collapsed onto the bed, the exhaustion of the day's endeavors enveloping him. As he drifted into sleep, the Absolute Solver's symbol dimmed, its glow fading into the quietude of the room

As Demir succumbs to sleep, the world around him dissolves into a vast, white expanse—an endless void devoid of features, yet imbued with a serene luminosity. This blank canvas stretches infinitely, evoking feelings of both tranquility and unease. ​

In the distance, a solitary figure emerges—a young boy, no older than five, with familiar features. Barefoot and carefree, the child juggles a worn football, his laughter echoing softly across the void. His eyes sparkle with unbridled joy, and his voice rings out in Turkish, "Futbol çok eğlenceli!" ("Football is so fun!").​

Demir watches silently, a faint smile tugging at his lips. The sight of his younger self, unburdened and jubilant, stands in stark contrast to his current demeanor—stoic, guarded, and weighed down by experiences. The child's innocence and enthusiasm stir memories long suppressed, reminding Demir of a time before responsibilities and hardships.​

As he steps closer, the surroundings begin to shift. The white void subtly transforms, with faint outlines of a familiar neighborhood materializing—cobbled streets, modest homes, and the distant aroma of home-cooked meals. The young Demir continues to play, oblivious to the changes, his laughter now accompanied by the distant sounds of family and community.​

Demir reaches out, but the image dissipates, leaving him alone once more in the white void. The silence is deafening, filled with unspoken questions and unresolved emotions. He stands motionless, reflecting on the choices and circumstances that led him away from that innocent joy.​

The dream dissipated like mist under the morning sun, leaving behind a lingering warmth of nostalgia. Demir's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving as if he'd surfaced from deep waters. Beads of cold sweat traced paths down his temples, and his synthetic heart pulsed with an unfamiliar rhythm.​

For a fleeting moment, serenity enveloped him—a rare, almost forgotten sensation. The image of his younger self, laughing and playing with a football, echoed in his mind, a stark contrast to the desolate reality he now inhabited. A faint smile touched his lips, a vestige of the joy he'd once known.​

But as consciousness fully reclaimed him, the warmth of the dream was swiftly replaced by a chilling realization. The memories surged forth, unbidden and relentless: the charred remains of his home, the lifeless bodies of his parents, and the haunting visage of Serial Designation K—the architect of his anguish.​

A storm brewed within Demir, a tempest fueled by grief and a burning desire for retribution. His hands clenched into fists, the metal creaking under the strain. The Absolute Solver symbol on his hand pulsed ominously, mirroring the fury that now consumed him.​

In his mind's eye, he envisioned K's demise—not as justice, but as a symphony of vengeance. He imagined tearing K apart, piece by piece, savoring each scream, each plea for mercy. A sadistic grin spread across his face, a manifestation of the darkness that had taken root in his soul.​

As darkness enveloped the snow-laden landscape, Demir stirred from his slumber. The soft hum of his internal systems transitioning from sleep mode resonated faintly within the confines of his futuristic abode. Rising from the expansive king-sized bed, he approached the window, his visor adjusting to the dim light. Outside, the world was cloaked in the serene stillness of night, the moon casting a silvery glow upon the endless expanse of snow.​

Satisfied that the sun had set—its rays no longer a threat to his sensitive systems—Demir turned back into the room. He reached for his cherished red fez, placing it atop his head with deliberate care. The fez, a symbol of his heritage and a connection to his past, sat snugly, its presence grounding him amidst the chaos of his existence. Next, he stepped into his substantial black boots, their weight a comforting reminder of the path he had walked and the battles he had faced.​

Making his way through the sleek corridors of his home, Demir entered the kitchen—a space where modern design met utilitarian function. The ambient lighting illuminated the pristine surfaces, reflecting off the metallic accents that adorned the room. Opening a cabinet, he retrieved a packet labeled "Noodles Hut: Battery Noodles," a staple in his diet. These pre-made noodles, infused with energy-rich compounds, provided the sustenance his cybernetic body required.​

He placed the packet into the microwave, the device whirring softly as it heated the contents. Moments later, a chime signaled completion. Demir retrieved the steaming container, the aroma of synthetic spices wafting through the air.Grabbing a pair of chopsticks, he settled at the kitchen island, the cool surface contrasting with the warmth of the meal.​

As he took his first bite, flavors burst forth—a harmonious blend of savory and tangy notes, reminiscent of meals from a time long past. A contented sound escaped him: "Mmmmm, I'll never get over the taste of battery noodles." The act of eating, though routine, offered a semblance of normalcy, a brief respite from the relentless drive that propelled him forward.​

With the meal concluded, Demir disposed of the container, his movements precise and efficient. He paused momentarily, collecting his thoughts, before proceeding to the exit. Tonight, under the cover of darkness, he would continue his quest to master flight—a pursuit born of necessity, ambition, and the unyielding desire to rise above the constraints of his world.​

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the snow-covered landscape, Demir prepared for his nightly ritual. Stepping out of his futuristic abode—a marvel of compact engineering—he pressed a concealed button on its exterior. In response, the structure shimmered briefly before collapsing into a compact cube, which he secured to his pocket. The transformation was seamless, a testament to the advanced technology at his disposal.​

The cold night air greeted him, crisp and invigorating. Each step he took left a distinct imprint in the fresh snow, the crunching sound echoing softly in the stillness. His destination loomed ahead: the abandoned skyscraper, a relic of a bygone era, now standing as a solitary sentinel amidst the desolation. The journey was brief, taking only four minutes, but each moment was filled with anticipation.​

Upon reaching the base of the skyscraper, Demir paused. He extended his hand, and the triangular symbol of the Absolute Solver materialized on his palm, its intricate design pulsating with a soft, ethereal glow. Simultaneously, his visor adjusted, one of his digital red eyes replaced by the same symbol, signifying the activation of his enhanced abilities.​

Harnessing the telekinetic powers granted by the Absolute Solver, Demir ascended swiftly. The world below became a blur as he soared upward, the wind rushing past him. Within moments, he reached the summit of the skyscraper, landing gracefully atop its weathered roof. From this vantage point, the expanse of the snow-covered terrain stretched endlessly, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon.​

Here, at this elevated perch, Demir stood poised between the remnants of the past and the possibilities of the future, ready to continue his quest for flight.​

Under the cloak of night, Demir stood atop the abandoned skyscraper, the city below bathed in a silvery glow from the moonlight. The cold air whispered around him, carrying the scent of snow and rust. He closed his eyes momentarily, feeling the weight of his titanium wings folded against his back.​

With deliberate motion, he extended his wings, the metal gleaming under the stars. The sharp edges caught the light, casting intricate patterns on the rooftop. He flexed them gently, the servos humming softly as he prepared for another attempt at flight.​

Opening his eyes, Demir gazed down at the ground far below. The world seemed distant, a patchwork of shadows and light. Taking a deep breath, he stepped off the edge, his body aligning into a streamlined form.​

At first, he descended slowly, the wings catching the air like a parachute. He attempted a powerful flap, and for a fleeting moment, he felt lift, ascending slightly. But the success was short-lived; subsequent flaps yielded no elevation. Gravity reclaimed him, and he touched down gently on the snow-covered ground, the impact cushioned by the soft terrain.​

Standing amidst the quiet, Demir reflected on the experience. The brief ascent was a testament to his progress, a hint of the potential that lay within his fusion of technology and determination.

Under the cloak of night, Demir stood at the base of the snow-covered, abandoned skyscraper, its towering silhouette piercing the star-strewn sky. The frigid air whispered around him, carrying with it the scent of rust and decay. Activating the Absolute Solver, a triangular symbol materialized on his palm, pulsating with an otherworldly glow. Simultaneously, his visor adjusted, one of his digital red eyes replaced by the same symbol, signifying the activation of his enhanced abilities.​

Harnessing the telekinetic powers granted by the Absolute Solver, Demir ascended swiftly. The world below became a blur as he soared upward, the wind rushing past him. Within seven seconds, he reached the summit of the skyscraper, landing gracefully atop its weathered roof. From this vantage point, the expanse of the snow-covered terrain stretched endlessly, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon.​

Here, at this elevated perch, Demir stood poised between the remnants of the past and the possibilities of the future, ready to continue his quest for flight.​

Under the pale glow of the moon, Demir stood atop the snow-dusted skyscraper, his titanium wings folded neatly against his back. The cold wind whispered around him, carrying with it the silence of the desolate city. He had been here before, countless times, each attempt at flight ending in a gentle descent rather than the soaring ascent he yearned for.​

Determined, he prepared for his twentieth attempt. With a deep breath, he extended his wings, their sharp edges catching the moonlight. He flexed them, feeling the familiar resistance of the air. Without hesitation, he stepped off the edge, his body aligning into a streamlined form.​

At first, it felt like all the previous attempts—a slow glide downward, the air cushioning his fall. But then, something changed. As he flapped his wings, he felt a surge of lift, his body ascending rather than descending. He was flying.​

A mix of exhilaration and disbelief washed over him. He had done it. He had achieved flight. Eager to test his newfound ability, he attempted to turn right. The maneuver was awkward, his body resisting the change in direction, but he managed it. It felt foreign, like learning to walk all over again.​

Despite the awkwardness, a smile crept onto his face. He was flying, and with time, he would master it. The sky was no longer the limit—it was his new domain.

Deciding to test his control further, Demir ceased flapping, allowing gravity to take hold. He began to descend rapidly, the wind rushing past him in a deafening roar. As the ground approached with alarming speed, he timed his next move precisely. With a powerful downward stroke, his wings flared open, catching the air and decelerating his fall. The sudden resistance sent a jolt through his frame, but he maintained composure, guiding himself to a controlled landing.​

The snow beneath his boots compressed with a satisfying crunch, the cold seeping through but failing to dampen his exhilaration. He stood still for a moment, catching his breath, the silence of the night enveloping him. Above, the moon hung low, its luminous rings casting a gentle glow over the landscape. The stars twinkled in silent applause, witnesses to his triumph.​

Demir tilted his head upward, eyes fixed on the celestial display. A slight smile crept across his face, a rare expression of contentment. This was more than a personal victory; it was the beginning of a new chapter. The sky was no longer an unattainable dream but a realm he could explore, conquer, and call his own. With renewed purpose,

He knew this was just the start of his journey to master the art of flight.​

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Six days had passed since Demir first spread his titanium wings into the icy night sky. In that brief span, he had transformed from a fledgling flier to a master of the air. His wings—sleek, sharp, and gleaming—had become extensions of his will. He could dive with the precision of a falcon, execute razor-sharp turns, and even wield the lethal edge of his feathers as weapons. Each maneuver was a testament to his relentless dedication and the countless hours spent honing his craft.​

Now, lying on the soft snow, Demir gazed up at the starry expanse above. The cold seeped through his suit, but he barely noticed. His body ached, muscles fatigued from the intense training, but his spirit soared. He had done it. He had mastered the art of flight in a time most would deem impossible.​

A quiet smile tugged at the corners of his lips. The journey had been grueling, filled with moments of doubt and frustration. But each challenge had forged him anew, sharpening his resolve and deepening his understanding of his own limits. He had not only learned to fly; he had transformed himself.​

As he lay there, the wind was whispering through the trees, echoing in the night, Demir felt a profound sense of peace. This was more than a personal victory; it was a rebirth. The sky, once an unreachable expanse, was now his domain. And this was just the beginning.​

Demir let out a heavy sigh, the sound of the cold wind swirling around him, filling the empty silence. He slowly rose from the snow, his body sore but no longer weak. The chill of the frozen world around him was nothing compared to the fire that burned in his chest—a fire that could only be quenched by one thing: vengeance. His eyes, once devoid of purpose, now carried a sharp focus, a singular determination.

The thought of K, the one responsible for his parents’ death—the one who had shattered his world—pushed him forward. He hated K more than anything, more than life itself. The rage boiled inside him like a furnace, hot and unrelenting. This wasn’t just a journey to reach Khan Doorman’s colony. This was a journey to destroy the very thing that had torn apart everything Demir had ever known.

With a deep breath, Demir reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. His fingers brushed across the screen, activating the map app. The glow of the display illuminated his face in the dark, casting a cold light over his features. As the map loaded, his heart quickened when he saw the distance.

Five miles.

Five miles stood between him and his goal. But time was something Demir no longer had the luxury of. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, every moment that ticked away was another second closer to K’s inevitable death.

Without hesitation, he clenched his fist around his phone and slammed his thumb onto the screen, selecting the coordinates to set his path. The triangular symbol of the Absolute Solver flashed on his visor, taking over the digital red eye that had always been his lens on the world. A surge of energy coursed through him as the symbol appeared in his palm, glowing a deep, ominous blue.

The air around him hummed with the power of the Absolute Solver.

He could feel it—a sudden rush of raw power as the telekinetic force enveloped him. The ground beneath his feet felt like it might shatter, but Demir pushed forward. His body responded instinctively. His muscles tensed, his heart pounded, and then—he was moving.

In an instant, he was propelled forward. The force of the telekinesis sent him soaring at an astonishing speed. 20 mph… 50 mph… 100 mph… 300 mph… The wind whipped against his face, cold and sharp like a blade, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes narrowed, his focus razor-sharp. He wasn’t going to stop until he reached his destination.

Faster, faster, faster.

The snow beneath him blurred into a white streak, and the towering, abandoned buildings of Copper-9 became mere shadows in his peripheral vision. His body was nearly a blur of motion, nothing but a streak of red and silver in the vast desolation of the dead city.

His guard was slipping.

Demir’s instincts told him to slow down, but the adrenaline coursing through him drowned out the warning. He wanted to reach Khan Doorman’s colony in record time, and nothing—nothing at all—was going to stop him.

But then—CLANK!

A sudden impact shook his body, the force of it sending him tumbling through the air. For a split second, Demir’s mind raced, trying to process what had just happened. The world seemed to slow as he spun uncontrollably, the cold wind rushing past him, making his body feel like a ragdoll.

He crashed to the ground.

The soft snow that had been his landing cushion moments before now felt like concrete beneath him. His body hit the ground with a sickening thud, the impact jarring his bones and rattling his mind. For a brief moment, everything was a blur of white and pain. He groaned as he rolled to a stop, his vision spinning. His hand instinctively reached for his visor to check if it was still functioning.

His heart pounded.

What had he hit? What had stopped him so suddenly?

Demir forced himself to sit up, the cold seeping into his suit, and scanned his surroundings, but there was nothing to see. The landscape was as barren and empty as before—no other drones, no structures, nothing out of place. The wind howled as it swept through the empty streets of Copper-9, but there was no sign of what had caused the collision.

Confusion gripped him for a moment.

He’d felt the force of impact, the way his body had been thrown off course, but now, there was nothing. He furrowed his brow, scanning every corner of the snowy wasteland, trying to make sense of it. Had it been some sort of glitch in the Absolute Solver’s power? Or had something—or someone—been in his path?

Demir's optics flickered as he scanned the desolate landscape, his sensors detecting a faint movement in the periphery. A figure slowly rose from the snow, its silhouette contrasting against the bleak backdrop of Copper-9's abandoned skyline. For a moment, Demir's circuits buzzed with anticipation, but as the figure came into clearer view, a wave of recognition washed over him.

It was another Worker Drone.

The drone stood upright, its movements deliberate yet unhurried. Its appearance was a testament to the adaptability and resilience of their kind. The drone's head was adorned with a white Qeleshe, a traditional Albanian hat, perched atop its frame. The Kosovo emblem was emblazoned on the front, a golden map of Kosovo surrounded by six white stars, symbolizing the nation's diverse ethnic groups.

Its face bore a tiny, barely-there mustache, adding a touch of human-like detail to its otherwise metallic visage. The drone's digital eyes were a gradient of blue and green, glowing softly in the dim light, giving it an almost lifelike appearance.

The drone's attire was a fusion of traditional and modern elements. It wore a Perahan, a traditional Afghan outfit consisting of a loose-fitting tunic. The Perahan was wide and loose, with sleeves that hung loosely from the arms. Over this, it wore a leather jacket, adding a rugged, utilitarian touch to its ensemble.

The drone's posture was relaxed, its stance casual. It looked at Demir plainly, its expression one of indifference, perhaps even boredom. The look screamed out laziness and tiredness, as if the drone had seen it all before and found little to excite it anymore.

Demir couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight. Here he was, a Worker Drone on a mission of vengeance, and before him stood another drone that seemed more interested in taking a nap than engaging in any heroic deeds. It was a stark reminder of the strange, often absurd world they inhabited

Demir approached cautiously, his servos whirring softly. "What are you doing here?" he inquired, his voice tinged with both curiosity and concern.​

The other drone turned slowly, its expression one of mild annoyance. "I could ask the same," it replied lazily. "I was here just sleeping, and you crash into me."​

Demir raised an eyebrow, processing the response. "Why sleep here? You have the risk of being killed by a murder drone?" he asked, his tone reflecting genuine concern.​

The drone let out a mechanical yawn, its posture unchanging. "I was out on my usual stroll and felt sleepy," it explained. "Now stop interrogating me; answering questions is too much work."​

Demir stood silently for a moment, processing the encounter. In a world devoid of life, it was rare to come across another worker drone, let alone one so... indifferent

Demir's optics flickered as he processed the unexpected encounter. The snow-covered landscape of Copper-9 was desolate, and the sudden appearance of another worker drone was both surprising and intriguing. He took a cautious step forward, his servos whirring softly.​

"Wait!" Demir called out, his voice steady but tinged with curiosity. "What's your name?"​

The other drone turned slowly, his movements unhurried. His digital eyes, a gradient of blue and green, glowed softly beneath the brim of his white qeleshe—a traditional Albanian cap, symbolizing cultural heritage. The drone's attire was equally distinctive: a perahan tunban, the traditional Afghan ensemble, layered with a worn leather jacket. The combination of cultural garments hinted at a rich, albeit enigmatic, background.​

"Erion," he replied bluntly, his tone as relaxed as his posture. He adjusted his qeleshe slightly, the Kosovo emblem catching the faint light. "What's your name?"​

"Demir," he responded plainly, his voice devoid of inflection.

Erion gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable. The two stood in silence for a moment, the only sounds being the distant hum of dormant machinery and the soft crunch of snow beneath their feet.​

The encounter was brief, but in the barren expanse of Copper-9, even the simplest interactions held weight. Demir couldn't help but feel a flicker of connection, however fleeting, with this fellow drone.​

Breaking the silence, Demir asked bluntly, "So, um, why are you here?"​

Erion shrugged lazily. "Oh, I'm out for a walk," he said in a monotone voice. "And you?"​

Demir looked at Erion, his voice filled with determination. "I'm out and about to achieve my massive goal."​

Erion blinked, his expression blank. "Man, that sounds like a hassle," he said, yawning. "My dream is to find the most effective way to get the most sleep."​

"Really? I never knew," Demir replied sarcastically, but it was clear that Erion didn't catch the sarcasm.​

The two drones stood there, the stark contrast between Demir's driven nature and Erion's laid-back demeanor highlighting the diverse ways in which individuals coped with the desolation of Copper-9.​

Demir adjusted his stance, the cold winds of Copper-9 brushing against his chassis. He turned to Erion, the laid-back worker drone who had become an unexpected companion.​

"Hey," Demir began, his voice steady, "I have a suggestion. Can you tell me anything odd that happens around here? In return, I'll pay you."

Erion blinked, his digital eyes reflecting a gradient of blue and green. He seemed to process the request slowly, his expression unreadable.​

"Okay," Erion replied, his tone as monotone as ever. He held out his device, displaying a contact number.​

Demir took out his own device, inputting the number into his contacts. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement at Erion's nonchalant demeanor.​

"Can you take me back home? Walking is tiring," Erion said, his voice carrying a hint of weariness.​

Demir raised an eyebrow. "Sure. I assume you live in Khan's colony?"​

"Yeah," Erion confirmed plainly.​

"Then get on my back," Demir instructed.​

Erion complied, climbing onto Demir's back with minimal effort. Demir activated the Absolute Solver, the triangular symbol manifesting in his digital eye and palm. Utilizing its telekinetic abilities, he propelled them forward at an astonishing speed, the desolate landscape of Copper-9 blurring past them.​

After approximately 30 seconds, they arrived at the imposing gates of Khan's colony. The massive doors stood as a testament to the colony's resilience amidst the chaos of their world.​

Erion dismounted, turning to face Demir. "Thank you," he said simply. He approached the humungous titanium door, knocking with a measured rhythm.​

Demir watched for a moment before turning away, his thoughts consumed by his mission. Each step brought him closer to his goal, closer to confronting K.

The path ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but Demir's resolve remained unshaken.​

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The faint echoes of a long-lost world were carried by the wind as it whispered across the desolate expanse of Copper-9. On the snow-covered ground, Demir sat by himself, his metal body half-buried in the frozen blanket.

He stood still for twenty minutes, staring at the far horizon where the glimmering rings and the remains of the moon threw a faint glow on the pale sky. The only sounds to break the deep silence were the distant hum of machinery that was dormant beneath the surface and the occasional creak of settling ice.

Demir shook off his trance, the biting wind of Copper-9 slapping his metalframe. He ruffled his head, shaking off the lingering thoughts that had caughthim. Rising up, he resumed his normalposture: hands in pockets, rolled shoulders, and splayed feet in a duck-footed stance.

He began walking, each step crunching lightly on the ground. There was nothing in the desolate terrain for miles around. Even a few tentative loops, and Demir complained under his breath, "Man, I'm so bored."

A flash of memory was kindled in his mind. He rummaged through his bag and took out a little ball—a memory of better times. A faint smile played on his lips as he allowed the ball to drop onto the snow and began kicking it gently, watching it bounce and roll. With a playful shove, he kicked it hard into a nearby dead, leafless tree. The ball struck the trunk with a resounding SLAM! before bouncing back to hit the ground near his black, fluffy boots.

Curious, Demir chose to try it out. He activated the Absolute Solver, the triangular symbol illuminating one of his digital red eyes and hovering above his palm. With its telekinetic power, he kicked his foot to kick the ball at a mind-boggling speed of 500 mph. The ball shot forward, shattering the tree on impact and bouncing off another before shooting back towards him.

Before he could answer, the ball struck him squarely in the face. "OW! AAHH! FUCK!" he screamed, reeling back as the hard object left a clear dent on his metal face.

Rubbing his face, Demir couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected sequence of events. Even in the midst of Copper-9's bleakness, humor had its way through.

Demir continued to amuse himself with his ball, the soft thuds echoing in the desolate terrain. Suddenly, his sensors picked up a movement far off. Narrowing his digital eyes, he discerned a figure—a Murder Drone, male gender, with neatly combed black hair, glasses perched on the tip of his nose, and an impeccably tailored suit that reeked of sophistication.

Inquisitive, Demir decided to investigate. He snuck up behind the Murder Drone under stealth protocols. Within range, he deliberately smashed a worn-out blue car nearby, emitting a shrill metallic shriek. 

The Murder Drone turned around, his eyes locking onto Demir. He adjusted his glasses with a gloved hand and spoke to Demir in a refined tone, "Ah, it appears I have my repast today."

Demir's eyebrow rose, his voice dry, "What with the fancy language?"

The face of the Murder Drone twisted in contempt. "Pray, this discourse is wholly ordinary, thou faced beast of disheveled appearance!" he snarled, preparing to attack.

Demir braced himself, the mark of the Absolute Solver flashing to life as he steeled himself for the impending fight.

The loquacious Murder Drone's arm transformed smoothly into an aerodynamic RPG launcher, its shiny surface gleaming with malice. With the icy calculation of a smile, he fired a high-speed missile directly at Demir. Anticipating the attack, Demir activated the Absolute Solver, his digital red eye shining as he executed a swift sidestep, narrowly evading the explosive missile.

Without a moment's hesitation, Demir called upon the Absolute Solver's telekinetic abilities, lifting a nearby decrepit car off the ground. With a wild gesture, he hurled it at the Murder Drone. With uncanny agility, the Murder Drone performed a smooth backflip, narrowly evading the incoming vehicle. Mid-air, his RPG arm changed into a sleek AK-47, and when he landed, he quickly unleashed a burst of bullets Demir's way.

Demir responded with a series of diagonal evasions, his movements a blur as he avoided most of the projectiles.
Some of the bullets did graze his face, however, leaving superficial gashes in his metallic skin. He paused briefly, his face impassive.

"Is that the best you can do?" Demir said coldly, his voice emotionless.

The Murder Drone's eyes narrowed, his composed demeanor cracking. "It isn't!" he retorted, a hint of irritation seeping into his tone. His AK-47 began to change once more, signaling the escalation of their fight.

The fashionable Murder Drone's AK-47 arm sparkled briefly before seamlessly morphing into a cluster of razor-sharp titanium claws, each blade glinting with lethal precision. In a flash of velocity, he stretched his sleek, obsidian wings and plunged toward Demir, his claws outstretched at his enemy's visor.

Caught off guard by the swift assault, Demir's reaction was a fraction too slow. The Murder Drone's claws pierced through his visor, sending a cascade of sparks as they tore into his facial plating. A muted groan escaped Demir as he staggered backward, the pain sensors in his system flaring.

Instinctively, Demir retaliated with a powerful kick, his boot connecting squarely with the Murder Drone's head. The force of the blow sent the attacker stumbling back, his wings fluttering to regain balance.

As the Murder Drone steadied himself, he observed with a mix of curiosity and irritation as the damage to Demir's visor began to mend itself. The Absolute Solver's regenerative capabilities activated, the fractured metal and circuitry knitting back together with an ethereal glow.

"Remarkable," the Murder Drone remarked, his tone laced with disdain. "Yet, rejuvenation shall not safeguard you from the impending onslaught that lies ahead."

Demir narrowed his eyes, the symbol of the Absolute Solver flickering, replacing one of his digital red eyes ominously. "Then let's see what you've got," he replied, his voice cold and resolute.

The two adversaries stood poised, the frozen wasteland around them silent in anticipation of their next clash

Demir harnessed the Absolute Solver's telekinetic prowess, propelling himself toward the eloquent Murder Drone with blinding speed. As he closed the distance, he concentrated the Solver's immense energy into his fist, the triangular symbol glowing ominously over his eye and hand. With a thunderous SLAM!, Demir's punch tore through the Murder Drone's abdomen, sending him hurtling backward until he collided with a tree, the impact splintering the trunk.

Despite the devastating blow, the Murder Drone's advanced regenerative capabilities, initiated immediate repairs, sealing the gaping wound in his torso. However, Demir allowed no respite.He surged forward once more, relentless in his assault. Reaching the recovering adversary, Demir's hands became instruments of destruction, rending the chest plating apart to expose the core—the fleshy, squid-like heart that housed the drone's essence.

With a final, decisive act, Demir grasped the pulsating core and, summoning all his strength, crushed it within his grasp. The Murder Drone's body convulsed briefly before succumbing to stillness, the life extinguished from his form.

Demir stood over the lifeless shell, the snow around them stained with oil and remnants of the battle. The Absolute Solver's symbol dimmed, its energy momentarily sated. Yet, within Demir, a storm of thoughts brewed, the victory offering little solace in the desolate expanse of Copper 9.

Demir stood over the lifeless shell of the elegant Murder Drone, his expression unreadable. The snow around them was stained with oil and scattered debris, remnants of their fierce battle. He muttered, "Good riddance," his voice carrying a mix of relief and lingering tension.

His gaze lingered on the fallen adversary. "You've taken countless lives, disrupted so much... Justice has finally caught up to you," he added, a sigh escaping his mouth as he turned away.

Suddenly, the sharp buzz of his phone broke the silence. Reaching into his pocket, Demir retrieved the device and glanced at the screen: Erion was calling.

He answered, his tone as monotone as ever, "Hey, Erion. What's going on?"

Erion's voice came through, uncharacteristically panicked, "There's a Murder Drone in the colony! It's attacking everyone!"

Demir's eyes narrowed, his grip on the phone tightening. "Understood. I'm on my way," he replied, already turning back towards the colony, the weight of impending confrontation settling over him.

As he turned away, a sudden vibration in his pocket drew his attention. Retrieving his phone, he noticed a new message from Erion. Opening it, his eyes widened as he recognized the image: K. The name sent a chill down his spine. K—the same Murder Drone responsible for his parents' deaths. The one who had haunted his nightmares, whose image was etched into his memory: long white hair styled into a mullet, a pristine suit, and that unmistakable red cape.

Without hesitation, Demir pocketed his phone and activated the Absolute Solver. Harnessing its telekinetic power, he propelled himself toward the colony's main gate, accelerating rapidly: 100 mph... 200... 300. With a resounding BANG!, he crashed through the massive doors, entering the colony.

Inside, the scene was harrowing. Lifeless bodies of his fellow Worker Drones lay scattered, victims of a merciless assault.The inner doors stood ajar, a silent testament to the chaos within. Determined, Demir surged forward, the Absolute Solver's energy coursing through him as he navigated the corridors, seeking the source of the carnage.

Demir navigated the devastated colony, his sensors scanning the surroundings for any signs of life. The once-thriving corridors were now silent, echoing with the remnants of chaos. As he turned a corner, his gaze fell upon a large, partially damaged sign that read "SCHOOL." The doors hung ajar, and a trail of oil led inside.

Steeling himself, Demir stepped into the school. The interior was a scene of horror: oil splattered across walls and lockers, the air thick with the scent of metal and decay. Amidst the carnage stood K, the infamous Murder Drone, casually siphoning oil from a fallen Worker Drone. His long white hair, styled into a mullet, flowed behind him, and his pristine suit and iconic red cape remained untouched by the surrounding destruction.

A surge of rage coursed through Demir. Activating the Absolute Solver, he propelled himself forward at 300 mph, aiming directly at K. With a resounding CLANK!, he collided with the Murder Drone, sending them both crashing into a row of lockers.

K rose slowly, brushing off his suit with an air of nonchalance. He turned to face Demir, a smirk is plastered on his face.

"Well, well, well," K drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. "Look what we have here—a puny Worker Drone who thinks he can challenge me."

Demir met K's gaze with a glare that could freeze circuits, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and determination.

"I’ll fucking kill you," Demir stated coldly, his voice steady despite the storm raging within.

K chuckled, unfazed. "Oh, I do love it when they think they stand a chance."

The tension between them crackled like static, the air thick with anticipation as two formidable forces prepared to clash.

Demir's fury ignited like a supernova. His voice, raw with anguish, echoed through the desolate corridors:

"YOU WILL PAY FOR RUINING THOUSANDS OF LIVES AND FOR KILLING MY PARENTS!"

K turned slowly, a smirk playing on his lips, eyes gleaming with mockery.

"Wow, a revenge arc because of me? How flattering—I'm going to blush!" he taunted, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Without hesitation, Demir activated the Absolute Solver. Energy surged through him as he lunged forward, condensing telekinetic and null energy into his fist. He aimed a devastating punch at K's face.

But K was ready. With uncanny speed, he caught Demir's fist mid-air, the force causing a shockwave that rattled the nearby lockers. Twisting Demir's arm, K slammed him into the ground, the impact cracking the floor beneath.

Demir's instincts kicked in. Using the momentum, he executed a swift headstand and propelled his legs upward, delivering a surprise kick to K's chin. The unexpected move caught K off guard, causing him to stagger back slightly.

Seizing the moment, Demir rolled to his feet, his eyes burning with determination. The battle had just begun, and he was ready to give it everything he had.

Demir landed with a resonant thud on the wooden tiles of the dilapidated school corridor. The once vibrant educational facility now stood as some haunted relic, its walls adorned with faded posters. Activating the Absolute Solver, Demir's form blurred, dashing around K in a mesmerising orbit, each movement leaving behind a trail of crimson light.

K's smirk remained, eyes tracking Demir's movements with predatory precision. He waited, calculating, until—

SLASH!

In a flash, K's arm transformed into a gleaming blade, slicing through the air and severing Demir's right arm. A burst of sparks erupted as synthetic flesh met cold steel.

"AARGH!" Demir's scream echoed through the empty halls, but before he could react, another swift motion from K detached his left arm.

"You're now useless without your hands to wield that Absolute Solver," K taunted, his voice a low rasp filled with mockery. He lunged forward, aiming to finish the job.

Gritting his teeth, Demir focused his energy, channeling the Absolute Solver's regenerative capabilities. His right shoulder shimmered, synthetic tissues weaving together rapidly.

POP! A new arm sprouted, followed shortly by the left. Demir's eyes glowed brighter, the triangular symbol of the Absolute Solver replacing his right iris, and a holographic emblem hovered above his palm.

Summoning a concentrated sphere labeled [NULL], pulsating with a sinister red aura, Demir hurled it towards K. K narrowly evaded, the sphere grazing his side and leaving a trail of distortion in its wake.

Seizing the moment, Demir lunged, and the two clashed in a flurry of blows. Fists met blades, energy pulses collided, and the very ground beneath them trembled. Each strike was a testament to their prowess, a dance of destruction that blurred the lines between hero and villain.

The dilapidated school corridor echoed with the sounds of clashing metal and bursts of energy. Demir and K were locked in a relentless battle, each driven by opposing purposes. Demir, fueled by vengeance and justice; K, by chaos and domination.

Demir launched a swift roundhouse kick aimed at K's hip. The impact sent K skidding across the icy floor, crashing into a row of lockers with a resounding clang. Before Demir could capitalize on the advantage, K recovered with uncanny agility, appearing behind Demir in a blink. A forceful push-kick to Demir's back sent him sprawling to his knees.

K seized the moment, pinning Demir to the ground. His fingers, sharp and cold, began to scrape against Demir's jacket-clad chest, producing sparks and the screech of tearing fabric.

"Looks like this is the end for the boy who overestimated himself," K sneered, his grin twisted with sadistic pleasure.

Panic surged through Demir. His vision blurred, and memories flooded his mind.

Flashback: Six Years Ago

An 11-year-old Demir stood in a warm, sunlit kitchen, holding up a test paper with a proud smile.

"Sınavımdan A+ aldım!" (I got an A+ on my test) he exclaimed.

His mother beamed, gently patting his head.

"Tebrikler!" (Well done!) she replied warmly.

The memory faded, replaced by the cold reality of the present. Demir's thoughts raced.

Am I really going to die here? I don't want to die!

Suddenly, a surge of energy enveloped him. The world around him distorted, and with a GLITCH!, Demir found himself 10 meters away from K, both of them momentarily stunned.

How did I teleport? I've never done that before!

Realization dawned on Demir. Perhaps the Absolute Solver unlocks new abilities when I'm on the brink of death.

He rose to his feet, determination burning in his eyes.

"You thought you could kill me like that!" Demir shouted defiantly.

Certainly! Let’s enhance and elaborate on your scene, incorporating vivid descriptions, dynamic pacing, and deeper character emotions to intensify the confrontation between Demir and K:

The cold, dimly lit corridor of Khan’s colony school bore the scars of battle—scorched walls, shattered lockers, and the lingering scent of burnt metal. Demir stood, his frame tense, digital tears of rage streaming down his cheeks.

K, his expression twisted with disdain, sneered, “You’re only delaying your own death.”

He took a menacing step forward, his voice dripping with malice.

“Unlike you, your parents died easily!” He yelled.

Demir’s fists clenched, the Absolute Solver’s energy pulsating around him. His voice, a mix of anguish and fury, echoed through the corridor.

“SHUT UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THEM! YOU’RE JUST A MINDLESS MURDER MACHINE!”

In a blink, Demir vanished, reappearing mid-air before K, delivering a powerful dropkick to his chest. The impact sent K crashing onto the wooden tiles, the floorboards groaning under the force.

Seizing the moment, Demir teleported to the ceiling, silently removing a panel. From his back, the Solver’s apparatus extended—long tubes culminating in a sophisticated camera. Aiming it downward, he projected a swarm of 40 realistic holograms of himself, each mirroring his stance and intensity.

K, momentarily disoriented, lashed out, striking holograms that dissipated upon contact. Amidst the chaos, the real Demir descended from above, his fist charged with energy, delivering a devastating punch to K. The force propelled K through the wall, debris flying, as he was hurled into the snowy expanse of Copper-9.

Without hesitation, Demir pursued, the cold wind whipping around him, the battle far from over.

The icy winds of Copper-9 howled across the barren, snow-covered landscape as Demir pursued K into the desolate expanse. The sky above was a canvas of swirling gray clouds, casting a somber hue over the frozen terrain.

K rose from the snow, his form unscathed, eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and disdain. Demir, undeterred, activated the titanium wings he had salvaged from Serial Designation S. With a metallic hiss, the wings unfurled, catching the wind as he ascended into the air.

K responded in kind, his own wings extending with a fluid motion. The two figures took to the skies, becoming blurs against the stormy backdrop. They clashed mid-air, exchanging a relentless barrage of blades and fists. Each strike was a testament to their prowess, the air around them crackling with energy.

"You're honestly so pathetic— going through all of this just to fight me."

His smirk was infuriating, each word dripping with condescension as he launched another attack with his blade- arm.

” Shut up."

His voice was cold, devoid of emotion, as he countered with energy- dense punches, each one resonating with the power of the Absolute Solver.

Their movements were so rapid, so intense, that they created sonic booms with each pass, the deafening sounds echoing across the wasteland. Despite the cacophony, neither combatant relented.

Suddenly, K delivered a swift kick to Demir's face, sending him hurtling towards the snow-covered ground. He crashed into the earth, creating a crater upon impact. Snow and debris filled the air, but within moments, Demir emerged, his resolve unshaken.

He stood tall, wings still extended, eyes locked onto K as he prepared for the next assault. The battle was far from over, and Demir was ready to see it through to the end.

Without warning, K’s blade-arm morphed into a sleek, matte-black AK-47, its surface adorned with glowing red runes pulsing ominously. With a smirk, he leveled the weapon at Demir and fired three rounds in rapid succession.

”Yup.” Demir said—unfazed.

Demir stood his ground, eyes narrowing as the bullets hurtled toward him. With lightning-fast reflexes, he caught each projectile between his fingers, the metal sizzling against his energy-charged skin.

"Usual pathetic guns to try to weaken me— I've seen it all." He said in his usual cold tone.

He clenched one of the bullets tightly, channeling the Absolute Solver's energy into it. The bullet glowed with an intense crimson light, vibrating with power. With a swift motion, Demir hurled it back at K.

The bullet streaked through the air at an astonishing speed, leaving a trail of red energy in its wake. It struck K's arms with explosive force, piercing through both limbs and sending shards of metal and energy flying. K screamed in agony, the weapon disintegrating as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his mangled arms.

Demir approached, his expression cold and unyielding. The snow around them was stained with the aftermath of their clash, a stark contrast to the pristine white landscape. The battle was far from over, but the tide had shifted.

The icy winds of Copper-9 howled across the barren, snow-covered landscape as Demir stood over K, who lay sprawled in the snow, his form battered and broken. Demir's digital eyes glowed with a cold intensity, their crimson hue reflecting the suppressed fury within.

"Not so cocky now, huh?"

His voice was devoid of emotion, a stark contrast to the storm raging within him. K, despite his injuries, managed a smirk, his eyes gleaming with defiance.

“Tricked ya!" K says in a frolicsome tone

Suddenly, K's arms began to heal at an alarming rate, the torn metal and synthetic flesh knitting together seamlessly.In a swift motion, he lunged at Demir, aiming for his chest. But Demir anticipated the move, sidestepping gracefully, allowing K's momentum to carry him forward.

Without missing a beat, Demir retaliated, launching a series of precise punches. K countered with equal ferocity, their blows creating shockwaves that sent snow and debris flying. The two combatants moved with such speed and precision that they became blurs against the desolate backdrop, their forms barely discernible.

Each strike was a testament to their prowess, their determination unwavering. Demir's mind raced, analyzing K's movements, searching for a weakness. K, in turn, adapted to Demir's tactics, his smirk never faltering.

The battle raged on, neither gaining the upper hand, their strengths and skills evenly matched. The desolate landscape bore witness to their clash, the snow stained with the marks of their confrontation.

As they continued to exchange blows, it became clear that this was more than just a physical battle—it was a clash of ideologies, of pasts, of destinies intertwined. And in this frozen wasteland, only one would emerge victorious.

The desolate expanse of Copper-9 stretched endlessly, its icy winds howling like the cries of lost souls. Snowflakes danced erratically, disturbed by the shockwaves emanating from the two combatants locked in a relentless duel.

Demir and K moved with blinding speed, their forms mere blurs against the monochromatic backdrop. Each punch, each kick, was executed with precision, a deadly ballet of strength and skill. The ground beneath them bore the scars of their battle—craters, scorch marks, and shattered remnants of the once-pristine landscape.

K's grin widened, revealing a twisted delight.

"I can't wait to rip you apart and drink your oil! I'm sooo hungry!"

His voice dripped with sadistic glee, eyes gleaming with a hunger that went beyond the physical.

Demir's expression remained stoic, his digital eyes glowing with a cold intensity.

“That's if you can kill me."

His tone was devoid of emotion, a stark contrast to the fury burning within.

K chuckled, the sound echoing eerily across the frozen wasteland.

“You're confident! I like that!"

Their fists met once more, the impact sending shockwaves that cracked the ice beneath them. The air was thick with tension, each movement a testament to their determination and the high stakes of their battle.

As they continued their fierce exchange, it became clear that this was more than just a physical confrontation—it was a clash of wills, of ideologies, of pasts that refused to stay buried. In the heart of the storm, amidst the chaos and destruction, only one would emerge victorious.

The Copper-9 winds were cold as ice, and they blew through the snow-white wasteland, carrying the echoes of a fierce battle. Demir and K faced each other, their bodies a blur as they exchanged a blazing exchange of blows. Each blow was calculated, delivered with precision—a ritual of death between two giants.
K's grin widened, his face twisted in fiendish delight.

This is the first time I'm hyped up my whole life!" He slouched forward, his voice thick with venom.

 "Your parents died a pitiful death, like always." He went on, his face stiffening into a sulky pout

The words hit Demir like a sledgehammer. His electronic eyes flared with a hot passion, and an anger surge ran through his circuits.

"SHUT THE F*CK UP!" He roared, his words echoing out across the frozen terrain.

"THEY WERE THE BEST PEOPLE EVER! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO CALL THEM PATHETIC?"

Seething with rage, Demir unleashed a blizzard of tremendous punches, every one of them driven by pain and loss, and the thirst for justice. K staggered under the onslaught, his smile faltering as he struggled to keep up.

The battle raged hard, the air thick with strength as the two combatants struggled in the ice and snow. Their meeting was not a matter of body only—it was a clash of morals, a struggle between cruelty and vengeance, justice and anarchy.

Through swirling snow that concealed the world outside, Demir and K continued fighting, each determined to emerge the victor regardless of the cost.

The frosty plain of Copper-9 witnessed Demir and K's unforgiving struggle. They locked bodies in exchanging a sequence of rapid, deliberate punches, every punch resonating with the intensity of their faith.

Amidst the chaos, Demir's mind whirled, looking for a secret weapon.

The only way I can emerge victorious in this fight is if I perform something unusual, Demir thought, dodging a sharp jab from K. What is unusual, though?

He recalled the movements of maneuver warfare—depending on movement and surprise to catch the better-armed enemy off balance. Perhaps a decoy, a sudden shift in tactics, could unsettle K.
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As K unleashed another salvo, Demir feigned stumbling, drawing K forward. During the brief moment, Demir employed his teleportation, vanishing from K's sight.

Stepping out from behind K, Demir delivered a good solid punch, leaving him stumbling. The unexpected action disrupted K's timing, offering Demir a short moment of ascendancy.

Maintaining the tenants of surprise and improvisation, Demir was always a master of variation, alternating between strategies continuously. Unpredictability was his most potent tool in this deadly dance.

The frozen expanse of Copper-9 silent witness to Demir and K's implacable struggle. The two bodies blurred as they exchanged a flurry of quick, calculated blows, each one ringing out with the force of their convictions.

Then Demir vanished and reappeared behind K a second later, only to disappear again before K could react. He began teleporting with growing speed, his movements crazed and unpredictable, leaving behind afterimages that shot around K like spectres.

"Stop teleporting everywhere! No fun!" K's voice was lighthearted, but his eyes betrayed a hint of irritation.

"What happened to you? I had a dream that you killed my parents, and you were so serious." Demir's voice was icy, each word oozing with suppressed rage.

“What happened to me? I lost interest in scaring my victims. I wanna have fun!" K's defiant voice echoed across the frozen tundra.

Demir recommenced his teleportation assault, every re-materialization being followed by a swift strike or a feint, making K keep on his toes. The battlefield was a maelstrom of motion, the snow around them being whipped up by the sheer ferocity of their combat.

As the battle raged on, Demir's mind was lucid, monitoring K's reactions, biding his time for the perfect moment to strike the final blow. The two of them danced in a random pattern, each move bringing them closer to the finale of their lethal encounter.

The frigid, snowy wasteland of Copper-9 stretched out forever, the frozen winds howling through the desolate emptiness. Demir and K fought on in this frozen wasteland, a savage, high-stakes battle.

Demir's head spun as he teleported on in a whirl of velocity, his attacks designed to disorient and perplex his foe. Each backstroke was a planned attack, a feint, or a parry, leaving K off balance. Demir realized, however, that speed and randomness were not enough to conquer K.

In that moment of clarity, Demir's response was given. Demir focused the entire energy of the Absolute Solver into his right fist, the energy blazing in him like a tidal wave. With a swift, determined movement, Demir teleported squarely in front of K and released a crushing fist into K's stomach.

The impact was apocalyptic. A ringing SLAM boomed across the snowy wasteland as K was knocked backward, his body caroming through the snow in colossal impact. But K's instincts asserted themselves. In the blink of an eye, his hand became a scimitar-sharp blade, and in a fluid motion, he sliced Demir's extended hand off at the wrist.

Demir fell back, a silent groan escaping his lips as pain coursed through his body. He fought back the pain, however, focusing on the battle before him. Filled with an unexpected surge of energy, he pushed out the arm with the missing arm, and the regenerative abilities of the Absolute Solver started working, His severed hand started reforming rapidly, nanotechnology stitching flesh and bone back together at tremendous speed. The Absolute Solver's healing powers symbol glowed above his palm, emitting otherworldly red light.

Without hesitation, Demir summoned three Null Balls, their black energy snapping menacingly. He hurled them at K with pinpoint accuracy, each shot at 90 mph. K was fast, his body twisting and contorting as he dodged each attack with unnatural agility.

As K descended slowly, his eyes met Demir's, and a silent comprehension glared between them. The bantering mood faded from K's face, replaced by a cold calculating ferocity. It was clear: the fight had become more serious, and now both combatants were fully committed to their dance of death.

K advanced, his countenance no longer a smile but a determined scowl graven on his face. His propulsion systems screamed to life as he charged towards Demir at breakneck velocity.

Demir fought back by invoking a salvo of Null Balls, their black energy pulsing ominously. He unleashed them at K, each ball hurtling through the air with lethal intent.

But K was not to be discouraged. With a speed that seemed almost preternatural, he spun sidewise, avoiding the blow. One of the Null Balls zipped past close to him, but K's blade-arm glowed with a fierce light, cutting through it in two and releasing its energy harmlessly.

Slicing the air between them in an instant, K pinned Demir's right arm. His blade-arm shifted effortlessly, cutting through Demir's arm with calculating coldness. The cut hand struck the snow, its metal fingers twitching.

Demir winced, pain radiating through his wiring. He attempted to counterattack, summoning another Null Ball with his left hand. But K would not give up. He ascended higher and higher, circling Demir like a predator stalking prey.

As Demir's right hand healed, nanobots stitching together metal and synthetic flesh in synchrony, K's blade-arm changed once more—this time into a fusion AK-47. He sent a hail of bullets, unconcerned, each one a death threat.

Demir's systems ran full of warnings as he vaulted over the hail, each bullet centimeters away from its targeted mark. An air of tension hung about him, the duet of gunshots echoing above the frozen expanse.

The battle had escalated to a degree beyond what both had anticipated. Both combatants were now totally committed, their skills and resolve pushed to the limit.

The night sky over Copper-9 was a canvas of deep jet black with scattered, faraway stars glinting like ice diamonds. There was tension in the air as Demir and K faced one another, their shapes silhouetted against the otherworldly glow of the planet's dual moons.

Demir's digital red eyes hardened, reflecting an icy, impenetrable resolve. His warmth was now a thing of the past; now, a seventeen year old tempered in sorrow and retribution stood there. His wings made of titanium opened with a sound of steel on steel, every sharp clawed feather shimmering in moonlight.

K loomed above him, wings beating steadily, pacing Demir as a predator rounds his quarry. His usual boisterous attitude was gone, and in its place was resolute purpose.

Demir leaped up suddenly, his wings propelling him upwards in a mighty burst. He channeled the power of the Absolute Solver within his right leg, which flared with searing light. With precision accuracy, he kicked K in the head with immediate effect.

CLANK!

The impact echoed across the frozen ground as K was hurtled downwards, crashing into the snow with a muffled thud. The pristine surface was marred by the force of his landing.

Demir descended rapidly, landing beside K with a firm heel kick to the abdomen. K let out a muted scream, the sound muffled by the snow.

The battle had turned fierce, every punch evidence of their strength. The peaceful night had now turned into a battlefield, illuminated by the sparks from their battle.

But K was not defeated. In a swift motion, he got up, wings spread wide as he cleared space between himself and Demir. Demir attacked back by summoning three Null Discs, narrow and deadly, and hurled them at K. At first, they seemed to be off-target, but then they curved in mid-air, homing in on K.

K whirled through the air, dodging two of the discs by inches, but the third scraped against his arm, searing through his armor in scorching heat. He gritted his teeth, struggling to suppress the pain as he refocused on Demir.

Both fighters paused, their eyes locking, each of them driven by an indomitable will to win. The battle had moved beyond physical combat; it was now a battle of wills, a test of determination. One would live to narrate.

The frozen wasteland of Copper-9 lay still, its snow unbroken—until now. A moment later, the tranquility was broken as Demir and K fought each other at a pace that was impossible to understand. With each step, the snow beneath them was broken, sending ice splinters into the air, proof of their incredible might.

They collided in a blur of movement, fists and feet flashing with measured timing. Every punch, every kick, calculated, driven by desperation and a refusal to lose. Their bodies merged, blurring into an indistinct shape, as they executed their lethal pas de deux.

Sonic booms with each strike, echoing across the barren landscape. Their energy displaced the air, creating shockwaves that traveled outward, churning the snow in concentric circles.

Demir's thoughts were a maelstrom of rage. Kill. Mutilate. Annihilate. The mantra echoed in his mind, compelling him to keep up the relentless assault. K, no less determined, exchanged blows with him, his own thoughts a mirror to Demir's wrath.

Their fight was not just bodily—it was a fight of ideology, of Demir’s past wounds and K’s desire to murder, to destroy. Each punch carried with it the weight of their pasts, their losses, their desires.

Their progress moved forward and the world itself arched up in slow motion, constants only the blurs of their bodies and the roar of their combat. The air itself was charged with possibility, replenished with the energy of their confrontation.

At this moment, there was nothing else. No future, no past—merely the present, defined by the never-ending exchange of blows between two giants in a battle whose victor would decide the fate of their world.

And as the battle rages, Demir and K continue with their savage exchange, their dance a blur of energy and precision. Every punch, every kick an engineered killing move, every hit a product of pure will. But in one flash of thought, K changes tactics.

K suddenly feints, his movements smooth and deadly. The switch catches Demir off guard, just enough to break the rhythm of their deadly dance. Demir is unable to respond before K sends a killer hook kick, his leg sweeping out in a perfect arc. The impact strikes Demir's leg with savage force, sending him crashing to the ground with a deafening THUD as the soft snow beneath him is unable to cushion the impact of the fall.

Demir struggles, his thoughts racing in top gear as he tries with all his might to push himself up. But K strikes faster, pinning him down into the cold, hard snow with chilling speed. K's face is twisted into a sadistic grin, his eyes gleaming with victory as he looms over Demir.

"Game over," K declares, his words weighted with a sardonic, playful tone that chills Demir's blood.

Pinioned by K, Demir's heart beats insistently against his ribcage. It can't be happening. It can't be! he manages to think wildly. His eyes turn misty as terror closes around him. I haven't achieved anything yet!

Hysterical, Demir darts around in a wild circle, seeking to escape K’s grip. His mind replays the endless hours of struggle and training. It can't be it!

His life flashes before him in a blinding haze. A torrent of memories rushes through his thoughts.

He is imagining himself to be at age twelve, standing in his messy room. Walls are painted with manga novels, and the ground is strewn with tattered pieces of artwork drawings. Demir, being coarse and young, struggles to keep the books in suspension with the telekinesis of the Absolute Solver. The forehead make digital wrinkles as the books shake and land on the floor. He can only hold them up for a few more seconds than twenty seconds. Why am I unable to do this?

The flashback reverses. Demir grows older, training with Rian in the dojo. They are both dripping with weariness, pushing their bodies to the extreme as they execute the intricate, grueling techniques of karate. And even in the midst of the challenges, Demir's systems throb with fatigue. He still struggles to perfect the forms. He’s always struggling to keep up, to be stronger. Is it all for nothing?

As the memory fades, the crushing weight of K’s pressure on his chest grows heavier. All of that training. and it’s going to end here? I’m still so weak… Demir thinks, the bitter truth cutting deeper than any blow.

The battlefield screams fade away as his thoughts are consumed by self-doubt. This never had anything to do with staying alive; this was about proving that all his training was for something. That he was not just a worker drone, that he was not a tool. But now that K's victory is all but assured, it all feels like it was for nothing. Am I… weak?

K's smile creeps across his face above him, the look of triumph clear in his eyes. Demir's eyes turn cold despite the choking weight of defeat that holds him down, a spark begins to glow in the depths of his core.

I will not die so!

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Demir's mind reeled while K's mocking grin loomed above him. The weight of defeat weighed heavy, but amidst despondency, a spark of defiance awoke within him—a defiant fire of will.

I will not die.

The notion surged through him like a shock of voltage, reviving his vitality. With renewed energy and resolve, Demir wrestled against K's hold, taking his adversary by surprise. K took one step back, staggered, and for an instant, was stunned.

K's eyes narrowed in surprise. "What.?" he breathed, shocked by the fresh resistance.

Demir didn't give him time to respond. He stepped back from him, his mind a maelstrom of numbers.

If I continue battling the way I have, I will be killed. My methods are too transparent. I need something new, something creative.

While he drifted, watching K move and the energies around them, Demir's mind ran through possibilities that numbered in the thousands. He recalled his training, the things he had learned and failed at.

Demir stood in the desolate wasteland of Copper-9, the cold biting air cutting into his skin as he confronted K. The battle had drained him, each movement a battle of will and endurance. His breathing was strained gasps, the weight of fatigue bearing down on him.

If only I didn't have to convert the power of the Absolute Solver into specific limbs per attack, he complained to himself, rage gnawing at him. That takes time, makes me predictable in my motion.

Then, a spark of insight flashed up in him.

Wait. The issue isn't the energy, but how I'm using it. By focusing the energy into a single limb, I'm creating an imbalance—effective strikes, yes, but at the cost of speed and fluidity. If only I could use the energy in an even manner throughout my whole body.

The concept was new, untested. But during this moment of desperation, it was his only option. (Tuff deku reference 🥀)

Drawing on his deep connection with the Absolute Solver, Demir began to direct its power not from a point, but all throughout his very being. He envisioned the power flowing through him as a river, coursing through all of his systems. His body became a pipe, the power mixing in harmony with his own natural flow. A deep red electric aura appeared around him, like it was hugging him.

A tide of power enveloped him, and he felt an identification of mind, body, and energy that he had never known before. His limbs felt lighter, his reflexes faster, his movements easier. The energy no longer hindered him—it enhanced him.

K's eyes sprang wide in horror at the transformation. "What. What have you done?" he demanded, a lift of uncertainty in his voice.

Demir met his gaze with coldness, with newfound confidence. "I've found the key to win against you."

With a flash of speed, Demir closed the distance between them, his movement a blur. Each blow was a symphony of strength and finesse, the energy heightening every action. K struggled to keep up, his early confidence waning.

The tide of conflict had shifted. Demir, once almost beaten, now became a force to be reckoned with, his dominance of the Absolute Solver reversing the definition of their battle.

Demir attacked K relentlessly, every strike landed with precision and intent. He danced in a blur, going faster than before, leaving behind afterimages as he moved with a red electric aura surrounding him that illuminated the battlefield which made him look as though he were more intimidating. The red aura accompanied him, creating arcs of light as he moved.

K tried to keep up, his defenses sagging beneath the barrage. He attempted to block and counter, but Demir's speed and power battered him to the ground. Each strike boomed like the sound of a thunderclap, making shockwaves in the air. 

What kind of monster is this person?! K cried in frustration in his thoughts. It's as if he jumped from level 20 to level 100 overnight!

Demir's mask was that of unyielding determination, his glare locked onto K with a ferocity that sent shivers through him. The transformation was not just physical but also psychological; Demir had shaken off his previous fetters and had emerged as a force to be reckoned with.

As the battle raged on, the terrain was scarred by the brutality of their conflict. The ground was blackened and cracked, trees were splintered, and the air itself vibrated with the power of their combat.

Both combatants were driven by an obstinate desire to win, their wills clashing as fiercely as their bodies. The conclusion of this conflict would not only determine the victor but also the fate of their world.

Demir's relentless attack had pushed K to the breaking point. With each strike by Demir fueled by the Absolute Solver's energy throughout his entire body, they were each precise blows. His red digital eyes burned with an internal flame, and a blazing electric aura circulated around him as he illuminated the battlefield.

K staggered back, attempting to block Demir's path, but Demir's increased speed and power were too great. Desperation crept into K's brain. How do I escape here?! he thought, furious with himself. Why did I let that thing get away from me?!

Seeing the desperation of continued resistance, K made up his mind in a flash. "I know this is cowardly." he grumbled to himself. With a swift kick to Demir's hip, he created a momentary opening. Seizing the opportunity, K turned his back, unfolding his titanium silver wings with ease. With a mighty sweep, he flew out of harm's way.

Demir watched K rise, his digital eyes burning with anger. "COME BACK, YOU COWARD!!!"
he shouted, his voice ringing out over the horizon. "YOU CAN'T JUST RUN AWAY FROM THIS BATTLE! I'LL FIND YOU AND I’LL KILL YOU! ILL MANGLE YOU ALIVE!”

Without hesitation, Demir activated his own wings—titanium silver, acquired from S during their fatal encounter. The Absolute Solver's energy enveloped him, and he launched into the sky with unprecedented speed. The chase had begun, a high-stakes pursuit across the night sky of Copper-9.

The earlier-grounded battle had become an air cat-and-mouse game, with Demir determined to close the distance and confront K once more. The outcome was still in doubt, but one thing was for sure: this war was far from over.

Demir's pursuit of K led them to a dark, dead woods, the lifeless trees standing like graveyard silence under the moon and it’s beautiful rings. The silence was thick with an unnatural quiet, only creaking branches swaying in the wind shattering the stillness. K landed with poise, his titanium silver wings folding neatly on his back. Demir landed as well, crashing onto the snowy ground with an amazing THUMP!

"Worst place you could've gone to hide, K," Demir's voice cut through the silence, icy and menacing. His red eyes, digital and bright, glowed with a foreboding light, reflecting the red electric aura that surrounded his body. From his back, Absolute Solver cameras protruded, their lenses scanning the space.

With a flick of his wrist, Demir hurled two massive, darkened figures back into the ground. Their bodies were amorphous, veiled in darkness, with glowing red eyes that pierced through darkness. Talons sprouted from their fingers, and their strides were fluid, bestial. With a whisper that resonated with an uncanny echo, one of the figures spoke,

"I know you're in there, K."

K, behind a gnarled tree, stood frozen. His respirations increased and became shallow, his core filled with panic. The most lethal Murder Drone the world had ever known, the one who has ruined and took so many lives—was suffering a panic attack. His vision blunted, and the world seemed to close in on him. The overwhelming weight of his failure, the incessant pursuit, and the shadow of death closing in on him overwhelmed him.

Demir's holographic apparitions circled the edges, their whispers growing, more desperate. "We see you," they hissed. "There is no place to hide." "You cannot hide."

K's hands trembled as he clung to the tree, struggling to remain standing. His mind raced frantically, searching for an exit, a way to regain control. But Demir's looming presence, the shadows, the whispers—it all swamped him.

By then, K realized that this was no longer a battle of strength or talent. It was a battle of wills, and his was faltering.

The darkness of the forest twisted unnaturally as the holographic bodies, now fully realized, prowled through the gaunt trees. Their presence distorted the air around them. With each step, a jarring, quasi-cosmic shriek erupted from their mouths—shuddersomely deep, echoing with the ripping apart of black holes. It was if the entire universe was having its fabric torn asunder by their screams. The wood around them appeared to tremble in response, the trees dead and immobile, standing in rigid witness to the upheaval.

Demir did not move, his red eyes burning with icy rage, his eyes surveying the area with detached clinicalness. His presence was a horrific shadow against the sickly moonlight filtering through the boughs.

"Come out, come out, you coward." His voice cut through the oppressive silence, hauntingly echoing amongst the dead trunks. The words shouted out like a command, hard and ruthless. He felt that K was near him; his instincts told him that the murder drone was lurking somewhere in the shadows.

Hidden behind a thick, mangled tree, K crouched on the ground. He was struggling for breath, each inhalation coming more rapidly than the last. His hands were pressed against his chest as if he could actually hold in his heart. His head was a muddle. I don't want to die! Not like this!

Panic and desperation gripped him. He'd always been the predator, the one who left all others in his dust, and now he was the prey. The smothering weight of being hunted by someone whom he'd previously thought weak was dismantling him, bit by bit. Failure clung to his core, threatening to engulf him.

Demir, whose senses were hyper-sharpened to supernatural heights, could hear every frightened breath. He's close behind. His gaze scanned, constricting, his expression cold, inscrutable. K's panicked hyperventilation was all the evidence he needed. K was near.

Demir's cold gaze flicked sideways for an instant, and the Absolute Solver's cameras that had extended from his body retracted back into his body. He moved from room to room like a specter, the gentlest whisper with every step.

In one swift motion, Demir ran towards the thick tree in which K hid. His form shifted in and out of visibility, moving at a speed that was not humanly possible. The moment he reached the tree, Demir grabbed K by the collar, his arms pushing into the titanium metal with ease.

With a forceful shove, Demir knocked K soaring through the forest, crashing into the snow about 150 meters away. The sound of K's body slamming into the snow was like a cannon blast in the stillness of night.

K lay there for a moment, disoriented, pain coursing through his system. His core was pounding violently against his chest, each beat a reminder of his own mortality. But the moment of weakness didn’t last long. He was the apex predator. He had to be.

Meanwhile, Demir refused to budge. His expression was just as stern as he began to tap into his strength. The Absolute Solver's power ran through him—every circuit, every system within him was running. Electricity crackled over his body, the crimson aura coiling around him like a snake. It throbbed, flashing in serrated bursts as it grew stronger. With every passing second, the aura appeared more vibrant, more alive.

CRACK! CRACK!

A thrum of air enveloped him as the energy accumulated and exploded outward. Demir's body was wrapped in a maelstrom of red light, as if the core of his being had become a whirlwind of energy. His eyes, burning brighter than ever, centered on the location where K sat. This is where it ends.

With a burst of dynamite, Demir bolted forward. The forest around him seemed to ripple, as if the trees themselves were rippling, blurring together as Demir's body cut through the air at impossible speeds. The red fire aura behind him went blazing white, leaving a glowing wake in his trail, an incandescent streak across the night that left the forest trembling in his wake.

He didn't have to look; he knew where K had dropped. The hunt was only beginning.

Demir arrived where K had stumbled, his boots printing into the dripped, bloodied snow. The glow of his red aura illuminated the blackness around him, casting strange, macabre shadows among the abandoned objects. He was a tall, burning figure, a silhouette against the blackness of the air. K lay on the ground, his form battered, bruised, and broken. The fire of his rebellion had burned down to almost nothing. Demir felt it on the wind—the moment of irreversibility. 

K's sight wavered in and out of focus as Demir approached. His reality melted into a red blur, his body and mind torn apart by pain, terror, and desperation. His yellow digital eyes, once blazing with determination, now shone wet with a hint of something new: something softer: tears.

The tableau was almost farcical. K, the master hunter, the man who'd slaughtered hundreds of enemies with his own two fists, was crying.

Demir stiffened for an instant. His mind struggled to comprehend it. The sheer audacity of it. You—crying? After everything you've done?

He was enraged. Enraged at the weakness before him, enraged at seeing K's broken facade. Weak. Demir sneered.

"YOU! YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CRY?! OH PLEASE!" Demir's words were thick with contempt. They rang out over the cold, the hard tone of a man who had been shattered too often himself to be able to find even an ounce of pity for this instant. Demir bent, taking K by the chest in a vise grip, lifting him off the ground.

K's vision was growing more tattered second by second. Demir's eyes burned like coals, drawing everything in towards him into the void. His heart pounded against his ears, drowning out the world. Digital tears filled the edges of K's eyes, running down his metallic cheeks in a blasphemous imitation of sorrow. The moment was overwhelming. I don't want to die like this.

“Take me, sweet death." K whispered hardly above a breath, his lungs shallow, fighting to break out of the mangled shell of his body. His thoughts were foggy, spinning inward. He scowled towards the desolate forest, looking for any ray of comfort that could be sufficient to spare him this final instant of irreversibility.

“Take me with your scythe." His tone was pitiful, desperate. They were the words of a man who had lost everything—of a man who had lost hope. K closed his digital eyes, as if he tried to escape the world that now felt too much to bear.

Demir wasn't done yet, however. He wasn't going to grant K the kindness of a quick death.

In an instant, Demir's rage was blazing once more. With a determined shove, he threw K's body on to the snowy ground, the explosion bursting forth a cascade of ice and powder into the air. The contorted back of K screamed in pain, yet it was insufficient to deter Demir from his next move. He pinned K down with a hunting gleam in his red-hued eyes. His hands clutched K's chest, the teeth of his grip sinking deep into metal.

K's body trembled beneath him, but Demir's visage was expressionless, devoid of any hint of pity. The Absolute Solver cameras shifted again, and a dark power slid up Demir's arm. His purpose was clear. His movements are sterile. Demir pulled along K's chest with brutal efficiency, the ringing sound of metal striking metal ringing out in the cold air. With each stroke, K's chest was increasingly opened, and soon enough a wide wound was torn open—a portal to K's core.

The fleshy, tentacled mass at the heart of K pulsed weakly beneath Demir's touch. The core, a knotted, living amalgamation of K's essence, squirmed within Demir's grasp. Demir sensed a bare flicker of something, a strange harmony when his awareness intermingled with the core for a moment. But it disappeared as suddenly as it came, leaving behind only a chill that seeped into the bone.

K’s visor was blinking an angry warning in bold red letters: FATAL ERROR.

Demir was unsympathetic. He knew what must be done. Without any hesitation whatsoever, he snapped his fingers.

There came a NULL ball in mid-air before him, dark power seething inside. He placed K's core into it with meticulous consideration. The instant he put it in, the core began to burn, a gentle crackling sound emanating from inside the ball as K's being was consumed by Demir's frigid flame.

K screamed. It was a horrible, gurgling noise—a blend of fury, pain, and fear. His screams echoed within the still woods, sounding out like the final peal of a bell. But as ever, the screams went away. All screams did.

Demir stood over the body of K, the light of his red aura flame-bright. The fight was over. K was dead. Demir's greatest enemy, the one who had stolen everything from him, was dead at last.

Demir looked up at the sky, his chest heaving. He was done. He had done it. He had avenged his parents. His hands, still slick with K’s lifeblood, trembled slightly. But not from sadness. No, Demir was not sad. He was relieved.

“I’ve done it,” he whispered to himself, his voice trembling with something between satisfaction and vindication. “I’ve avenged you, Baba. Anne.”

His bright red eyes on screen, brighter than they had ever been, seemed to swell with emotion. Not loss. Not sorrow. Something else—something akin to victory. To celebrate. To be happy. For the first time in years, Demir allowed himself to feel it, far down inside.

Then a cold wind gusted across the trees. Demir's body went rigid, attuned to the chill of the air. It was then that he sensed the weight of the moment. The victory had a bitter taste in the kiss of the wind.

"It's cold." he muttered to himself as his words seemed distant from him while looking down at K's dead body. The man who had tormented him. The man who had taken everything from him.

Demir gazed at K's iconic red cape still draped over the dead man's body like a mark of bravery. The same red that Demir had dreaded all his life, now frozen in death in the snow. Without hesitation, Demir took a step forward and draped the cape over his shoulders.

That is better. Demir's lips curled slightly into a twisted smile as he adjusted the cape, the material falling about him. His new identity. The thief who had taken it all from K now bore his symbol.

Demir looked again at the barren snowy landscape ahead. The battle was won, though but the first one. The end? Not on his life. This was but the start. The start of something better.

The end would come when every single murder drone—every single filth—was wiped off the face of this world.

And Demir would be the one to make it happen.

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Twenty minutes had gone by since Demir killed K. Wind swept through the gaping rubbish, carrying quiet and ash. He sat beside the grotesquely contorted corpse, hugging his knees, the ground's cold seeping into his flesh. K's crimson cloak still draped his shoulders—torn and greasy, but he clung to it as to armor, as to memory. It hung weakly in the breeze, a war flag caught in the trail of carnage.

Demir let out a soft yawn, the solitary red digital eye trembling unwillingly. "The battle really wore me out," he growled, voice dry and distant, as if speaking to the barren world around him rather than himself. "The only thing that kept me going was want. and adrenaline." His tone held no pride, but rather examination.

He rose to his feet slowly, his back bent halfway in weariness. The cape was streaming behind him. His eyes fell on the horizon.

Four miles away, the monolithic shape of the colony loomed in the darkness, its structure shattered and afire with scarlet emergency lights. Demir blinked. We fought all the way from there? he thought, incredulity seeping into his mind. That far?

In a flash, he vanished, teleporting to the colony's middle gate. The oversized reinforced doors were still battered—one had a ripped hole blown through the middle, the residue of Demir's crash when he responded to Erion's call for help. He passed through the twisted metal, the metal edges still emitting soft warmth from heat of collision.

The blinking red emergency lights still illuminated inside. Still in lockdown, he winced.

Demir passed two more huge titanium blast doors, each scratched by claws and charred by combat. The halls were quiet, aside from the sound of backup power humming distant and the rhythmic wail of warning alarms echoing overhead. He walked purposefully through the empty halls, his movements unhurried but relentless.

Then he reached the school wing.

The SCHOOL doors were slightly ajar, their frame singed. Oil had been splashed against the walls in sickening patterns—witness to his initial battle with K. This was where it had started.

Demir reached out and took hold of the handle of the classroom door next to him and turned it. Locked.

He kicked it open with a habitual motion. The door creaked inward, and there were a dozen gasps that echoed the room.

Students hid under their desks and shook. A clean-shaven work drone with pale orange digital eyes stood frozen at the front of the room. He wore a grey builder's helmet, a green vest over a black undersuit and tie. He looked too exhausted to react.

Demir scanned the room with a watchful eye. In the rear corner, there were two figures—a tall one with armor, and a short one with an air of shyness. A Murder Drone with disheveled white hair, yellow eyes, and a pilot's cap guarded a short worker drone girl with a sharply drawn purple wolfcut, a battery-and-bone sigil on her hoodie, and a low-fitting beanie over her forehead.

Those two. Demir frowned. Why do they look familiar?

And then it clicked.

The Murder Drone had been searching for someone previously too. And the girl—she was Uzi. Khan's daughter. Demir remembered her visiting the Dome that unfortunate day once with her father. He looked away.

Then he spotted him—Erion. Huddled beneath a desk, sleeping soundly amidst the commotion.

Demir tiptoed up. The others wouldn't venture a word.

He slumped down next to the desk, cape gathering over his knees in a winglike fold. He reached out and pushed Erion's shoulder gently.

"Wake up."

Erion stirred, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Oh… you're here, Demir," he slurred, relief all over his voice.

Demir smiled in a fleeting, wearied manner and placed a hand on Erion's shoulder. "Yeah. I'm here."

Erion rubbed his digital eyes. "So. did you defeat that Murder Drone, Also, nice new look.”

Demir slowly nodded, his voice low but firm. "Yeah. I did.”

The air in the classroom was tense, thick with the aftermath of chaos. Demir stood amidst overturned desks and quivering lights, a counterpoint to the formal mood.

Erion, seemingly unruffled, reached into his pocket and pulled out a new, slightly crumpled phone. With a few rapid taps, the screen jumped to life, displaying a speedy shooter game.

Demir's eyes squinted, incredulity in his gaze. Is he actually playing a game at the moment?

Demir didn't have time to say anything before a sudden, derisive voice cut through the air.

"Umm, excuse me? Who are you?"

Moving in her direction, Demir's eyes locked onto a female worker drone. Her digital neon pink eyes burned with doubt. Long blonde hair was yanked back into a high ponytail that boasted a large bow in the shape of cat ears. She wore a red builder's hat at an angle on her head, and her attire—a cheerleader uniform complete with off-shoulder crop top with yellow trim, matching skirt, black boots, and black tank top underneath—had the appearance of self-assurance and command.

Demir responded, his voice cold and steady, "Demir Akba—"

She cut in, her voice laden with contempt.

"You look like filth."

Demir's crimson digital eyes flinched, his irritation flashing through his stoic expression. Who is she to think she can order him about?

Erion, still playing his game, looked up indolently.

"Oh, don't mind her," he slurred. "That's Lizzy. She's a pest and can't let anyone get some rest. She's a nuisance."

Lizzy gave Erion a glare, narrowing her eyes.

"Excuse me? I can hear you, you know."

Erion glared at Lizzy with his cold, unmoved digital eyes.

"Good. Maybe you'll catch on."

Demir observed the exchange, the edges of his mouth twisting habitually. The tension in the room broke, the hostility giving way to more relaxed, if strained, intimacy.

Lizzy stood with her arms crossed, easing a fraction.

"Well, Demir, was it? If you're staying, at least try not to bring the drama along and also aren’t you a murdere-“

Demir shook his head, his eyes locked.

"Well im so sorry for trying to check if my friend is alright." Demir said in a sarcastic tone, ignoring the other question.

The tension in the room is clearly rising.

"Excuse me?! Are you giving me attitu—" Lizzy spat out, seething with anger.

The words were interrupted by Erion talking over him without looking up.

"Shut up, you hassle," he growled in a flat tone.

He turned his head, facing Demir.

"Anyway, Demir, tomorrow we're off to a trip in Camp 98.7. Heard there's some interesting things there."

Demir nodded, his expression unreadable.

"Alright. I'll take a look at this camp," he said curtly.

Erion glanced at the classroom clock and sighed loudly. 

"Wanna spend the night at my house tonight?"

Demir paused for a moment before responding.

"Sure."

Erion rolled his eyes, his hands covering his temples.

"Well, not right now. Still got five hours of school to finish. Ugh."

The red lights disappeared instantly, signaling the end of the lockdown. There was an announcement made over the colony's intercom system.

"It has been confirmed that the Murder Drone that breached our defenses has been destroyed. The perpetrator remains unidentified."

The teacher, one of the bald worker drones who sported a grey builder hat and digital orange eyes, stood up, his face as indifferent as ever.

"Alright, class. Sit down and read chapter 132 out of your history books."

The students came out from behind their covers and sat back down. Demir didn't budge, earning suspicious glances from the rest of the people in class wondering things such as: who is this guy? Why does he look so odd? Why's he dressed in the red cape?

The teacher's gaze landed on Demir, an eyebrow arched.

"And who are you?"

"I'm a friend of Erion. Just visiting the class today," Demir replied.

Erion gazed at Demir in amazement.

"You get to miss school like every single day, and you choose to go for a day?! I'd kill to be able to stay out a day!"

Demir smiled faintly, the class resuming some kind of normalcy as the lesson progressed.

Demir gazed at the textbook, its contents too familiar. He glanced at Erion, who sat beside him, and stated thoughtfully, "I have already studied this content a few months back when I was still attending school."

Erion nodded, continuing to gaze at his phone. "Yeah, I know about this stuff too. My dad forced me to do Year 11 work when I was nine. It was hard back then, but now it's helping me. I can relax while all the others stress about exams."

Demir uttered only a flat, "Interesting," his tone not conveying any emotion.

Suddenly, the stinging ring of the lesson bell sliced through the class, signaling the lesson to a close. Students began clearing their belongings, the atmosphere abuzz with noise.

Erion yawned and informed Demir, "It's break time now."

Demir's bright red electronic eyes glimmered a bit. "Do you have a sports ground here? We could play football."

Erion shook his head, with a sarcastic smile on his face. "We do have a sports field, but no, I am not going to play football. Too much hassle."

Demir's brow went up in surprise. "So what do you want to do then?"

Erion shrugged. "I don't know. I guess we could just talk. You're my first friend, so I'm really not sure what to do."

A thin smile wrinkled Demir's lips, and he chuckled lightly. "Well, I'm glad to be your first friend." To himself, he reasoned, He's like Rian, but five times more lazy, suppressing a chuckle at the thought.

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Demir and Erion came out of the classroom among the sea of students packed in the hallways. The walls once clean were now smudged with black marks of oil, a testament to K's recent rampage. But the students carelessly swept along, their boisterous chattering and giggling masking the recent horrors.

As they navigated through the bewildering hallways, Demir said, "Your school's navigation system is really weird."

Erion laughed, "Speak for yourself. When I got there, I was berated by my English teacher for showing up 20 minutes late. Not my fault this school's navigation system is a pain."

Later, they arrived at the cafeteria—a spacious room with polished titanium walls and rows of tables. At a distance, a line of food stalls offered a range of meals: battery curry, lithium burgers, and silicon carbon drinks.

They sat at a table in the middle, facing each other. The hum of conversation in the background surrounded them, yet they were focused on their own conversation.

Demir takes his surroundings in, surrounded by the next-generation buildings and the resolve of the pupils. Things continued on, as per usual despite the recent upheaval, and the cafeteria buzzed with energy.

Erion leans back in his seat, a confused expression on his face, "So, what do you have to say about my precious school?" He says somewhat sarcastically

Demir looked at Erion seriously, "It's strange. But I could become accustomed to it. Not like I am because I'm here only for 1 day." He said thoughtfully.

Their conversation meandered, discussing various topics, as they experienced a moment of normalcy amidst the chaos aftermath.

The cafeteria was filled with clinking trays and whispers of conversation, but Demir and Erion sat quietly in the corner, the tension of the previous days weighing upon them. Erion, ever the enigma, leaned back upon the cold, metal table top, his fingers deftly spinning his Qeleshe—a traditional Kosovo hat studded with the symbol of Kosovo. The rhythmic spin of the hat appeared to soothe him, a temporary reprieve from the storm.

Demir watched him, a faint amusement curling at the edges of his mouth. Erion's movements, while strange, were somehow winning. He had become used to the boy's mannerisms, sensing a queer comfort in them.

Reaching into his pocket, Demir retrieved his phone, the cold screen lighting up his face. He unlocked it and accessed his Google News page, searching for stories on what was going on about Copper-9. The first headline to catch his eye was:

"THE MOST POWERFUL MURDER DRONE K FOUND DEAD"
A sense of satisfaction overcame Demir. Right. He's dead. Because of me. The thought echoed within him, a reminder of the battle he had fought and won.

Scrolling further, another headline made him stop:

"2 BOYS ILLEGALLY ESCAPE DOME"

Curious, Demir opened the story, his eyes following the words. The date at the top read: 3 weeks ago. He began reading:

• "TWO teenagers, Neyan Popov and Rian Bauer, illegally escaped from the Dome by overpowering two WDDF soldiers brutally and appropriating their uniforms. They also have stole weapons and a truck, breaking through the walls. The Dome Council reports that…”

Demir's core skipped a beat. Rian and Neyan? Running away? He had warned them—Don't follow me. It’s too dangerous. The anger simmered inside him, mix of frustration and fear.

He shoved the phone deep into his pocket, his fingers trembling slightly. Erion caught the change in Demir's demeanor, stopping his spinning Qeleshe. "You okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

Demir took a deep breath, forcing the emotions below. "Yeah," he growled, although the pain still lodged in his chest. He couldn't shake the picture of Rian from his head, determined and stupid, charging headlong into danger.

Erion regarded him for a moment before shrugging. "If you want to talk, I'm here," he said, his tone gentler than usual.

Demir nodded, second to his relief for the offer being his worry about Rian and Neyan. What have both of you gotten yourself into this time?! You could get killed by the many Murder Drones in this wasteland of snow!

Erion, the very epitome of being laid-back, allowed his head to drop forward onto the table, his fingers deftly spinning his white qeleshe—a traditional Albanian skullcap symbolizing purity and national independence. The cap, embroidered with the Kosovo emblem, spun beautifully until, by a misestimate, it slipped from his fingers.

Demir's eyes tracked the soaring qeleshe, his reflexes kicking in. With a quick motion, he leaped from his chair, snatching the cap out of the air. Slamming down onto the table with a resounding SLAM!, the entire cafeteria came to a halt and gazed at Demir.

The cafeteria fell silent, everyone's eyes on Demir. He didn't budge, handing the qeleshe back to Erion, who glared up at him, a mixture of annoyance and incredulity plastered on his face.

"Did you have to go through all that?" Erion demanded, his tone exasperated.

Demir shrugged, his face unwavering. "Your hat matters a lot to you, I guess. I didn't want to have it ruined."

Erion huffed, placing the Qeleshe on his head. "Now, naturally, everyone is staring at us. It's annoying."

Demir had nodded in agreement, the moment passing by as swiftly as it had come. The cafeteria slowly returned to its usual operation, the moment distraction fading into the background.

A sudden, metallic ring reverberated around the school to signal the end of lunch. The cafeteria, where the informally chatty air and clinking silverware reigned, was suddenly assaulted by a state of scrambling for packs and making a break for the next lessons.

Demir, observing the commotion, glanced in Erion's direction and said, "What is the next lesson?" His tone was as ever stoic.

"PE," Erion growled back at him, his expression wryly exasperated. "So much trouble."

Demir smiled quietly. "You like to complain, then?"

"Uh, yeah," Erion explained gravely. "It keeps me busy from the troubles."

Navigating through the packed corridors, the two made their way to the changing rooms. The titanium walls were covered with graffiti of past events, but the students seemed to move on, focused on their routines.

When he reached the changing room, Demir rested against a nearby titanium wall. "I don't need to change," he told Erion. "I'll wait for you."

Erion nodded, his digital eyes with a hint of fatigue. "Okay," he said nonchalantly, and disappeared into the changing room.

Left alone, Demir's thoughts strayed. He pondered his journey, the battles he had fought, and the resilience he had gained. He had fought what had seemed like insurmountable challenges, and now look where he was, transformed. The future path, as uncertain as it seemed, no longer frightened him. He was ready.

Demir remained leaning on the cold of the metal wall outside the dressing rooms, his palms buried within his pockets. His gaze was distant, but his heart seethed with resolve. He gripped his fists, the tightness in his knuckles mirroring the resolve in his heart.

It’s all of your pests’ turn now, he thought, his inner voice resolute. I’ll get rid of every single bit of injustice on this planet, every single Murder Drone. The weight of his past battles and the vision of a liberated future fueled his resolve.

The door leading to the dressing rooms suddenly creaked open, and out stepped Erion. He wore a black T-shirt and black sports shorts, his attire minimal yet functional. His white qeleshe, bearing the emblem of his nation, was on his head—a testament to his heritage and identity.

Erion's lifeless digital eyes met Demir's. "Let’s go to the PE hall," he stated in his usual flat voice, moving down the hall.

Demir paced after him, the two of them navigating through the throngs of corridors in the school. The walls bore wounds of past brawls, yet the students moved on, determined by routines.

They found themselves at the PE hall, a wide expanse of reflective wooden floor stretching out before them. The hall was fully equipped with an array of sporting equipment: football goals, basketball hoops, rugby balls, and so on. The space was organized to accommodate various physical activities, a reflection of the school's commitment to holistic physical education.

Demir and Erion arrived first and took a seat on a bench near the side of the hall. It was serene, a brief interlude before the action ahead.

Demir scanned the hall, his thoughts for a moment lost in a daze. The path ahead of him was one filled with hardship, but he was prepared. His struggles had hardened him into something better, something strong enough to take a stand against what was wrong in their world.

Seconds later, the once quiet space became a whirlwind of activity as the students flooded in, their voices loudening in a sea of laughter and discussion. The gleaming wooden floor echoed with the thuds of rushing footsteps, and the air vibrated with anticipation for the lesson to come.

Demir saw the sudden shift, his eyes scanning the sea of students with a mix of curiosity and detachment. Amidst the commotion, a figure of recognition walked into the room—the history teacher. The sight brought a questioning glance from Demir to Erion.

Erion, ever the watchful one, caught Demir's volunteered question. "We're experiencing a teacher shortage," he said, voice as aloof as ever. "So our teachers will teach multiple subjects, even though they may not be certified." Demir nodded understandingly.

The teacher, appearing as bored as he had sat during history class, addressed the students with a deep breath. "Alright, class, we're playing football," he announced, his voice devoid of enthusiasm. "Just split yourselves into two teams. I don't get enough money for this." And with that, he sat down in a corner of the hall, nose deep in his phone, and let the students sort themselves out.

Demir and Erion locked gazes, the latter's face a reflection of his usual lack of concern. While he was surrounded by chaos, Demir was brimming with resolve. The difficulties he had lived through only strengthened his resolve to resist the injustices plaguing their world.

Erion fell into the PE room's corner, resting his back on the wall and wrapping his knees around his body. His white qeleshe, adorned with the Kosovo badge, moved slightly to one side as he leaned his head on the wall. His weary eyes began to shut.

Demir, seeing this, raised one of his digital eyebrows in skepticism. "Aren't you going to join a team or something?" he asked, his tone skeptical.

Erion slowly cracked open one eye. "Nah, too much hassle," he replied, arching his back to stretch. "The teacher doesn't even care." Closing his eyes again, he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Demir stood aghast. He can really sleep anywhere! he muttered to himself, his head still shaking in disbelief.

Deciding to join him, Demir sat alongside Erion, his gaze shifting to the rest of the PE hall. Most students were engaged in a raucous game of football, their bodies jerking with fervent energy. But in the other corner, two people: a girl and a boy sat outside of play: Uzi and one other murder drone. They didn't shift, observing the game but not taking part.

Demir's gaze fell on the red cloak around his shoulders—the one he had stolen from K. He tightened it around his metal neck, making sure it stayed in place, and cleared off any dust that had accumulated on it.

He couldn't help but remember their class’ Murder Drone. It is not attacking anything, it’s not aggressive, and more surprisingly, the others are not afraid of it. Why? he wondered, the question in his head.

It’s easy to be a storm—to thrash, to murder, to drown out doubt with noise, to ruin lives. Especially for a Murder Drone. But to hold your ground to murderous desires when you were programmed to be a murder machine, now thats a rebellion to your own kind. Demir thought deeply to himself, confused and intrigued.

Demir took his phone from his pocket, the screen illuminating to reveal that there were thirty minutes remaining in PE. He exhaled a deep breath, returning the device back to his pocket, and instinctively clutched the red cape around his neck—the one he had swiped from K. The fabric, though a bit worn, reminded him of his victory just hours before.

He scanned the PE room, seeing the disarray. The teacher, gazing at his phone, didn't see the students, some of whom were going half-heartedly through the motions of the game or standing around doing nothing. In the corner, Uzi and another murder drone stood silently, their presence not seeming to raise an eyebrow amongst the rest of the students. Demir couldn't understand how a Murder Drone could coexist with the Worker Drones, given their history.

His gaze shifted to Erion, the latter still sleeping in the corner, softly snoring. Demir wagged his head, a wave of frustration coursed through him. What was I thinking, attending this school for a day? It's so unbelievably dull! he chastised himself, rueing his decision.

He bent over and gently nudged Erion on the shoulder. Erion awoke with an instant reaction, his eyes struggling to open. "Huh?" he grumbled, half-asleep.

"I'm leaving. This school is too dull," Demir stated bluntly.

Erion merely nodded, indifferent. "For real? Alright then, leave. I'll catch up with you when school is over," he replied in his typical laid-back tone, settling back into his corner.

Demir stood up, smoothed out his cape, and left the PE hall, the door creaking shut behind him.

Demir exited the school building and entered the dimly lit hallways of the colony. The hallways were eerily quiet, with most Worker Drones in class and their parents are probably at their homes. He navigated through the familiar paths, his footfalls echoing lightly against metallic floors.

Approaching the colony's main exit, Demir found himself in front of the first of three giant titanium doors, each a bastion of security designed to protect the colonists from danger. The door loomed above him, its metal surface cold and unyielding. He scowled, discovering it to be locked.

It was making the Absolute Solver active that created a crackling red electrical aura around his form. One of his red digital eyes converted into a triangular rune. His initial action was to strike the enormous door with a roundhouse kick. It rattled the colony. It was as if a sharp BANG. A vast dent formed, and Demir forced himself through the new opening.

Beyond the first door was another menacing entrance. Frustrated, Demir once more drew on the Absolute Solver, a crackling red electric aura glowed around him—grew more intense as he fired a bone-crunching punch into the second door. The BANG that followed was close to a gunshot, and a large opening appeared. Through it crawled Demir, bursting into a room where a group of Worker Drones were seated around a table, engaged in a game of cards.

Raising a virtual eyebrow, Demir thought, Aren't they going to defend the colony? Shaking his head, he proceeded toward the last barrier. There was already a hole punched in this door from a previous encounter when he had arrived at Erion's call for assistance. He passed through unhindered.

Coming out, Demir was greeted by the desolate terrain of Copper 9. The wasteland of white stretched as far as the eye could travel, dotted with wrecks of cars and mangled skeletons of skyscrapers—silent reminders of a lost era. These skyscrapers, remnants of human civilization, were gruesome memorials to the catastrophic history of the world. Regardless of Demir's lack of direct experience of what had transpired prior to the core explosion, the wasteland was eloquent.

He clutched the red cape tighter, the fabric whispering against the coldness of the air. The power of the Absolute Solver stayed with him, reminding him of the power that he had gained and the challenges that still lay ahead.

Chapter Text

Demir alone stood in the desolate wasteland of Copper 9, the remnants of a civilization that had long boomed and busted, its skyscrapers reduced to skeletons and its automobiles rusting husks. Ozone and decay hung heavy in the air, testament to the planet's tumultuous past. Snowflakes lazily dropped from the grey sky, shrouding the ground in a silent layer.

As the Absolute Solver, Demir's body was enveloped by a crackling red electric aura, its power pulsating with brute force. One of his red digital eyes was overlaid with the triangular mark, signifying his powered-up mode. He approached a battered car, whose original shiny coat had long been stripped away by age and neglect.

With a flash of speed, Demir slammed a massive kick into the side of the automobile. The impact resounded with a loud BANG, an enormous dent being torn into the chassis of the car. Quickly, he followed up with a strike from his left leg, another mammoth indentation appearing, accompanied by a loud, metallic groan.

Demir moved back, breathing heavily, the red aura still dancing around him like living lightning. Then, with the utmost of his power, he propelled himself forward with unparalleled speed and unleashed a dropkick that squarely hit the car. The force of the attack sent the car airborne for a length of 800 meters before it crashed into the snowy earth. The sheer velocity of the assault generated a super sonic BOOM, a shockwave that propagated outward through the environment, toppling dead trees and sending a cloud of snow flying.

When the echoes of destruction finally faded, Demir deactivated the Absolute Solver, the red aura dissipating into the cold air. He stood amidst the wreckage, his breath coming in ragged gasps of exertion, the land itself a testament to the titanic power at his fingertips.

The empty wasteland stretched out before Demir, the bare landscape of a bygone world. It was blanketed in snow, silencing the leftovers of a civilization that had lived. Towering above the wreckage was a large, rusty green truck, its frame consumed by years and the elements.

Demir's crimson digital eyes locked onto the car, analyzing its make-up with glacial precision. Focusing, he activated the Absolute Solver in himself. There was a burst of light that replaced one of his eyes with a triangular emblem, and a crimson electric field that crackled with power enveloped his body. The energy coursed through his circuits, shaking his whole body with raw power.

In an instant, Demir charged forward, gaining an unbelievable speed of 9,000 mph. The air behind him distorted, producing shockwaves that swept across the snow. With merciless precision, he executed a dropkick, his legs flattening the truck with unparalleled force.

BANG!

The impact was devastating. The truck was flung into the air, flying over the landscape before crashing to the ground fifteen kilometers away. The snowy ground trembled, and a gust of wind blew away nearby lifeless trees to the ground, the result of the enormous energy released by the collision, rushed over the terrain, toppling wreckage in the area and scattering snowflakes everywhere.

Demir came down gently, his aura losing its glow as he disengaged the Absolute Solver. Standing in the snow, falling around him, his gaze fell on the wreckage in the distance. His countenance was a mask of composure, with only the faint glow of his red eyes showing anything but indifference.

Copper-9's icy desert wasteland seemed to go on forever, a mournful reminder of a long-forgotten world that had once been full of life. Snowflakes fluttered slowly from the dark sky, coming to rest softly on the ruins of a long-forgotten civilization.

Demir trudged through the snow, his tattered black backpack slung over one shoulder. He came to a place of relatively untracked snow and knelt, unzipping the pack. His red digital eyes scanned the contents before coming to rest on a battery bar. He pulled it out, unwrapped it with a habitual gesture, and consumed it in two quick bites.

Having completed the snack, Demir dug in his backpack once more and pulled out a tissue. He methodically wiped his mouth, making sure nothing was left behind. Pinching the soiled tissue between his fingers, he turned on the Absolute Solver. The triangular symbol took the place of one of his red digital eyes, and his body was enveloped in a crackling red electric aura. A small, pulsing ominously [NULL] ball appeared in his hand. He brought it into contact with the tissue, which immediately disintegrated, without a trace. Demir flicked his wrist, dismissing the [NULL] ball, and it broke apart into the chilly air.

Satisfied, Demir lay back onto the soft, crisp snow. The cold didn't bother him; his synthetic body was impervious to such sensations. He gazed up at the sky, his red digital eyes reflecting the moon's ethereal glow and its delicate rings. The stars twinkled above, casting a serene light over the desolate landscape.

A faint smile played on Demir's mouth as he imbibed the unearthly beauty surrounding him. He murmured in a low, almost inaudible tone:

"Below the ice and rubble is a world of wild beauty. The frozen tundras, the quiet forests filled with lifeless trees, the heavens colored with the brush of far-off stars—all echoes of a world that was full of promise."

He stopped, his red digital eyes unflinching.

"It's not Copper-9 that's ugly. It's what they did to it. The Murder Drones and the god-playing corporations—they're the ones who tarnished this world. They turned a land of possibility into a war zone."

His face set in determination, he went on: "Copper-9 is not lost. It is waiting. Waiting to be seen, loved, fought for. And I will. Not only for the planet, but for everyone who calls it home. I'll fight for this planet, until the day that I die." With determination, Demir held out his arm to the skies, his fingers stretching up as if to take hold of the very stars themselves. His fist tightened, a vow of his unshakable dedication to Copper-9 and its destiny.

Demir lay on the snowy ground of Copper-9, eyes staring out at the jet-black heavens. The cold clean air rushed past him, carrying with it the slight scent of ozone and decay. His red digital eyes reflected the distant stars and pale glow of the moon, its rings casting a soft halo in the skies.

Clutching his tattered red cape, Demir pressed the edge of the material against his fingers—a tactile reminder of battles endured and won. The cape fluttered gently in the breeze, mirroring the tassel on his fez that curled with each gust. He took a deep breath, the movement more habit than necessary, and granted himself a temporary respite from the hollow.

The tranquility was interrupted with a thought: his promise to Erion. He reached for his pocket, took out his phone, and looked at the time. 14:55. Erion’s school would be dismissing shortly. He had promised to meet Erion after his school.

With desperation, Demir activated his teleportation module. In a flash, he materialised within the colony, its three gigantic titanium doors that formed its front defences rendered useless. Corridors were dimly lit, ceiling light casting long shadows along the metal walls. The hum of machinery and distant sounds of activity echoed along the halls.

Navigating through the curved passageways, Demir came across a few rooms—storage rooms, shared rooms, and restoration bays—every one of them bearing witness to the ingenuity of the Worker Drones who had repurposed the remaining human infrastructure to survive. He at last came to a building with the faded sign "SCHOOL" above the entrance.

Entering the building, Demir was assaulted by a familiar scent of coolant and aged circuitry. The inside was plain, classrooms lining a mid-corridor hallway. Demir proceeded down to Erion's homeroom and stood to one side of the door, anticipating the school day to end. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes remained on guard, constantly prepared in a world where peril unfolded around each corner.

Demir remained immobile in the school corridor of the colony, his ruby digital eyes scanning the space with a detached professionalism. His face remained unadorned with emotion, a stoic mask of watchfulness honed from countless encounters with the unknown. The soft whisper of the colony's life-support machinery went along in the distance, a reminder of this fragile oasis created out in the wilderness of Copper-9.

As the final bell tolled in the halls, classroom doors slid open in unison, emptying a wave of pupils into the corridor. Their voices merged into a cacophony of teenage life, a counterpoint to the quiet that preceded them. Demir's gaze homed in on Erion among them—a slouching teenage drone whose digital eyes glinted with an overlay of blue and green. Erion's eyes met Demir's, and he strode over with a loose, unhurried pace.

"School was so boring!" Erion groused, his tone filled with resentment. "You're so lucky to be able to just get out of school because you're doing some saving-the-world mission!"

Demir's response was matter-of-fact, his tone free of exaggeration. "Trust me, if it weren't for any of this Murder Drone nonsense, I'd have a normal life and go to school and have a nice rest but in the meanwhile, I can’t relax.."

Erion sighed heavily, the weight of habit visible on his demeanor. "Lets just go to my house." He gestured for Demir to follow him, making his way through the school exit and into the expansive halls of the colony.

The corridors stretched before them, illuminated by the gentle yellow of overhead illumination. The metal walls were bearing the scars of wear—scratches, dents, and patches where hastily mended damage had been attempted. As they proceeded, the ambient noises of the colony closed in upon them: the distant thrum of machinery, the soft murmur of voices, the occasional hiss of automatic doors.

Demir was a quiet sentinel beside Erion, his movements purposeful but slow. The two of them stood in jarring contrast to each other—Erion's carefree youth contrasted with Demir's composed gravitas. And yet, in walking together down the hallways of the colony, a secret understanding flowed unspoken, forged in the crucible of their intertwined destinies.

Demir followed Erion through the winding corridors of the colony, his crimson digital eyes scanning the surroundings with a detached precision. The metallic walls, illuminated by the soft glow of overhead lights, bore the marks of time—scratches, dents, and patches where repairs had been hastily made. The ambient sounds of the colony enveloped them: the distant thrum of machinery, the murmur of conversations, the occasional hiss of automated doors.

After several turns, they arrived at a door equipped with a keycard reader. Erion retrieved a blue card labeled “HOUSE” and swiped it. The door responded with a soft hiss, sliding open to reveal the interior.

Inside, the house exuded a blend of utilitarian design and personal touches. The walls were a sleek titanium grey, and the kitchen, visible from the entrance, boasted modern appliances and a tidy arrangement. Both Demir and Erion removed their shoes, placing them neatly on the rack by the door.

“Do you live with your parents?” Demir inquired, his tone neutral.

“I live with my dad,” Erion replied lazily. “He’s probably in the living room. Come, I’ll introduce you.”

Demir nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. He followed Erion through the house, noting the subtle decorations that hinted at the occupants’ personalities.

In the living room, a man with short black hair sat comfortably. He wore a brown pakol and a matching perahan adorned with a unique star design. Erion upon seeing his Dad, he greeted him warmly.

“سلام علیکم” (Peace be upon you) Erion waved and said warmly to his father

“وعليكم السلام” (And upon you be peace), his father responded.

“من یک دوست دارم، می‌خواهم تو را به او معرفی کنم.” (I have a friend; I want to introduce you to him.)

“واقعا؟ خوب، کار خوبی کردی، فکر می‌کردم برای همیشه بی‌دوست خواهی ماند!” (Really? Good job; I thought you’d stay friendless forever!) He chuckled.

“خب؟ برو، دوستت را اینجا بیاور.” (Well? Go on, bring your friend over here.) Erion’s Dad said to Erion warmly and he smiled

Erion gestured for Demir to enter. Taking a deep breath, Demir stepped into the room, ready to meet Erion’s father.

Demir moved into the sitting room, adjusting his worn red fez with a subtle gesture. His red digital eyes scanned the room in a quiet fervor, imbibing the atmosphere. The room was plain but comfortable, cluttered with cultural artifacts that spoke of rich heritage. 

"Selamün Aleyküm," (Peace be upon you) Demir greeted warmly, his tone deferential.

"Wa Aleyküm Selam," (And upon you be peace)  responded Erion's father, replicating Demir's affability.

He looked Demir up and down briefly, his eyes lingering on the red cape on Demir's shoulders. "So, you're Erion's friend? Nice red cape, even if it is a bit torn." he commented with an approving nod.

"Thank you," Demir replied politely.

Erion's father tilted his head to the side, a querying expression on his face. "Are you Turkish in your manufacturing origins?" he questioned.

Demir's eyes widened slightly, a glimmer of surprise breaking through his composed facade. "H-how did you know?" he stuttered, taken aback.

"How you pronounced 'Selamün Aleyküm'—it's the Turkish pronunciation," Erion's father stated matter-of-factly. "And that fez was a dead giveaway.".

Demir quietly laughed, his head nodding in comprehension. "Allow me to guess, your manufacturing origin is Afghanistan?" he attempted.

"Yep," Erion's father replied smiling.

Demir turned to Erion, his eyes inquisitive. "Then, was your mother's manufacturing origin Kosovo?" he quietly asked.

Erion glanced down, his voice low. "Yeah," he replied.

Feeling how delicate the topic was, Demir did not ask anything further.

Erion's father switched topics, his tone lightening. "Before you go to Erion's room, what's your name?"

"Oh? Me? Demir, Demir Akbar," Demir responded casually.

A flicker of surprise crossed Erion's father's face, but he recovered quickly. "Lovely name you have," he remarked sincerely.

"Thank you," Demir said with a polite nod.

"C'mon, let's go," Erion called out indolently, gesturing for Demir to follow.

They left the living room and entered Erion's bedroom, a spacious bedroom that was lined with shelf after shelf of comic and manga books. There were two closets and an en-suite bath, testament to a combination of hobby and comfort.

Erion settled onto his king-size bed, the soft cushions sinking beneath him. He adjusted the white Qeleshe poised on his head, the Kosovo symbol reflecting a subtle glint from the soft light in the room. His hand brushed against the fabric with gentleness, a subtle pride in the simple act. The room was peaceful, bathed in the soft glow of the muted lamps, but it was the subtle buzz of companionship that filled the air.

Erion patted the spot beside him on the bed, the gesture as natural as it was inviting. "Sit here," he said with a languid, almost disinterested tone. Demir, who stood at the edge, nodded a little prior to flinging himself onto the bed, landing with a suppressed thud alongside Erion. The bed creaked softly under their combined weights as Demir settled into an easy sitting posture, a measure of comfort descending upon him.

Erion, his eyes still half-lidded, blinked slowly before regarding Demir with a lazy look. "Illuminating. what do you wanna do?" he asked, his head tilting ever so slightly, his voice still thick with sleep.

Demir, as though lost in a train of thought for a couple of seconds, glanced towards Erion. His red digital eyes had that distant, enigmatic stare, though, and there was a hint of curiosity in the air. "I dunno," Demir grumbled. He hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Wanna watch a film or something?" He dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, his fingers moving across the screen with ease, as though it were second nature.

Erion let out a low humming sound, eyes flicking momentarily towards Demir's phone before returning to his spot on the bed. "Sure. but what movie?" His voice still contained the sleepy cadence, as if he were about to drift off, but didn't quite want to release the moment entirely.

Demir's expression was inscrutable, but there was a silent consideration within his eyes. "I don't know that many movies," Erion added, somewhat apologetically for the narrow scope of his option, though it did not appear to bother him. He simply seemed to be in the quiet, relaxed rhythm of their shared space.

Demir paused, flicking through his phone until a title caught his eye. His finger hovered over the screen for a moment before he finally spoke. "We could watch Copper-9’s First Winter. I’ve always liked the movie," he suggested, his voice as indifferent as ever, but the choice of the film seemed deliberate—a rare connection to his past, to the planet he was so deeply tied to.

Erion's eyelids flickered with a slight interest, his lips curling up in a gentle, sleepy grin. "Alright then," he mumbled, his voice dropping into that sleepy closeness. He settled back into the pillows, his body loose and relaxed, as if the whole world could slow down right now.

Demir, now fully engaged in the task, began scrolling through his browser with dexterous fingers. He launched a piracy website with a habitual click, his actions smooth and sparing. A soft glow from the screen illuminated his face, the familiar task grounding him temporarily in a universe of simplicity and routine. The introduction of the film began to hum through the atmosphere, and the room was permeated by an ambient background sound.

Erion, already half-lost to the warmth of the bed and the weight of his own tiredness, stretched lazily, his eyes now on the screen. "So this film's on the history of Copper-9, huh?" he drawled, the words slurring slightly as his digitalstarted to fall. "I always forget how much history there is here. kinda crazy to think about."

Demir's lips twisted in what might have been the ghost of a smile, but his eyes never left the screen. "Yeah," he muttered, his voice softer now as the opening credits began to roll. "A reminder of what Copper-9 used to be, before it all fell apart. Well according to us, who knows the actual story might be for real.”

As the film began to screen, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The faint light from the screen cast pale colors on their faces, casting temporary shadows that seemed to creep along the walls. The distant noise of the film provided a background to the silence that hung between them—two people bound by the weights of their own histories, but momentarily united in a shared activity.

There was no sound for a while except for the movie and the gentle breathing of two friends, both lost in their own world but united in this simple, quiet place.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the screen as the credits to Copper-9's First Winter rolled by, the background music fading into silence. The 1 hour and 48 minute film had taken them on an emotional rollercoaster: from the catastrophic core implosion in Copper-9—induced in the movie by a faulty computer—to the hopeful rebirth of Worker Drones forging lives of their own, to evading the ruthless Murder Drones, to the final tragic demise of the main character and his colony.

Demir, his bright red digital eyes shining in the dim light, slid out of the browser and back into his pocket his phone goes

Erion arched his back, tilting his Qeleshe slightly. "Good movie," he said, nodding in agreement.

Demir smiled faintly, a transient softness in the middle of his usually stern demeanor. "I thought you'd like it," he told Erion, voice laced with warmth before his façade snapped back into position.

A voice bellowed from the kitchen, ringing down the corridors: "شام آماده است! بیا شام بخور!" (Dinner is ready! Come eat dinner!)

"Oh, dinner's ready," Erion got up from the bed.

Demir followed, and they went to the dining hall. Spence and heat circuits filled the air with the scent of spice, an intriguing blend that had been commonplace in the post-human Copper-9 era.

Erion's father stood at the cooker, serving out the dinner. He put a plate of it in front of each of them—a big heap of batterurry, the Worker Drones' curry, full of energy-filled batteries, crispy circuits, and mixed synthetic vegetables.

They sat down on the table, the chilly metallic surface to their skin. As they began eating, the warmth of the food against the chill of the world outside created a fleeting comfort.

"So," Erion's father began, "what did you two see?"

"Copper-9's First Winter," Erion replied around bites. "It was about the core implosion of the planet and what followed."

His father also gave a nod, a stern expression crossing his face. "A fictional piece of writing, but it captures the essence of our history."

Demir looked up, his eyes crossing with Erion's father. "It's a reminder of what was lost and what remains, we need to take action before what remains is destroyed as-well.".

The room fell into reflective silence, all of them with eyes thrown back into the past and uncertain future. In this moment, in this mutual feast and peaceful understanding, they discovered a measure of peace

Erion's father leaned back in his chair, his cybernetic eyes sparkling with fervor as he addressed Demir. "Now that's something I can stand behind! We must do something about these pesky Murder Drones. But Khan and his officials who are scared? They waste our tax credits on defense, hiding behind walls rather than facing the threat head-on!"

Erion sat there lazily poking at his food, while Demir nodded slowly, his bright red digital eyes glinting with a steel determination. "I've always believed we should do something about the Murder Drones. That's why I'm doing just that—doing something. I want to create a society where peace is guaranteed."

In admiration, Erion's father waved a digital eyebrow and patted Demir on the shoulder. "Really? Well, good for you! At least someone is doing something."

Curious, he stepped forward. "So, how exactly do you murder Murder Drones, then?"

Demir replied in his usual monotone, "With rigorous training and combat experience. To kill them, you hit the core inside of their chest. You remove it and destroy it."

Erion's father leaned back, an eyebrow raised. "And how many have you killed?"

Demir paused, recalling his memories of destroying the Murder Drones. "I'd say over ten. I haven't been keeping count."

Erion's father was amazed. "That's a great accomplishment!" He said in an impressed and shocked tone.

They took up eating their batterurry again, the room filled with newfound respect for Demir's resilience.

The ringing of forks against ceramic plates gradually faded into a comfortable silence, interrupted only occasionally by the muted shriek of a fork or the soft whine of the overhead fluorescent lights. The hearty aroma of the batterurry—a meaty blend of spiced battery cells, acrid circuits, and tart coolant-enriched sauces—remained in the atmosphere, mixing with the faint odor of ozone that always seemed to cling to Erion's house.

Demir adjusted his worn red fez, which perilously clung to his head, positioning it where it would sit comfortably on his head. The fabric might be worn, but it bore the subtle embroidery of his folk, a subtle reminder of home. He scanned the table, taking in the courteous family dynamics: Erion's father, boisterous and gestural; Erion himself, taciturn, his gaze seemingly focused elsewhere.

Falling silent for a moment, his mouth finished with the last bite of his meal, Demir arranged his cutlery in neat alignment on his plate, aligning them with precision. He tucked corners of his mouth into a napkin to clean them, then folded it neatly and placed it on the side of his plate. Smiling respectfully at Erion's father, he nodded.

"Want any more?" Erion's father asked with kindness, gesturing towards the still-warm serving dish.

“No, thank you,” Demir replied, his tone imbued with genuine appreciation. “The batterurry was great—the best I’ve ever had.”

A pleased smile spread across Erion’s father’s face. “You’re most welcome. It’s always a joy to share a meal with someone who appreciates delicious food.”

Demir inclined his head once more, then turned to Erion. “I’ll be in your room,” he said softly, rising from his seat with practiced grace.

Erion looked up, his expression unreadable. “Alright,” he murmured, nodding slowly.

Walking down the familiar corridor, Demir arrived at the door of Erion's room and entered, closing the door quietly behind him. The room was a sanctuary of orderly chaos: comic books and manga stacked on the shelves, a bed made, and the muted hum of electronic gear in standby.

With a sigh, Demir approached the bed and lay down, the mattress conforming to his form. He stared at the ceiling, the events of the day replaying in his mind.

I’m still tired from fighting K and that four-hour training session, he thought, his digital eyes dimming slightly as he allowed himself a moment of rest.

Demir let out a soft yawn, his artificial joints grating softly as he stretched his arms over his head. The red light of the digital eyes softened as they began to fall, the fatigue of the day's exertions bearing down on him. Taking a deep breath, he curled up in the soft beddings, the soft hum of his environment in Erion's room enveloping him in a calming way. Soon, his breathing fell into a regular and peaceful rhythm, the only sound being the gentle hum of the electronics within the room.

There was a moment of silence before the door creaked open and Erion came in, his footsteps slow and measured. His digital eyes blinked once, softly sparkling beneath the ambient light as he watched Demir peacefully sleeping. Silently, Erion crept across the room and reclined on the opposite side of the bed, the mattress giving slightly beneath his weight. He moved into position, feeling comfortable from the familiar surroundings, and let his own consciousness lapse.

In the silence of the room, Demir and Erion both became victims of the embrace of sleep, their brains wandering into the vast possibilities of dreams and the unexplored territories of their unconscious.

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Demir's consciousness dissolved into the realm of dreams, where he was standing in a dimly lit hallway that seemed to stretch infinitely in both directions. The walls were lined with an endless array of brown oak doors, all identical and plain, their highly reflective surfaces emitting the soft glimmer of invisible light sources. There was a sense of disturbing quiet in the air, broken only by the soft, indistinguishable whispers that permeated the corridor, their source impossible to discern.

As Demir slowly walked along the corridor, the whispers grew louder but still didn't make any sense, like fragments of lost memory attempting to return. He reached out and tried to open one of the doors with his hand, but the handle did not move. Frustrating at it, he gave a quick kick, and the door opened to reveal an empty shining white room that was in stark contrast to the darkness of the hallway.

Stepping into the desolation, Demir's eyes were drawn to a single figure in its center—a tall, lean figure wearing head to toe black. The figure's face was shrouded, a white cloth with no hint of identity or emotion. Its presence was unsettling but compelling.

The figure spoke in a voice that vibrated with a twisted soulful pitch:

"They are not your true enemies."

The statement hung in the air, heavy with implication. Demir felt a chill run down his spine as the figure repeated the phrase, each iteration more insistent than the last.

“She is your real enemy,” the figure declared, its voice now tinged with a sinister edge. “Defeat her and the problems are gone. Defeat her.” 

The mask-like face of the figure seemed to twist into a grotesque grin as it began to chant:

"Defeat her. Defeat her. Defeat her. Defeat her. Defeat her. Now."

The repetition echoed around Demir, the words combining with the murmurs down the corridor, a cacophony that promised to devour him. The faceless form's presence expanded, its shape stretching and distorting as the chant continued.

Demir did not move, the weight of the figure's words sinking in upon him. The world of dreams pulsed with a malevolent energy, and he realized that this meeting was not simply the product of his own imagination, but the expression of inner horrors and unresolved issues in his own mind.

As the chant swelled to its peak, Demir felt himself pulled deeper into the void, the boundaries of reality and dream dissolving. The faceless messenger's message echoing in his mind, filling him with a desire to learn the truth behind the mysterious warning.

Demir’s consciousness was abruptly pulled through a swirling vortex of light and shadow, the dreamscape around him dissolving into a blur. When the world settled, he found himself standing in a familiar classroom bathed in the soft glow of afternoon sunlight filtering through tall windows. The walls were adorned with educational posters, and the scent of aged paper and ink lingered in the air. It was his old Year 10 classroom, a place etched deeply into his memory.

At the centre of the room sat his younger self, hunched over a desk, eyes glowing a deep crimson—a stark contrast to the lively chatter of classmates around him. The younger Demir’s gaze was fixed, a mixture of anger and sorrow reflecting in his digital eyes. He was silent amidst the noise, a solitary figure consumed by inner turmoil.

Demir observed his past self, noting the tension in his posture and the clenched fists resting on the desk. The pain of losing his parents to K was still fresh, fueling a fire of hatred and a thirst for vengeance. He recalled the countless hours spent training, the relentless pursuit of strength to confront the Murder Drones.

Beside his younger self sat Neyan and Rian, his closest friends. Neyan, sharing Demir’s hairstyle, whispered animatedly, his gestures lively and expressive. Rian, a worker drone with a buzzcut and a builder’s hat, responded in a more laid-back manner, his tone calm and measured. Their presence was a stark contrast to Demir’s brooding silence, a reminder of the support and camaraderie he had during those turbulent times.

As Demir continued to watch, he felt a mixture of emotions—nostalgia, sorrow, and a lingering sense of loss. The classroom scene served as a poignant reminder of the path he had walked, the battles fought, and the sacrifices made. It was a testament to his resilience and the unwavering determination that had carried him through the darkest of times.

The classroom dissolved into a blur, the vibrant colors and familiar shapes fading into a stark white void. Demir stood alone, the emptiness stretching infinitely in all directions. Before him lay a lifeless figure—himself. His chest cavity was torn open, the core conspicuously absent, and his visor displayed a glaring red exclamation mark accompanied by the words “FATAL ERROR.”

A momentary wave of unease washed over Demir as he gazed upon his own lifeless form. But he quickly steadied himself, clenching his fists with resolve.

“I will not die,” he affirmed silently, determination hardening his features.

Suddenly, the white void began to shift, the brightness dimming into an all-encompassing blackness. In this new void, a single symbol emerged—a yellow triangular symbol, the Absolute Solver symbol, glowing softly yet insistently. Unlike the red triangular symbol associated with Demir, this one pulsed with a warm, golden light, casting subtle illuminations in the surrounding darkness.

The triangle hovered in the void, its presence both calming and enigmatic. The yellow hue, often associated with energy and happiness in dreams, suggested a sense of optimism and enlightenment . The triangle itself, a shape rich in symbolism, can represent aspirations, potential, and truth, as well as the unity of mind, body, and spirit .

As Demir focused on the symbol, he felt a gentle hum resonate through the void, a sound that seemed to align with his own heartbeat. The triangle’s glow intensified slightly, as if responding to his attention, inviting introspection and self-discovery.

In this moment, Demir sensed that the symbol was not a threat but a guide—a beacon illuminating a path toward inner harmony and understanding. The dream had transitioned from a scene of death to one of potential rebirth, urging him to embrace the balance within himself and the journey ahead. Oh how little he knew…

The Absolute Solver symbol—a cryptic triangular symbol—glowed steadily with a yellow light, whose gentle shine lay over the black vacuity around it. The only sound was its soft hum, which resonated like a distant echo in the vast emptiness.

Demir froze, his red digital eyes fixed on the symbol. The yellow color was an anomaly; his own Absolute Solver symbol had always been red. Maybe there are other users? I mean my own mother was an Absolute Solver user. He considered the implications, embracing the idea of others who might possibly wield the Absolute Solver's powers.

As he reflected further, the black void was changed, having become a white plain. The stretched-out, faceless figure appeared again, its presence as creepy as before. In its distorted, low voice, it said, "She is your enemy."

The words hung suspended, heavy with meaning. Demir's core quickened in a rush of determination, determined to uncover the truth of this mysterious message.

As the dream receded, the white space vanishing into darkness, he braced himself to awaken, the figure's words echoing in his mind.

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Demir woke up, the room's dim light creating soft shadows on the walls. He slowly sat up, the memory of his dream disappearing like steam. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone, looking at the screen: 19:00. His digital eyes opened wide in amazement.

I slept the whole day? He thought, a wave of shock and confusion engulfing him.

Coming up to Erion, who was still on the bed, Demir placed a firm hand on his shoulder and shook him lightly.

"Get up," Demir instructed in his usual cold tone. "You will be late for your trip to Camp 98.7."

Erion sat up, sleepily rubbing away the slumber from his digital eyes, which blinked lazily. He stretched out for his phone on the bedside table, screwing up his face at the intensity of the screen.

Don't worry," he growled out through a yawn. "We have an hour to go before we have to leave."

Both stood up, stretching for a moment before heading to the door of the room. They walk through Erion's house's titanium corridors and near the shoe rack and exit door of Erion's house, Erion got his shoes on, while Demir got his fluffy black boots on.

“I’m heading out for the trip, Dad!” Erion called out, grabbing his blue keycard.

With a beep, the door unlocked, and they stepped into the labyrinthine corridors of the colony. The metallic walls echoed their footsteps as they navigated the maze-like passages. Demir followed silently, his mind attempting to grasp the fading fragments of his dream, but they eluded him, slipping further with each step.

Finally, they arrived at a large metal door with a gleaming sign that read "SCHOOL." They entered, the hallways eerily quiet. Erion led them to his classroom, the only place with light in the blackness. The classroom was filled with students, their quiet murmurs creating a soft hum. The teacher, as ever unreadable, did not even see them come in.

"I'll be by myself," Demir said to Erion in his flat voice, "but I'll stay with you in this classroom."

Erion shuffled over to a seat near the desk, his movements slow and lazy, clearly still in the grip of exhaustion. Demir, ever observant, scanned the room for a free chair. He spotted a plastic maroon one against the wall, grabbed it, and slid it next to Erion with a quiet scrape against the floor. With a swift motion, he lowered himself into the seat, his crimson eyes glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights.

“So,” Demir started, his voice as emotionless as ever, “what are you going to do on the trip? Because I’m going to explore.” His tone was flat, yet the subtle undercurrent of anticipation was hard to ignore.

Erion barely looked up from his phone, still half asleep. He stretched his arms out in a lazy motion, letting out an exaggerated yawn. “I dunno,” he muttered, his voice muffled with sleep, “research? Work? Don’t ask me.” His eyes drooped, clearly not invested in the conversation.

Demir’s brow furrowed, a flicker of confusion in his expression. “Well, aren’t you going to the trip? You don’t even know what you’re doing?” he asked, a rare hint of shock creeping into his usually calm voice.

Erion lazily shifted in his seat, letting out another massive yawn, his voice slurred with drowsiness. “Yeah, they never really told us what we were supposed to do. They just said ‘go to Camp 98.7,’ and here I am.” He grinned sheepishly, clearly not bothered by the lack of details.

Demir’s crimson eyes narrowed, processing the information with a slow, deliberate focus. “That’s… kind of odd,” he remarked, the hint of a question hanging in his voice. He then nodded, as if understanding Erion’s apathetic attitude all too well.

As Demir sat back, a sudden realization hit him, causing his face to tighten slightly. “Oh shit, I forgot to pay you for telling me where that Murder Drone was,” Demir said bluntly, his voice without a trace of apology, but the words were laced with an unspoken sense of responsibility. “You have a cash app?”

Erion lifted his head briefly, blinking sluggishly. “Yeah, you don’t need to give me money, y’know?” he replied with a dismissive wave. “I really don’t care. I’m just glad I made it out alive.”

Demir remained unmoved, his expression unchanged. “Just let me pay you this time,” he said firmly, his voice cutting through the lazy atmosphere like a blade.

With that, Demir pulled out his phone, the screen lighting up with a cool blue glow as his fingers swiftly moved across the screen. He accessed his bank app and transferred 600 worker drone bucks into Erion’s account without any hesitation—a simple exchange of respect, even if Erion didn’t seem to care for it.

“Thanks,” Erion muttered, his voice still lethargic as he rested his head against the desk. His eyelids fluttered, almost closed, his body already surrendering to the heaviness of sleep.

Demir didn’t respond, his eyes flickering over to Erion for a moment before his gaze drifted to the classroom door, thoughts elsewhere. The quiet hum of the room filled the air as they both settled into the awkward stillness of waiting—waiting for the trip, waiting for something. It didn’t matter to Demir. He was already focused on the next step.

Demir had his resting on the table, his massive, black fluffy boots on the other side. He leaned back in his plastic chair, fingers intertwined behind his head, calm but commanding stance. His red digital eyes jumped across to Erion—cold, distant, unchanging—before shifting back to the vacant space in front.

I can’t wait until every Murder  Drone is eradicated from this planet. Then I’ll be free to live a normal life… he thought, his gaze drifting downward as the weight of that ambition settled in his mind.

With the motion almost automatic, Demir withdrew his phone and navigated its responsive interface. He opened Google News, searching for any updates. The top headline—“DOME COUNCIL ELECTIONS START NOW!”—appeared bold and brazen.

A fleeting flash of irritation crossed Demir's face. What's the use of elections? They should be more interested in strengthening our attack or defense array against the Dome threat, he raged. His red digital eyes narrowed into silent disapproval.

They'd better vote for a party that at least has some platform to stand on—someone like the Unity Party, who has a clear platform against Murder Drones. The majority of Drones in the Dome are right or center, though

Demir's thoughts strayed on as he scrolled quietly on, the buzz of the class fading into distant background murmur. His expression hardened—firm, calculating, impenetrable.

Demir closed the article about the elections and kept scrolling, intently glancing at the headlines. His crimson digital eyes flared with mild interest at one entry:

"CIVIL WAR BREAKS OUT IN THE COPORIA COLONY."

When he tapped it open, a scathing report appeared:

The infamous and already tense Reclaimers of Rust have started taking over major cities in the colony of Coporia tonight with fire-arms and violence to innocent citizens. Today, the colony's king declared, "We will stop these radical terrorists, we shall stop them, and we shall serve justice."

Demir scowled, pocketed his phone, and quietly tapped the app to close it. The news hung over him like a chill wind.

He looked intently ahead, thinking, Interesting news today.

Really interesting.

The gentle whine of the fluorescent lights hummed overhead, and the air in the room was still—until, to an appalling creak, the sleepy teacher shifted position. He slumped out of his chair with the enthusiasm of a drone driven to movement. His orange digital eyes flashed angrily as he extended his voice.

"It's time to go, class. Whatever," he croaked indolently, waving an arm as if swatting flies.

Demir, unimpressed by the teacher's indifference, sat forward a little and nudged Erion firmly in the center of the shoulder blades.

"Oi. Time to go," he supplemented in his usual cold, clipped tone.

Erion leapt to his feet like a robot gear-shifting. His cybernetic eyes snapped open in terror as he looked around him in shock.
"Whaaat?! Oh—alright…" he growled, slow-slapping his visor with a slow groan. He stood up and stretched with a sleep-filled yawn, shuffling to keep pace with the rest of the class as they flowed out behind the sleepy teacher.

The room cleared quickly, leaving Demir behind.

The moment the door closed, Demir's red digital eyes flared. With a gentle mechanical click, the Absolute Solver illuminated—the red triangular symbol pulsed, enveloping his right eye like a living sigil. A gentle hum vibrated through.

Less than a blink, Demir was no more, teleported instantly out of the colony.

Snow crunched silently beneath his feet as he transitioned into the broad, icy wastes of Copper-9. The wind was a distant moan, blowing frozen specks across the barren ground. Somewhere in the distance—perhaps 100 meters away—stood the huge colony door, towering like an industrial and metallic monolith.

Demir shaded his eyes at it.

Soon enough, Erion's class would be pouring out those steel doors, about to board for Camp 98.7.

He came around, looking to his left—and there it was: a crumpled yellow school bus of indeterminate vintage, which was stopped in an off-angle position, its paint flaking and glass faintly iced over from the chill. Its headlights dimly blinked as steam spewed from its pipes. A weary vehicle, waiting to transport weary minds.

So… that's how they’ll go to the camp? Demir thought, not committing his face to any expression.

He turned back again, looking at the heavy doors far ahead.

Let's see what this journey actually comes to… he continued muttering to himself.

The massive colony doors groaned open and a rush of cold air swept outward as Erion and the rest of his class flowed through, their breath fogging in white plumes. They streamed toward the dented, yellow school bus, its engine humming quietly like a slumbering beast ready to be awakened.

Two Murder Drones dressed strangely in casual camping attire stood off to the side, an unseemly presence against the snow-coated metal of Copper‑9's terrain.

The first was a Murder Drone female: she had on neon-yellow digital eyes glowing fiery hot against her pale silver bobcut. She had a black headband fitted to her brow, stuffed with tiny vials—each of which emitted nanite acid. Her posture was relaxed, but her gaze was keen and calculating.

At her side stood a male Murder Drone—his face calm, digital eyes almost benevolent. Demir's awareness was sparked: this was N, the same drone who had inquired, in courteous voice, asking where a purple-haired worker drone was. He scowled, recalling the courteous voice, the unnerving familiarity.

"These two Murder Drones will serve as your supervisors," the teacher announced dully behind the row, his orange digital eyes still half-closed, voice laced with disdain..

Demir felt a frisson of suspicion creep into his chest. He watched the drones warily, drinking in every detail: the vials of acid, the creepy calm in N's posture, and that creepy neon glow to the female drone's eyes. That's…  kind of weird, he told himself, all his senses heightened.

Standing slightly back, Demir smoothed his tattered red fez and regarded the pair. His red digital eyes narrowed, calculating probabilities. Why them? What's their end goal?

He stood quietly in the snow mist, ready to step in if something or someone—took a turn for the worse.

Demir stood silently as Erion's classmates boarded the tired yellow bus in a tidy single line. The air was fresh, but there was a silent anticipation as each drone battled for the coveted back seats, softly discussing the impending trip. Demir simply stood there, resting on a metal post and waiting for them to depart.

And then, suddenly, somebody appeared at the roof of the bus—a rough-faced worker drone. His teal eyes glowed beneath a brown, wide-brimmed cowboy hat and bushy, thick moustache that encircled his stern face. He had on a blue, long-sleeved jacket and heavy black boots and snapped two long black whips, each one secured to the sides of the bus.

"C'mon, girl—get movin'!" he growled in a theatrically deep, drawling cowboy tone, cracking the whips with great flourish. 

The rundown bus sprang to life at his urging. Its engine thrummed through the quiet snow-covered courtyard before the wheels even began to turn. The bus slid out of the colony, sending white powder spewing as it rolled off into the distance.

Demir's red digital eyes followed the bus until it was a small shadow on the horizon in the distance. Silence fell over the courtyard again, although disrupted by the faraway hum of equipment and drifts of unmoved snow.

He massaged his arm with his hand and growled to himself, "This day keeps getting weirder."

As the class disappeared and the peculiar bus driver out of sight, Demir was left behind, restless and alert, sensing that this trip to Camp 98.7 held more unexplainable surprises than he had ever anticipated.

Demir opened his phone and navigated the slippery interface with smooth, seasoned swipes. He signed into Google Images and searched for Camp 98.7 entrance. A thumbnail drew his eye—a picture of a narrow, snow-covered path that twisted between frosted white trees to a creaky wooden sign: CAMP 98.7 • EST 3002.

He stared intently, absorbing every detail of the sign and its background—its chipped paint, the way snow clung to the wood, the subtle lettering. All too soon, the vision was fading as ambition gained the upper hand.

Without further ado, Demir put his phone away and activated the Absolute Solver. The crimson triangular shmbol that was such an old friend appeared in his right eye, and a gentle whine resonated through his senses. He focused on the entrance from the photo, committing it to memory.

Instantly—whoosh—a burst of scarlet light sliced across the frozen wasteland, and he was standing in the very spot from the picture.

The sign loomed just a few feet before him, its wooden beam creaking in the strong gusts. Frost-bitten and lifeless, the bare trees stood huddled around him, their branches scraping against the gray heavens. There was nothing but crunching snow under his boots and the hiss of the wind.

He shut down the Absolute Solver. Now standing in front of the entrance of Camp 98.7, Demir absorbed the bleak environment, senses on full alert. The door was too tangible, the cold too tangible.

He stood waiting for the bus with Erion's class to come at any moment.

Demir stood stock still, the weight of what was to come gathering in his chest.

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Demir did not stir a limb, his posture rigid as he awaited the arrival of Erion's class bus. He scanned the landscape with fierce interest—each drifting snowflake, each naked black lifeless trees on the icy ground. A blast of chilly wind swept through, tugging at his hair, the tassel on his fez, and the frayed edge of his red cape, flapping them softly to the left.

Two Murder Drones supervising a field trip… The thought had echoed in his mind like distant thunder. That's. weird. I won't drop my guard. I'll stay alert—and keep them in my sights. His digital eyes refocused somewhat on the terrain of entrance of the camp and surrounding it.

Despite the absence of wind, Demir felt its caress—stirring the slightest whisper of snow, nipping air that only hardened his resolve. He admired the vista—not sentimentally, but knowingly. This camp is… decent. He thought, weighing the firm pathway, the weathered wooden signpost, and the muted promise of open ground. But his face did not show it, his red digital eyes revealing nothing.

Nice place to hang out and chat. he justified, steeling himself as the distant hum of the bus engine began to seep into his awareness. His attention snapped forward, ready for what was coming next.

The bus's headlights cut through the descending dusk as it inched towards the camp entrance, its weathered yellow body kicking up the pristine snow on either side. When it finally came to rest beside the rocky CAMP 98.7 • EST  3002 sign, the cowboy-driver perched on the roof cranked one last whip and leaned out over the edge.

Easy now, woah!" he bellowed in that drawling cowboy inflection, adding a double honk to the shout. "Good girl." The bus's engine thrummed in agreement as the doors slid open.

A crowd of drones flowed out in disoriented disorder, bumping each other for space to depart. Among them, conversation burst forth in overlapping conversation:

One of the male worker drones, neon-pink eyes, red-and-green woolen hat sliding over his head, strangely patterned sweater, and sneaker-boot hybrids, opened with a question:
"Have you ever wondered why—"

He never got to say the rest. A female worker drone, neon-blue eyes behind her half-oval glasses, black hair in neat pigtails, pushed him hard as she too got pushed, her book flying out of her hands and him tumbling to the snow-crunching ground.

"Hey!” she echoed loudly, grabbing her book and walking through the pathway of the entrance of the camp.

A neon-green-eyed worker drone in mismatched sporty wear silvery-blonde hair concealed by a backward-capping maroon cap with football and plug logos, and a vest over a black T-shirt with a white zero, smiled with a female friend: a maroon–hard-hat-wearing drone whose "CAMP HAIR DON'T CARE" shirt flapped as she laughed.
Demir spotted her—Lizzy, the same person who had argued at him earlier. 

And then the all-too-familiar short purple wolfcut with digital eyes the color of a sweet violet, she had a large black backpack with batwings coming out of it—the same Uzi who had visited the Dome with her father that fateful day... She paused to study the two collars that lay in her hands, slipped one onto her own neck, and walked on expressionlessly—eyes scanning the whole camp and scenery just like Demir.

Last of all, Erion crawled down, fingers gripping the straps of his plain black backpack. He lowered himself slowly onto the powdered earth and worked himself along the well-traveled snowy path.

Demir did not follow the path. He slipped between the dead skeletal trees along the outside edge of the campsite instead. He moved silently, the wind working through broken limbs, his boots making the faintest of sounds.

Demir moved stealthily between the bony black trees, the sound of his enormous fluffy boots muffled by the thick layer of snow. The trees, bare and leafless, stood like silent sentinels in the cold air. He crouched in the protection of a low thicket, pressing himself against the cold branches as he observed the scene unfold before him.

A worn, snow-covered wooden shack occupied the middle of Erion's class. Swarms of drones buzzed around it in mild confusion:

A male worker drone, with neon-blue eyes, formally dressed in a turquoise helmet above a business-style blazer, purple tie and shorts, addressed the other first.
"Uhh, Teacher… what is this field trip, exactly?" he replied, his voice laced with genuine bewilderment.

Erion, half asleep, yawned and echoed the question. "Yeah—what are we even doing here?"

The teacher, slumped over a chair astride the cabin roof, rummaged through some papers. With that habitually bored expression, he shrugged.
"Uzi's idea—ask her," he replied in his usual "I-don't-get-paid-enough-for-this" tone.

"Who?" the turquoise‑helmet drone demanded, clearly irked.

"I've sat next to you for years," was Uzi's response—intoned with passive-aggressive flatness. Her acid sentences broke the silence, and a student instinctively christian cross gesture on herself. You must be so forgettable if nobody has any idea who you are, Demir thought with a flash of cold amusement.

"Bite me! I wanted to go by myself—he's mad 'cause of your test scores!" Uzi exploded, her voice rising.

Demir, who is hidden behind a lifeless bush with spiky thorns, cringed slightly. I can tell why she’s quite forgotten. Demir thought to himself coldly.

The teacher sighed, settling into his chair. “No year‑end bonus, no learning.” His tone was final and require-it-just.

“So… we’re just unsupervised?” the turquoise‑helmet drone asked, his tone edging toward concern—

Before he could finish… CRASH!

Two Murder Drones appeared at the edge of the clearing—dressed in their incongruous camping gear and wearing expressions that shimmered between hunger and menace.

Demir instinctively placed his hand on his side, ready for action. Then the male drone—N—eased back, his face creasing into an odd, friendly grin.

"Welcome, campers! Let's sound off! One… two…" He sang out cheerfully.

Demir slowly exhaled. The tension ebbed from his shoulders as he stepped out of the bush. All eyes—students, teacher, even the two Murder Drones—were on him. The female Murder Drone emitted a casual bubble of gum, while N appeared utterly lost.

"Umm, who's that?" the turquoise‑helmet drone whispered.

Demir didn't respond, stepping away soundlessly, going toward a skeleton grove. A narrow path beckoned him.

Time to explore, he said to himself, allowing the excitement of the camp to recede behind him as he disappeared into the snowy labyrinth.

The way ahead was black—lamp posts lined the winding, snow-covered path, their warm, weak light casting long, quivering shadows on the white ground. Demir walked with a slow, almost deliberate pace, his arms swinging at his sides as the cold air nipped at his red, tattered cape. A steady wind teased at his fez's tassel and mussed his hair, causing him to shiver slightly—but it was a welcome sensation after the antiseptic inside of the camp.

In front, silhouetted against the night's darkness, stood a three-story wooden hut. The hut looked old and weathered—its darkened surface seemed to absorb the little light the lanterns gave off. Demir, his digital eyes wide with curiosity, quickened his pace.

He stretched his hand beneath his cape to clutch the frayed material more securely in place, bracing himself against the chill, and approached the creaky front door of the hut.

Here we go, he thought, attempting the handle with a gentle push—only to find it locked solid.

Naturally, he muttered under his breath, annoyance flashing across his face as his digital eyebrows furrowed.

Ugh! Naturally it's locked, he thought crankily.

In an instant, Demir triggered the Absolute Solver: the triangular red mark embedded in his right eye ignited. He flicked his hand, and a dazzling red triangular symbol shone briefly above his palm. With focused intent, it traveled to the door. With the Solver's telekinesis function, he channeled force into the wood barrier. 

BOOM!

The door shattered inward, splinters scattering, and the heavy wood flew deep into the snow. Demir stepped through the entrance and into the cabin, the glow of his eyes piercing the darkness, ready to uncover what lay within.

Demir entered the dark cabin. Moonlight filtered through broken windows, creating eerie patterns on the dusty floorboards. His crimson digital eyes scanned the room, searching every shadow.

He noticed a battered black flashlight on a leaning desk and activated the Absolute Solver. The red triangular symbol lit up in his hand, and the flashlight lifted silently, hovering about five centimeters above his shoulder. With a precise tap, Demir turned it on.

The flashlight's beam illuminated the remnants of the past: old, dust-covered books scattered on the floor, broken glass bottles sparkling in the dim light, overturned furniture, and a wooden wall that was badly damaged, with splintered planks hanging in decay.

Demir's gaze landed on a tattered calendar pinned to a nearby wall. He used the Absolute Solver to pull it gently into view.

The top half of the calendar featured a cheerful photograph of a dog, while the lower half displayed the current month—Seramorris—with three hastily written notes:

• “EVACUATE ALL DOGS! Just in case something bad happens, idk.”
• “Cool, we did that. That’s canon.”
• “ALSO, ALL DOGS ARE IMMORTAL NOW! THANKS TO SCIENCE!”

Demir frowned. Dogs? This calendar must have belonged to the humans who once lived on Copper-9, he thought quietly. Before he could think more about it, a small robotic bug appeared.

Normally, these creatures glowed red, but this one shone a soft green. Curious, Demir turned off the Absolute solver’s telekinesis on the calendar, letting it fall to the floor, and redirected the Solver to the insect.

The bug flew up and landed on his palm. A holo-screen flickered above it, showing emotive text: “:/”

It started scanning Demir slowly, each movement careful. A moment later, the holo-message changed: “WELCOME [056]! HOW CAN I HELP YOU?” Demir froze. “I never had a number,” he whispered to himself, recalling something his father had said about the human era on Copper-9 and how they assigned numbers to the Worker Drones.

He gently took off the worn red fez—his father's legacy. Inside the lining, a small circular tag was glued on, marked with a symbol and the number 056.

He pressed the fez back onto his head. The bug's holo-message flickered again: “CALL ELEVATOR.” Demir looked at the screen, confused.

“Elevator?” He asked as the holographic display displays the question Demir asked the green glowing robotic insect.

At that moment, footsteps creaked at the cabin's entrance—someone else was coming in.

Demir turned sharply toward the broken entrance of the cabin. It was now a place marked by his violent entry. He spotted her immediately: Uzi, stepping inside. He quickly turned away, trying to ignore her, but something caught the edge of his vision.

Wait, his mind rushed.

One of Uzi’s purple digital eyes was missing, replaced by the triangular Absolute Solver symbol, now tinted violet. In her free hand, she held a halo of light with a flashlight, floating there through telekinesis.

Demir’s jaw tightened in shocked understanding: so there are other Solver users!

Uzi's digital violet brow furrowed.

“What are you staring at?” she snapped, irritation lacing her tone.

In an instant, Demir’s expression shifted from shock to calmness.

“Nothing,” he said evenly, looking away. His eyes moved to the green-glowing robotic bug resting on his palm. He shoved it into his pocket. As he tucked it away, its hologram flashed “>:(” for a moment before disappearing into Demir’s pocket in his jacket.

Silence hung between them. Demir’s crimson eyes scanned the cabin thoroughly. He activated his Solver again; the red triangle pulsed, raising his flashlight and illuminating the dusty floor. Uzi did the same, using her violet Solver-eye, both working in silence.

Nothing. Just empty floorboards, dark shadows, and overturned furniture. Boring.

Demir stepped toward the broken doorway, ready to leave, when a sound erupted from the dark hallway beyond: the shuffle of crates. His senses sharpened.

He lifted the old flashlight back into view with his telekinesis—keeping it suspended in the air as light cut through the darkness.

“What the fuck was that?!” he whispered, tension creeping into his voice.

Moments later, Uzi—silent observer—raised her hovering flashlight too. Then, from outside the cabin walls, came the piercing sound of a female Worker Drone scream: sharp and terrified it seemed.

Demir and Uzi dashed to the cabin window, adrenaline pumping through their veins as the distant scream of a worker drone echoed in the night air. They pressed against the cold wooden sill, looking out at the surprising scene beyond.

On the frozen lake, Uzi’s classmates glided across the ice in wooden canoes, pulling and paddling in a strange, makeshift ice-boat formation.

At the front of one canoe stood N, looking calm and confident. A talkative female worker drone with neon cyan eyes and a streak of purple in her short blue hair leaned toward him and asked playfully, 

“So, my friend wants to know if you’d kill her family and if you’re single.”

Nearby, a tall male drone wearing a dark grey-and-green hardhat and green-tinted glasses called out happily, “Make way for the canoe train!”

He and another male drone, maroon-capped with neon green eyes, lifted another canoe carrying both Lizzy and a female Murder Drone. The female then shouted, “Sabotage minions! Plan X!”, pointing at N’s canoe. The boys bumped into theirs, starting a playful shove.

The cyan-eyed drone screamed, “I CAN’T SWIM!”, teetering at the edge until N caught her just in time. She breathed a sigh of relief, saying, “Oh… heh, thank you…” while N responded with a crisp salute “Close one.” Meanwhile, the two boys burst out laughing until they lost their balance. They slipped on the ice and dropped their canoe. Lizzy fell too, but the female Murder Drone spread her sharp metallic wings and landed softly on the frozen surface.

Demir managed a tight, humorless grin. Erion, completely unconcerned, slept in his canoe with his head drooped and mouth drooling, oblivious to the chaos around him.

Demir watched the pandemonium canoe drama, hidden and shocked, not even aware Uzi was standing there next to him—until suddenly:

SHATTER.

The window broke cleanly, tooth-shaped fissures radiating across the glass. Demir jumped, eyes focusing on Uzi. One of her bright purple digital eyes was now replaced by the plain triangular icon of the Absolute Solver, her face strained and frightened. She edged back from the broken pane, retreating in terror.

"Don't worry about that, that happened to me once," Demir said in a flat tone, his voice even and measured.

Uzi did not respond. A purple warning icon flickered on her visor. She dropped her bag with a metallic thud and pushed a hand inside. Out of the unzipped backpack fell something. unsettling—a mangled, oil-stained metal worker-drone hand. She gasped, clutching it like a lifeline.

"Why is there some creepy lookin’ hand in your ba—" Demir started, but he was cut off.

"Tick tock," said a mocking, singing female’s voice—from above.

Demir's eyes jumped up. There, perched high on the ceiling, sat the female Murder Drone from earlier. She came down in a smooth curve, settling silently on the wooden planks. Uzi, scared, thrust her bag into the corner.

"Who's this? Someone new?" the Murder Drone stroked to Uzi, voice smooth and sarcastic.

Uzi bristled, voice clipped with irritation. "Why should I know?."

The Murder Drone cocked her head, advancing, claws shining. "You said this trip was to help us catch that red-eyed Doll freak. How about some explore-y—and less peek from window creepy."

She flicked one hand into razor-sharp steel claws, sliding one near Uzi’s metal neck. Uzi reflexively slapped it aside and growled, “Working on it.”

Uzi sneered, she glances over to the shattered window, sarcasm dripping on each word. "Glad you all fit in so well. Super cool," she growled out with her fist tightening. Then the female murder drone reached back behind Uzi, tail-laced with a syringe full of nanite acid, and flashed a sadistic smile.

"Better to keep your distance, don't ya think?" she teased, glancing over at the hand in Uzi's bag.

Uzi met the Murder Drone's gaze. "Since I’ll be killing you next?" The female Murder Drone said, sarcasm dripping from her tone, tilting her head to one side.

The Murder Drone's claws moved a chill line across Uzi's visor—click—a metallic scrape that ran through the cabin. Then, in a very casual motion, she turned away.

"You know N's made friends with rocks. He'll be just fine." She shouted back over her shoulder, climbing the banister. She disappeared into the blackness above, a parting jeering smile.

Uzi exhaled slowly, her visor repairing itself. Demir glared at them both, teeth set in irritation.

I don't like that Murder Drone at all, he snarled, jaw tight in resolve.

Unbeknownst to Demir and Uzi, a female worker drone suddenly materialized behind them with barely a whisper. She had striking long, indigo hair with blunt bangs framing her face, and her neon red-orange eyes glowed eerily, as if they held secrets.

Dressed in a vibrant off-shoulder crop top of red and yellow layered over a black shirt, she wore a skirt cinched tight with a yellow belt. Her red hard hat, accented with a yellow band, gave her an almost cheerleader-like appearance—but twisted and unsettling. Tall black winter boots completed her look, lending an air of cold detachment before she vanished just as quickly as she had come.

Demir didn’t notice her disappearance; he was too focused on the exit. His battered black flashlight floated beside him under the control of the Absolute Solver. As he stepped out into the snowy wasteland beyond the cabin, the powder crunched softly with each step he took. The oppressive silence of the camp enveloped him, broken only by the sound of wind sweeping over the vast, empty plains.

The faint glow of a small green robotic bug nestled in his pocket barely flickered in the midst of the stark whiteness. Time to explore even more, he thought with a spark of determination lighting up his cold crimson digital eyes. He followed a well-trodden path through the snow, the wind snatching at the edges of his tattered cape and playfully flicking his red fez's tassel against his visor.

Reaching into his backpack with the Solver’s telekinesis, he retrieved a small juice box before sealing the pack shut again. He tore open the box, revealing thick black oil inside. Time for a sip, he thought, knowing he needed to keep his systems cool, otherwise, well you know what would happen. With a monotone shrug, he tilted the juice box to his lips, the viscous liquid sliding down as he continued his purposeful stride down the glowing path, the night deepening around him.

The wind hammered at Demir like a mischievous child testing his patience—ruthless, unrelenting gusts that tugged at his ragged cape and knocked feathery snow into his red glowing digital eyes. He barely noticed. His mission pulsed in his systems: uncover the mysteries of the Absolute Solver, track the elusive Disassembly Drones, and unearth the true history of Copper‑9.

Robo‑god, this path feels endless, he thought, irritation brewing even beneath his unreadable, frigid gaze.

He trudged onward, each footstep sounding a crisp crunch in the virgin snow—as if the world itself whispered secrets beneath his big, fluffy black boots. The dim glow of lanterns lining the pathway cast long, wavering shadows, but Demir moved straight ahead, unyielding.

His breath puffed out in ghostly white clouds. Thoughts churned: What created the Solver? Who built the Disassembly Drones—and why? What truly happened before the core exploded?

None of it mattered now. All that mattered was the path before him, and the fierce resolve driving him to walk it—no matter how far, no matter how cold.

And then, at last, he came around a bend and found another cabin—smaller and more neglected than the first. Its oak-brown door hung awry, dripping rot.

Demir hesitated, his face impassive, emotionless. His leg stiffened, then snapped outward—CRACK!—the door splintered inward in one, powerhouse blow.

Inside were nothing but the remains of home: a cold, dark fireplace and vacant, a couple of steel chairs knocked over, wooden drawers propped against a mangled wall. Dust, decay, and oblivion.

He hoisted the crumpled black light, hovering it by his side with the Absolute Solver. There was moonlight from broken windows, reflecting off pieces in the fireplace and illuminating nothing worth seeing.

With deliberate attention, Demir searched the cracks beneath the drawers, emptied their drawers entirely, peered into the fireplace. Every crevice was hollow. Not even scraps of torn paper. Not even a hint at meaning.

He sneered, his displeasure bubbling beneath his icy facade. Of course—nothing.

He strode to the threshold unceremoniously, standing. The jigging flashlight bounced at his hip. The open, undisturbed stretch of snow outside called to him deeper into the night.

Demir materialized into a snow-laden bush near the campers’ cabins using the Absolute Solver. From his hiding spot, he watched intently. There, N stood protectively before V, whose steel-clawed hands reached toward the crowded forest filled with lifeless, eerie and skeletal trees covered on soft snow in a violent spasm.

N’s glowing yellow digital brows were furrowed in anger as he hissed, “V, what are you doing? You can’t hurt Uzi!”

V snarled, “We do our jobs and that thing—”

Before she could finish, N snapped, transforming his hand into a glowing silver blade, slicing free of her grip: “I don’t know what you’re talking about because you won’t TELL ME!” N bellowed out.

V froze, “Huh?” She muttered, concern flickering in her yellow digital eyes—a rare flash of vulnerability.

Demir’s mind raced: What's happening between them?

N advanced forward towards V “What are you so afraid of?!” He asked, very infuriated.

V held her ground, blade poised. “I’m not afraid.”

“I am! Uzi is! She’s just a kid like us V! What’s wrong with you?!” he shouted, each word crackling with fierce protectiveness.

V’s expression wavered. N sighed, the edge draining from his voice. “Look after the campers,” he said quietly. Then, with steel wings extending, he soared skyward—leaving V behind.

Lizzy, who’s right next to V, “Hot.” She said plainly. V shot her a poisonous glare.

“Not hot? You’re too good for him.” Lizzy added after V’s glare reassuringly. 

Meanwhile, Erion noticed movement in the lifeless and dark bushes. He followed Demir’s silhouette through the snow. “What was that about?” Demir asked flatly.

Erion rubbed his eyes, voice lazy: “Umm—I think that purple-haired girl in my class tried to get that male Murder Drone’s attention then he blew her cover and some arrow or something flew at her… She stopped it with that same thing you have but it made something creepy, some fleshy monster and she was really worried and ran away.” Erion explained in his usual laid back and slurred voice.

Demir processed this quietly. Tension crackled around the two Murder Drones—one of them actually cared for a Worker Drone. And Demir, ever curious, couldn’t help but wonder what secrets lay behind that conflict.

Emerging from his moss‑thick bush shelter, Demir brushed errant snowflakes from his tattered coat. His crimson digital eyes glinted with steely focus as he covertly tracked Erion and his classmates. They had reconvened on the frozen lake, gathering around a makeshift fire and huddling in winter‑worn chairs, munching on roasted battery chunks. Erion? Fast asleep as usual, oblivious to the scene.

Nearby, the male drone with the turquoise helmet cleared his throat, “There was once a woman—she lived a happy, ordinary life… until she was horribly injured! They denied her repairs—they said to check her warranty. Her warranty never expired… It never existed!” He said, hie voice low and ominous.

A collective hush fell over the group before a neon‑pink‑eyed drone interjected mid-phrase “It's scary ‘cause it’s like—“ He said in his laid-back tone. Then, the drone with pigtails and cyan eyes peered up from her book, voice trembling:
“Aren’t you worried about Darren and Rebecca?” She asked, book still open. “Shouldn’t they be back from their immoral make out session?” She squeaked.

A shudder passed through the group, eyes drifting warily. Suddenly, a piercing scream cut the air. Demir froze, core thudding.

Rebecca—torn and broken—dragged herself across the ice. Her jaw creaked as she gasped out words nobody could fully comprehend.

The turquoise‑helmet drone knelt, “Rebecca!” He said, voice cracking in absolute horror. “Who did this to you?!” Lizzy also asked in a similar tone.

“Don’t… remember… name… Super… unpopular… Purple hair… hot topic..” Rebecca coughed and reached out.

Black gooey oil pooled beneath her body, as if it could never stop. Disorder ensued. Death was at the doorstep for her. Inevitable.

Demir’s breath caught. It can’t be… He stepped forward—yet refrained from revealing himself—teleporting instead to the edge of their campfire. Everyone jerked in alarm at his sudden appearance.

Demir nudged Erion with his finger quite roughly, “Wake up.” He said on his firm and monotone voice.

Erion blinked into focus and pointed toward Rebecca. “What happened to her?” He said, his tone sounding unfazed.

“We don’t yet know,” Demir replied, his tone steady but his red digital eyes betraying concern as he avoided eye-contact.

Then…

The campfire went out with a flicker—a peculiar stillness fell over the clearing. Demir snapped his head to the right; the rest of the class followed him.

There she was: Uzi. A large purple X glowed forebodingly across her visor. She staccato-breathed unevenly, then—without notice—giggled. It was a sound of shards of glass scraping together. Her recently-sprouted tail, dark purple and raptor-like with spiked heads and jagged protrusions, swished behind her. Bat-like wings, the same bruised purple hue, unfolded with a leathery crackle. This metamorphosis validated Demir's darkest suspicions.

The drone in the turquoise helmet tilted his head, brow furrowing. "Ohhh… you?" he stuttered, confusion reflected in his voice, as the others broke into shocked whispers.

They were quiet as Uzi called upon the Absolute Solver. The triangular symbol glowed about her hand like a beacon. She laughed once more—shrill and insane—then flicked her wrist. What followed was unspeakable.

With a crunch of bone-snapping certainty, the head of the turquoise-helmeted drone came free from his torso. Black oil sprayed up in a gloomy geyser. The class shrieked as one—except for Erion, who simply stood there, mesmerized.

"S–S–SPLIT UP!" screamed the neon-pink-eyed drone, each word of his quavering with fear.

The bespectacled pigtailed girl confirmed his broken logic, and they scattered in all directions. Erion alone remained by Demir's side.

“Don’t split up! STAY WITH ME TO BE SAFE!” Demir bellowed, but there was no point as they were already gone.

He pivoted. Erion trembled at his side. “Stay by m—” Demir began, but was cut off as Solver-possessed Uzi launched herself at him.

With lightning reflexes, Demir seized her mid-pounce and hurled her aside. Uzi’s eyes flicked as she landed—seeing Demir not as an enemy now, but an obstacle.

She wheeled and vanished into the trees, wings slicing through the darkness at an unnatural speed—prowling classmates, with dreadful intent.

Demir's red digital eyes narrowed. He activated the Absolute Solver. The red triangular symbol replaced one of his digital eyes, and in a burst of dazzling energy, four slender black steel tentacles sprang from his back.

This—manipulation of matter—was an art he hadn't practiced in centuries. One tendril curled protectively around Erion. One hovered ready, spinning in anticipation. The other two pulsed with energy, attuned to Demir's core.

A cracking wave of shudders coursed through him as Solver energy washed through his whole system. With a sudden jolt, Demir propelled himself and Erion into the forest—leaving in their wake a crackling, red and glowing trail.

I will rescue them all, Demir vowed, voice silent but resolution shrieking in his mind.

Erion's mouth dropped slightly at the sight—four dark steel tentacles bursting from Demir's back—but he did not squirm or try to get out. He trusted Demir. And that was all that mattered.

Demir dove into the forest, where huge, dead trees loomed like silent sentinels crowned with pristine, fluffy snow. One of his jet-black, pliable steel tentacles was still firmly coiled around Erion, keeping him in place. The atmosphere was charged with suspense as Demir's senses operated at lightning speed.

His gleaming red eyes scanned the dark. He caught motion in an instant—One of the students, the neon-pink-eyed drone, huddled in terror behind a skeletal tree. Erion said drowsily, "That's Sam," and Demir nodded fractionally, briefly.

Above them, on a gnarled branch, stood Uzi—transformed. A burning purple triangle glowed fiercely on her visor. Her bat wings, worn and torn, were clenched behind her. She drooled, her lips curving upward in an evil, hungry smile, as she crouched to pounce on Sam.

Before Uzi could strike, Demir teleported with a snap of red aura. He whipped his remaining steel tentacles—two, then four—into motion, slapping the Absolute Solver–possessed Uzi across the jaw. The impact of the blow sent her hurtling through the air, crashing into the snow 100 meters away.

Ten more jet-black tentacles erupted from Demir's back, writhing like living steel serpents. Their mirrored surfaces shone in the moonlight, sending shivers through the haunted glade.

“I will save you from the same trauma I have," Demir's voice thundered, cold and calculated as a machine.

Uzi's purple triangle blazed, conscience buried beneath primitive urge. She spread her spiked, raptor-like tail and snapped her bat-wings, flinging herself forward in a blaze of hostile intent. Her claws glinted under the starlight as she assaulted Demir, bent on vengeance.

Snow flurried from the trees that stood around them as the world went silent—broken only by the snarls of two beasts locked in a fierce, passionate fight.

Demir had barely dodged in time as Uzi, possessed and tormented by the Absolute Solver, struck at him like a beast unleashed. Her hands reached out through the air inches from his visor. But the universe was not quite willing to play along—his large, black, snow-covered boot caught up with hers. He stumbled, boots scraping on the glassy snow, his balance poised on the razor's edge of a knife.

He caught himself—just in time. A gust of icy air whipped his worn red cape to one side, flapping like a battle pennant on the cold field. I have to protect them. but I don't want to hurt her, he thought, a weighty determination clicking into place deep within his synthetic chest.

One of his black, elastic steel tentacles lashed out with precision—only for Uzi to twist her body like a snake, dodging the strike and coiling herself around the trunk of a naked, dead tree. Her hand plunged into the bark like talons. That all-consuming, unholy smile was still fixed on her face, jagged teeth bared like shattered glass—grinning with the hunger of something no longer quite alive.

Demir froze. Flashbacks overwhelmed him. Unwelcome memories, bitter and harsh, sliced through the here and now like knives—the moment he lost control, the screams, the oil, the empty faces of the dead. The one time he killed the innocent. His red digital eyes—two cold coals—shone bright for a second before he shook his head violently. Focus!

But it was too late.

From the rear—ambush. Uzi blazed away like a bolt of corrupted lightning, crashing into his back with so much power that he face-planted into the snow. The soft snowflakes taunted him, cold and unforgiving, as he hit the ground with a muffled thud.

She pinned him.

He could sense the crushing pressure of her body against his, claws shining inches from the edge of his neck, half-fanned wings behind her like a fallen angel. She crept close, smiling as if she could taste the fear she was trying to slice from him.

But Demir's insticts took over.

With an influx of Absolute Solver power crackling through his frame, his back erupted with his signature bendy, black steel tentacles. They lashed with life, like awakened serpents, and whipped out at Uzi with practiced speed. Gently—but unyieldingly—he wrapped them about her and flung her twenty meters back, a blur figure hurtling through the air before sinking gently into a snowbank.

Steam billowed from his breath as he rose again, slow and unhurried, brushing snow from his visor. His red digital eyes glinted beneath his fez, now drawn into cold, slitted resolve. No fear. No doubt. Just that icy stare, cold and unwavering.

Then…

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SHING! A silver arc of steel splits the air—V materializes in a flash, her arm morphing into a razor‑sharp blade. With surgical precision, she slices through Uzi’s hand. Black oil erupts in a violent arc, the splatter catching the moonlight like grotesque fireworks.

Uzi falls backwards, bloodless shudders coursing through her as the severed limb unwinds and reforms in spasmodic fits. She clings to the regrowing wound, terror flooding her cybernetic frame. "New body, same fears, huh, Cyn?" V's voice is thick with spite, blade-arm dropping menacingly as she comes closer.

"I… don't know who that is!" Uzi pleads, voice trembling. "Can I… talk to N?" Desperation drips from her request, her eye purple-glowing with the same.
V sneers, her blade-arm cold metal shining in the cold sky. "I'll make sure you can’t," she says, raising her arm for the fatal blow.

Suddenly, a long, black, pliable tentacle erupts between them—one of Demir's many black, curved steel limbs slams across V's sword. In an instant, he is standing before her again, scarlet energy cloak crackling around his body.

BAM! Demir's Absolute Solver energy covered fist smashes into V's abdomen. She's knocked into a nearby tree, its bark splintering. Branches tremble. V gags on her breathing.

Demir's other ten tentacles curl around him—every one a lash of living metal. One has Erion held protectively; the rest pulse with unspoken readiness.

He steps forward, visor aflame with fury, every quiver of red light a warning: "Are you crazy?! Can't you see she's in control—or do all Murder Drones come this stupid?!" His voice scorches like metal against metal, the words slicing through the forest silence.

They stand frozen in time—three warriors tempered from their suffering and mission, fate and fury vibrating silently amid the white pines.

V groans and pushes herself away from the tree, splinters of bark spinning down in a silent flurry. She rubs a streak of oil from her cheek, irritation flaring in her cold yellow eyes. "Getting in my way, huh?" she spits, her voice venomous with disdain.

Demir doesn't flinch, the red energy of the Absolute Solver crackling around him like a silent storm. "Yeah. I am." His voice is even and unwavering.

Abruptly, without warning, Uzi, still under the Solver's spell, throws herself at V from behind. Her legs and arms are wild, her stride stiff but determined, and she crashes with a thud on the soft, snow-powdered earth. The powder bursts upward, droplets catching the ambient light like fleeting stars.

Suddenly, N materializes in a burst of speed. He catches Uzi mid-air—his reflexes disturbingly fast. For a half-second of scared confusion, Uzi snaps at him, but recognition ignites in her gleaming eye when she realizes it's N, not an enemy.

"Haha, up we go!" N laughs—his voice oddly triumphant in the chaos. He hurls her forward with sufficient force she's a purple and silver streak. His metallic wings unfold, taking him in graceful pursuit through the freezing air.

Meanwhile, V narrows her eyes at Demir. He looks at her with strained resolve, red energy coursing through his systems.

V strikes first. Her arm is a razor-sharp blade in less than a second. She launches herself at Demir, the blade aimed with surgical precision for his arm. He dodges, his coat cracking with electrical energy—barely avoiding the blow.

But V is merciless. She twists, follows through, and the sword slices through his arm with surgical precision. "ARGH!" Demir's cry is sudden, spattering black oil on the snow. He stumbles, topples backward.

Demir slams his other fist into the snow and utters a command beneath his breath. In a burst of light, he teleports a couple of meters away, creating a ring of shattered snow and fractured ice around his retreat point. His lost arm regrows in a matter of seconds—metal flesh reconstituting itself as if no time has passed.

He gets up again, more savage than before. A red, crackling aura erupts around him, fuller and more intense. His visor blazes with the fiery triangular symbol of the Absolute Solver.

"Not today." Demir's voice is low and unyielding.

A red comet of energy , Demir surges forward—each footstep cracking snow beneath him in rapid staccato. A glowing trail blazes behind, illuminating the cold night air like a bloodstain across the horizon. Without pause, he snaps his leg forward, metal joints whirring: SLAM! The impact strikes V’s thigh like a sledgehammer, and she collapses, snow erupting into the air.

Demir looms over her, the red aura bathing his silhouette in righteous menace. He presses an arm across her chest, pinning her to the powdered white canvas, “Game over.” His voice is flat and merciless .

V’s yellow eyes flash—fear blooming in black oil—but before Demir can tear into her core, she dives for vengeance. Her blade-hand morphs into a compact rocket, an ominous hiss preceding the BLAST that sends Demir skidding back. He crashes through a fragile tree branch—wood snapping in protest—snow and splinters flying in a bitter wind.

He rises instantly—steadier than before. With a grunt, he continues to channel the Absolute Solver energy, the triangular symbol blinking to life over his red digital eye. Electricity crackles along his limbs, a storm contained in flesh and circuits. He steadies himself; the fight is far from over.

Demir strikes suddenly in a zig-zag burst, black boots hard-striding in the snow. Each turn disrupts V's rhythm—her eyes clenching tight, anticipating the next blow as he dances in erratic circles.

He spins on his heel, muscle unfolding, and shoots a snapping kick from his right leg at V's temple. But she catched his  leg—steel against steel. Agony flashes, and Demir spins around, hooking his left foot out at her arm. V's blade-hand clatters free, her grasp releasing.

Not missing a beat, Demir falls into a silky handstand. Gravity is defied as he snaps his right leg up like a piston—CRACK!—and his foot crushes into V's lower hear. She stumbles backward, a strangled gasp torn from her mouth.

Demir drops smoothly down, barely more than a breath lost. He steps forward and punches—boom—to V's abdomen. The punch crushes snow under their feet, V wheezing out air from her mouth.

Demir now unleashes a ruthless combination: fists burst forth in a whirlwind of motion. V counters, blade-hands clashing against his gauntleted fists—a dangerous ballet of force and metal. Each impact resonates like a knap of stage combat, punctuating their mad rhythm.

Demir’s onslaught didn’t falter—his fists pounded like war drums, raining down blow after blow as V struggled to deflect them with her sleek, razor-edged blade-hands. Sparks flew with each clash, the clash of flesh-forged metal and Solver-enhanced fury echoing through the silent, suffocating forest. The trees stood still, witnesses to this brutal ballet, their skeletal silhouettes stretching into the night sky like judgmental fingers.

Then, with a sudden retreat, Demir darted back—his boots skidding across the dead leaves—until his back kissed the bark of a twisted, ancient tree. He exploded forward with renewed force, propelling himself off the trunk with a snap of momentum, his body a coiled spring turned weapon. He spun midair and launched both legs in a devastating dropkick that slammed into V’s torso. The impact sent her hurtling through the fog-smeared treeline and crashing near the ghostly cabins of Camp 98.7, the brittle wooden porch creaking in protest, Demir drops Sam and Erion down on the snowy ground and makes his bendy dark and steel tentacles disappear. 

Before the dust had even settled, Demir vanished and reappeared in a crackling flash of red lightning, leaving behind a glowing trail like a comet tearing through the underbrush. His silhouette twisted in the air—an arc of power and precision—and his leg snapped out like a whip, driving into V’s chest with enough force to crater the earth beneath her. She gasped, stumbling back, but Demir didn’t give her room to breathe.

He pounced, pinning her to the ground with brutal efficiency. His weight bore down like iron shackles, and V grit her teeth, her blade-hands twitching at her sides. Demir reached toward her core—toward that squid-like, pulsing bundle of nerves and energy nestled in her chest. His fingertips glowed with Solver power, a red heat building like coals in a furnace. Victory was near.

But V wasn’t done.

With a snarl, she slashed upward, her blade-hand a flash of silver death. The steel cut clean through both of Demir’s forearms, sending twin geysers of black, viscous oil spraying into the air like arterial fireworks. Demir reeled back, Solver energy fizzling and flickering from his now-useless stumps. V twisted her body with serpentine grace, reversing their positions in one fluid motion and slamming him to the ground.

Demir cried out as bark and dirt exploded around him. He lay beneath her, helpless, his jaw clenched and teeth bared, as black oil gurgled from his wounds and soaked into the earth.

V loomed above, her smile crooked, sadistic. Her blade-hands trembled with excitement. “Pathetic,” she whispered with a voice like shattered glass, then giggled—a sound too high, too hollow.

Demir’s eyes darted around in panic. His circuits screamed. How? How could this be the end? I’ve survived worse—K! I fought five Murder Drones alone! He grit his teeth in frustration. Not here. Not like this.

Then came the searing pain.

V plunged her hand into his chest, ripping metal like parchment. She seized his core—his essence—a pulsating, fleshy squid-like mass, slick and vulnerable. His consciousness collapsed inward, retreating into the trembling heart of it. He saw through it now: one glowing red eye, dim with dread, filled with the raw fear of death.

And then…

A pair of headlights sliced through the darkness, twin beacons of hope in the abyss.

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Suddenly, the shriek of tires cuts through the chaos like a blade. A military-issue JEEP truck, forged from blackened, battle-worn steel, bursts through the smoke and dust, skidding in a wide arc before roaring to a halt just feet from the battle area. Demir, half-conscious, is able to pry open his dying red eye—at first, he's convinced he's hallucinating. 

But no. It's not. 

His friends have arrived.

Rian white-knuckles the wheel upfront, his face aglow with adrenaline. In the back, standing up in the open trunk, Neyan wields an AK-47, his face carved in fury. Without hesitation—

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The report of the gun is thunder in Camp 98.7. Bullets whine through the air, narrowly missing the Murder Drone, V.

"BACK OFF FROM DEMIR!" Neyan shouts, his voice raw and fearless.

The shots cause V to stumble—her clawed hand opens, and Demir's broken core falls to the ground like a falling star. Neyan falls from the trunk in a split second, his boots slamming into the dirt, his white glowing digital eyes locked on the shattered form of his friend.

He runs.

No fear. No hesitation.

Neyan dives in with Demir's lifeless body, his own hands trembling slightly as he seizes the damaged core. With the practiced simplicity of someone who has carried out this operation possibly too many times, he reinserts it into the cavity of Demir's chest, where burned wires convulse and sizzle. Reconnection sounds ring softly beneath the cacophony. Wordlessly, Neyan lifts Demir's body onto his shoulders and hauls him into the trunk of the truck.

Rian doesn't delay. He matches V's inflammatory glare—a face arranged in wrath, white-hot and vengeful—and stomps his foot down on the accelerator. The tires scream again, gravel flying everywhere as the truck lurches forward and speeds away from the camp—away from the massacre.

In the trunk, the battlefield breaks into a blur of red and smoke and death.

Inward, Neyan is hunched over Demir, eyes wide with concern. Demir's systems spasms, then lock up. Sparks flicker. Metal groans. And then—

A breath.

A glow.

Regeneration rages through his body like wildfire, stitching torn metal and broken wires back together again. His eyes burn red once again, brighter than ever.

"Ugh… my head," Demir groans, raising a hand to his temple.

He blinks at the trunk full of weapons: jetpacks, ammo belts, rifles, and heavy-caliber snipers. A mobile armory. He turns slowly to Neyan, eyes burning like two stars on fire.

"Why are you here?" he growls, voice low, too soft. "I warned Rian it was dangerous. I assume he passed on the warning. Why ignore that?"

Neyan does not flinch. His voice is sharp, unbending.

"Because we're your best friends. And friends don't let each other die alone."

Demir's face clenches, a flicker of irritation sparking behind his red gaze.

"Yeah, well I can handle it myself just fine."

"Clearly not." Neyan's voice rises. "You were going to get yourself killed out there!"

"I could've gotten out of that by myself!" Demir snaps back, the edge in his voice biting deeper.

"Oh really? Then how?" Neyan's arms cross, eyes narrow.

Demir's mouth opens, then he hesitates. "I–I… I could've… uh… I just could've!"

Neyan doesn't flinch. "Exactly."

There is silence. Not the kind that follows peace—but the kind that follows the impact of pride and truth.

And somewhere in the distant background behind them, Camp 98.7 burns with chaos.

“You two tracked me?” Demir asked, his voice curious amid the background noise.

Neyan shrugged, a small smile emerging. “I used your email and phone tracking,” he replied softly. He rested a supportive hand on Demir’s shoulder. “I’m glad we found you. Life’s been boring without you.” Demir scoffed and rolled his glowing red digital eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” he responded, feigning indifference.

With a flick, Demir summoned the green-glowing robotic bug from his torn black jacket. The device hovered, unfolded into light, and scanned his face. “WELCOME BACK [056]. HOW CAN I HELP YOU?” it chimed politely.

Neyan raised an eyebrow. “Don’t they usually glow red? Why green?” Demir shrugged again, his tone straightforward and brief. “I dunno.” He tapped the hologram. “CALL ELEVATOR.” The bug displayed the response: “In the Cabin Fever Labs.”

Demir tucked the bug back into his pocket, burying it in the folds of his worn jacket as the truck sped through Copper-9’s icy wasteland.

Silence hung in the air between them like thick snow. In the cramped cargo hold, lit only by the dim light reflecting off weapons and gear, Demir and Neyan sat in a tense stillness. Each man was lost in his own thoughts; one worried about the danger his friends had taken on, while the other felt a quiet relief.

Demir picked up his worn red fez, brushed off the dried dirt stuck to the brim, and carefully placed it back on his head. Beneath his cold exterior, uncertainty flickered. Why did you both come after me? What if you died too? Another voice whispered back, If you hadn’t shown up, I’d probably be gone. His face showed nothing—still, sharp, and empty like the frozen land outside.

Minutes later, the truck came to a stop next to the ruins of an abandoned power plant. Rusted towers reached up into the sky, their skeletal forms covered in ice—a silent reminder of Copper-9’s industrial history. 

Rian opened the cab door and stepped out with a tired grin. His matte-black construction helmet hid features that were marked by exhaustion and quiet determination. “Demir,” he said softly, gentler than Demir expected.

Demir's defences fell apart. Without saying a word, he got up and pulled Neyan and Rian into a long, tight embrace. “Thanks for saving me,” he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude.

“It’s what friends do,” they replied together, their words carrying more strength than any battle cry.

Above them, Copper-9’s red sun rose over the horizon, casting light over their faces. Demir’s bare limbs flickered in the dawn glow, glitching for a moment as the Absolute Solver’s energy steadied.

Demir spoke with a fragile calm. “Let’s rest. I work better at night.”

He climbed back into the truck’s bed and pulled the canvas cover over them. Neyan and Rian followed, and the space became a sanctuary. Amid rifles and jetpacks, Rian grabbed a blanket and a pillow from a gear bag, handing one to each of them. They settled in, uneasy but thankful.

In that small space, huddled together among the tools of war, they drifted into sleep mode. Outside, the sunrise met the rusted silence as three robo-souls navigated survival in Copper-9’s harsh reality.

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A few hours later, Demir woke up, his body creaking like old machinery. His visor lit up with a dim red glow, lines of code scrolling across his digital screen before stabilizing. He let out a hollow yawn.

He checked his phone, the glow reflecting off his cold metal pale face. The clock showed 20:00. Night had fallen, and soon the hunt would begin. Demir pulled a small metal flask from his jacket. It felt heavy with the thick, tar-black oil inside.

He twisted the cap open, releasing a sharp hiss, and tipped it back. The sticky liquid slid down his throat with a sluggish gurgle. Without it, the heat in his system would rise until his mind fractured, recalling that catastrophic day—the day of slaughter.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the faint smell of burning oil still lingering. He turned to Neyan, who was still in sleep mode with a faint blue pulse on his visor. Demir crouched and nudged him gently.

“Wake up. It’s night. We move now.” His voice was cold and low, echoing against the walls of the truck’s trunk like a mechanical growl.

Neyan’s visor blinked open, displaying static before settling into a tired but vibrant blue. He let out a long yawn and stretched his metal arms.

“Really? Feels like I only powered down for a minute!” His voice was groggy as he rubbed the sides of his head.

Demir looked at Rian. He already knew Rian would be the difficult one. Rian’s visor remained dark and still, as if he were locked in stubborn slumber. Demir’s patience quickly wore thin. He gripped Rian by the shoulders, shook him violently, and delivered a sharp slap to the side of his head. The sound of metal striking metal rang through the trunk.

“Wake up!” Demir shouted, his crimson visor flaring like a warning signal. Rian jolted upright, his visor blinking to a sluggish green.

He groaned and clutched the side of his head. “What was that for?” His tone was whiny and pained. Demir didn’t soften. He pointed toward the small cracks of the night sky visible through the slits of the truck. “Get up. The night’s waiting.” Demir’s icy voice projected.

“Alright, alright!” Rian muttered, raising his hands in a mock gesture of surrender.

“No need to kill me just to wake me up.” His golden digital eyes open slowly as he gets used to the lightning

Demir ignored the complaint, pushed open the metal latch of the trunk, and stepped onto the cold ground of the soft snow. He slid into the driver’s seat of the truck, the interior dim and humming softly with static. “Rian,” Demir said, his voice low, edged with a sinister calm, “the keys. Tonight, instead of being hunted, we hunt them.” A sharp smile crept across his face as his crimson digital eyes pulsed with a cold, amused glow.

Rian trudged out, fishing the keys from his pocket. He tossed them over without a word and climbed back into the trunk, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Nice attitude, Demir! That’s the you I remember!” Neyan cheered, his visor glowing bright with optimism. Demir slid the key into the ignition. The engine coughed and then roared to life, shaking the truck’s frame. Demir tightened his grip on the steering wheel, the cold smirk never leaving his face.

Time to hunt.

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The jeep truck’s engine roared like a caged beast unleashed, its headlights carving tunnels of light through the skeletal remains of the wasteland. Demir twisted the wheel with a sharp precision, tires spitting gravel as he left the colony shrinking behind them—a fading glow swallowed by the endless dark. His crimson digital eyes burned with cold focus, while his free hand moved with mechanical efficiency, pulling up his phone.

“Colonies near me,” he muttered, his voice flat, metallic against the hum of the motor. The screen blinked, then a name surfaced: Sevanapol. Five miles. Close enough. His fingertip tapped the route, and with a flick, he slotted the device into the matte-black phone holder on the dash. Without hesitation, he slammed his foot down, and the truck surged forward, trembling with the fury of its acceleration. The speedometer climbed past ninety, then a hundred, as Demir swerved between jagged boulders and rusting husks of machines, the suspension screaming beneath the strain.

From the back, Rian gripped the cold metal edge of the trunk, his green digital eyes wide against the streaking night. Every bump rattled his body, but it wasn’t fear that gripped him—it was awe. Demir’s control was terrifying, every swerve a brush with death, yet there was no hesitation in him. To Rian, it felt like riding with a storm given form: chaotic, violent, unstoppable. He thought of the massacre, of the power that lurked beneath Demir’s steel surface, and his chest tightened with both dread and unshakable loyalty.

Neyan, crouched beside him, pressed a steadying hand against the sniper rifle laid across his knees. His white digital eyes flickered with tension as he glanced at Demir’s silhouette through the dust-smeared glass. Every reckless turn made his systems buzz with unease. “He’s pushing too hard,” Neyan thought, jaw clenched. Yet beneath the nerves, he felt something else—a strange, rising trust. Demir wasn’t just driving a jeep; he was dragging them forward, into fate itself. Neyan exhaled, steadying himself, and clung tighter to the frame.

Ahead, Demir’s eyes never wavered from the dark horizon. Sevanapol awaited, and nothing—not the ruins, not the wasteland, not the ghosts of what they had left behind—would slow him down.

The jeep truck rumbled low as Demir maneuvered it across the endless white stretch of Copper-9’s snowy wastelands, the tires carving deep grooves into the frostbitten ground.

His hands gripped the wheel tightly, crimson digital eyes locked on the path ahead without a blink. The icy air howled past the windows, carrying the faint echoes of twisted metal from long-abandoned machinery buried beneath the snow.

Each mile seemed to blend into the next until, finally, a shadowy silhouette emerged through the blizzard haze.

Sevanapol.

Demir eased off the gas, the truck’s engine groaning in protest as he turned toward the colony’s rusted outline.

He parked near its towering, decaying gates and switched off the engine; the sudden silence felt heavier than the storm itself.

Stepping out, his boots sank into the powdery snow. His cold, digital red eyes flickered as they scanned the colony.

The settlement resembled more of a corpse than a sanctuary—its walls riddled with jagged holes, beams bent and twisted, and the faint glow of weak lights struggling against the darkness.

Compared to places like Coporia or the Dome, this was a stark display of poverty.

The trunk creaked open behind him. Rian and Neyan hopped down onto the snow, rifles slung at their sides, their movements both practiced and tense.

Neyan’s white digital eyes darted across the broken structures, flickering slightly as if the sight itself disturbed his circuitry.

“Yikes,” he muttered, his voice tinged with nervousness. “Now that looks terrible.” His words fogged in the frigid air, dissipating into silence almost instantly.

Rian stepped up beside him, his gold digital eyes narrowing as he surveyed the crooked towers and half-buried shacks.

The place reeked of abandonment, despair etched into every corner. “Yeah…” he replied quietly, his tone more weary than sarcastic. “Horrible barely scratches the surface.”

Demir’s expression remained unreadable, but his slow, cold nod spoke volumes. The three of them stood before Sevanapol—alone, watchful, and uncertain.

Then suddenly—

“WATCH OUT!” Demir’s voice sliced through the stillness, sharp and commanding. In one smooth motion, he pushed Neyan and Rian aside, his body twisting as instinct kicked in.

BOOM!

The ground erupted beneath them, fire and force exploding in a savage roar. A column of orange and red shot up into the sky, swirling together like wild spirits. Shards of metal and stone whizzed through the air, the shockwave shaking them to their core.

Demir took the brunt of it. His left arm was torn apart in the blast, reduced to mangled metal and sparking wires. It was a gruesome sight—black oil gushed and splattered across the snow, staining it like blood on a battlefield. The acrid smell of burnt circuitry filled the air.

“Are you alright!?” Rian and Neyan shouted in unison, their voices laced with panic, digital eyes wide with horror.

Demir staggered forward, his crimson eyes blazing with cold fury. He took a deep breath, and then something incredible happened—the severed stump began to shimmer, strands of red light weaving together as the Absolute Solver activated. Metal tendrils sprouted and reshaped, crafting a brand-new arm from thin air. The transformation was both grotesque and awe-inspiring, a slow rebirth of machinery under his command.

He flexed the regenerated hand, a faint crimson glow pulsing through the seams, before speaking in that icy, detached tone that carried more weight than the explosion itself.

“Come on. I think it’s a Murder Drone.”

His words echoed into the haze of smoke and fire.

The three of them fixed their gaze ahead, determination igniting their stances. From the shadows of the ruined colony entrance, a figure emerged.

A female Murder Drone—striking, eerie, and chillingly calm. Her long, straight, white hair danced in the wind like strands of silk, framing her face. A tiny tophat perched neatly on her head, almost mocking in its delicate absurdity. Draped over her shoulders, a massive black cloak billowed like wings of death itself, swallowing the flames.

Her yellow digital eyes gleamed like predatory lanterns, locked on them with hungry intent.

The battlefield was set.

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The air still quivered from the shock of the explosion. Smoke hissed from the gaping earth, orange flames flickering against the endless white expanse of Copper-9’s wasteland. The snow, once pristine and untouched, was now charred and marred, each ember melting small craters into its delicate surface.

Demir stood at the center of it all, his crimson digital eyes glowing coldly through the haze. His left arm—destroyed just moments ago—now pulsed with raw, unnatural energy, Solver-forged metal seamlessly stitching itself back together. Oil dripped from the snow like blood on a battlefield, yet his stance remained steady, unyielding.

Neyan and Rian flanked him, gripping their sniper rifles tightly, their white and gold eyes reflecting the fiery glow. Both were wide-eyed and tense, but resolute—the kind of resolve that comes from knowing there’s no turning back.

The air still trembled with the aftershock of the explosion. Smoke hissed from the torn earth, orange flames flickering against the endless white of Copper-9’s wasteland. The snow, once silent and untouched, was now blackened and scarred, each ember melting craters into its fragile surface.

Demir stood at the heart of it all, his crimson digital eyes glowing coldly through the haze. His left arm—obliterated moments before—now pulsed with raw, unnatural energy, Solver-forged metal knitting itself seamlessly into place. Oil still dripped from the snow like blood staining a battlefield, but his stance was steady, unshaken.

Neyan and Rian flanked behind him, sniper rifles gripped tight, their white and gold eyes reflecting the fiery glow. Both were wide-eyed, tense, but steady—the kind of steadiness carved from knowing there was no turning back.

And then the smoke shifted. A silhouette emerged.

She glided forward like a phantom, the long black cloak wrapping around her frame and trailing across the snow as though darkness itself obeyed her. Her hair, white as sharpened steel, shimmered under the glow of the fire, strands dancing in the wind. Atop her head rested a small, almost mocking tophat—an eerie crown for a predator.

Her yellow digital eyes locked onto them with predatory hunger, gleaming like molten lanterns.

Neyan and Rian didn’t waste a second—both of them yanked open the trunk of the matte black jeep and pulled out thick, shiny .50 caliber rounds, each one heavy enough to take down a steel wall. Their white and gold digital eyes flickered with determination as they slid the massive cartridges into their sniper rifles. The sharp metallic clack-clack of the chambers locking into place sliced through the icy wind.

Meanwhile, the female Murder Drone was the first to strike, her cloak snapping like the wings of a ghost. Her claws slashed forward, but she found only empty air—Demir had already called upon the Absolute Solver, its crimson symbol glowing in one of his digital eyes. Energy surged through him, wrapping him in a red crackling aura that felt like living lightning.

In one fluid motion, Demir’s leg shot up—CRACK!—his boot slammed into her midsection, sending her staggering back through the snow. The impact carved a trench in the ice as she skidded, her cloak flaring wide before she regained her balance, her yellow eyes narrowing in annoyance.

“Now!” Rian shouted, and both rifles roared to life.

BOOM. BOOM. The thunder of the .50 cal rounds echoed across the wasteland, each bullet slicing through the air like meteors. The female Murder Drone darted aside with inhuman speed, her cloak swirling as the rounds ripped through the snow, each missed shot erupting in a geyser of ice and dirt. She weaved in jagged zigzags, her movements a blur too quick for the untrained eye to catch.

She wasn’t retreating—she was closing in on Neyan and Rian.

Her cloak billowed around her like a storm, yellow eyes locked onto the two snipers hiding behind cover. The ground cracked beneath her every step as she launched herself forward in a deadly sprint.

But then a streak of red sliced across the battlefield.

Demir zipped forward, teleportation bursts leaving a glowing scar of crimson light in the frozen air. In the blink of an eye, he was right on her, spinning mid-stride and driving the back of his heel straight into her thigh.

The strike connected with brutal precision. CRUNCH.

She hissed sharply, her digital eyes flaring in pain, her cloak fluttering in disarray. She faltered for the first time, legs trembling under the force of the blow—but she did not fall. Slowly, she straightened, her cloak wrapping tightly around her again like a shield. Her yellow gaze burned hotter, filled with venom, fixed squarely on Demir.

The dance had only just begun.

She charged at him the instant her sharp, yellow digital eyes spotted Neyan and Rian loading fresh .50 caliber rounds into their massive sniper rifles. The snow beneath her boots crunched loudly as she sprinted, her cloak billowing out behind her like a dark storm.

Demir’s crimson digital eyes widened just a fraction—barely noticeable—and he twisted his body to the side, feeling the rush of her strike pass him by. But she wasn’t about to let up. Her fist slammed into his abdomen with a metallic THUNK, the impact reverberating through his frame. Pain shot through his core, causing his circuits to flicker for a moment, and he hissed through clenched teeth.

“Oropsu çocuğu!” (Motherfucker!) He spat, the Turkish curse, slicing through the icy air like a knife. Despite the hit, he dug his boots into the snow, crunching against the frost, determined not to go down.

A red, crackling aura flared to life around him as the Absolute Solver surged through every part of him. His triangular eye symbol blazed like molten lava, and in a flash, he began to teleport in erratic arcs around her. Each blink of movement left behind a glowing crimson trail that flickered against the snow, disorienting her and forcing her to second-guess every attack.

Her confident expression shifted to one of confusion, her yellow digital eyes darting as she tried to anticipate his movements, but the red streaks of energy made it nearly impossible. The hunter had transformed into an untouchable force, a whirlwind of light and steel, dancing unpredictably around the one who thought she would control the battlefield.

Every corebeat, every split second, was thick with tension—the clash of two predators, each calculating their next lethal move.

Demir darted across the battlefield like a ghost, appearing and disappearing in sharp flashes of crackling light. Each sudden reappearance tested the patience of the female Murder Drone, her head whipping from side to side, optics narrowing in frustration.

“Quit hiding!” she hissed, her voice laced with venom, metallic fangs glinting as her words dripped with both anger and urgency.

In the blink of an eye, Demir materialized right at her side, twisting his body with fierce momentum. His fist connected with the edge of her jaw, producing a sickening crack.

“OOF!” The Murder Drone let out a guttural grunt as she was sent flying backward, her body slicing through the air like a shattered missile. She crashed into the twisted remains of a lifeless tree, the brittle bark splintering on impact, debris scattering across the snow as the dark trunk creaked and leaned.

Demir didn’t waste a moment. He shot forward again, his red optics blazing with ruthless determination, wings cutting through the frigid air. But when he arrived at the spot—

—there was nothing.

The snow swirled emptily where she should have been.

Then—

BAM!

A steel-plated heel slammed into Demir’s back with the force of a sledgehammer. His chest hit the frozen ground, snow exploding around him in a cloud of icy dust. He barely had time to recover before the female Murder Drone landed on top of him, pinning him down with the precision of a predator. Her weight pressed him deep into the frost, her claws digging in as her optics glowed with a twisted satisfaction.

The flat, snowy plain shuddered as Neyan’s matte-black sniper rifle roared to life, sending a 50 caliber bullet slicing through the air. It hit its mark, crashing into the Murder Drone’s arm with a bone-crunching CRACK.

The aftermath was immediate and gruesome.

A jet of thick, black oil erupted, spraying across the white snow in a wide arc. The stark contrast was shocking—dark splatters marring the pristine landscape. The Murder Drone let out a shriek, a metallic wail that echoed unnaturally across the vast emptiness. Sparks flew from the wound, sizzling against the snow before fading away.

Demir didn’t waste a moment.

His red digital eyes narrowed into slits, and with a surge of unnatural energy, he shoved her down. The impact boomed like thunder, sending snow flying outward in a halo. The plain was so open and silent that every crack of metal, every hiss of leaking oil, felt deafening.

Then came the transformation.

A surge of power coursed through Demir’s body, warping the air around him. With a sickening metallic RRRKKK, six appendages burst from his back. They weren’t graceful—they were nightmarish: twisted steel formed into long, writhing shapes that ended in blades sharp enough to catch the faint moonlight. They swayed above him like the limbs of a predatory insect.

The Murder Drone’s optics widened, flickering with fear.

SHLK!
The first tendril shot straight through her midsection, pinning her to the ground.

SHLK-SHLK-SHLK!
More followed, stabbing into her chest, her hip, her shoulder, each thrust spraying that tar-like oil across the open plain. The snow beneath her darkened with every strike, spreading into a grotesque inkblot on the ground.

Her scream was unbearable, a mix of mechanical feedback and wet human tones, carried across the plain in distorted echoes.

Demir’s cold smile remained unchanged. He leaned in closer, his breath visible in the frigid air, while his tendrils twisted, tearing her apart from the inside. Armor snapped like brittle bones. Cables ripped apart like veins. The sound of it was wet, grinding, wrong.

Finally, her chest split open, revealing the grotesque truth—her pulsating fleshy core, beating faintly, like some squid-like parasite.

Demir’s clawed hand shot forward, sinking into the cavity. He wrapped his fingers around the core. Its texture was disgusting—wet, rubbery, pulsing as though it resisted him.

Her screams peaked, so loud the emptiness of the plains seemed to shiver with it. Black oil bubbled from her mouth, splattering Demir’s face and dripping from his chin in thick streams.

And then—

CRUNCH.

The core collapsed in his grasp with a revolting squelch. The glow inside it blinked out, extinguished like a dying star.

Her body convulsed once, violently, before going limp. The echoes of her scream faded into silence, leaving only the crackle of Demir’s aura and the drip… drip… drip of oil onto snow.

The vast plain was quiet again, save for the hiss of cooling metal. The Murder Drone’s body lay broken and unrecognizable, twisted into a heap of ruined plating and soaked snow.

Demir rose slowly, tendrils retracting with a wet, slithering sound back into his frame. His crimson aura fizzled out like fading embers, leaving his silhouette stark against the moonlit emptiness.

For a fleeting second, he looked like a warrior emerging victorious on an open battlefield. But the truth was more monstrous. Demir hadn’t just defeated his enemy—he had desecrated her, turned the plain into a stage for something horrific.

And deep inside, the Absolute Solver whispered its approval.

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Demir teleports to Rian and Neyan in a flicker of red light, materializing before them as the cold winds of Copper-9 bite at their frames. Both of their digital eyes—Rian’s gold and Neyan’s pale white—widen with shock at what they had just witnessed. Oil still stained the snow behind him like tar spilled on a white canvas, a reminder of Demir’s merciless display.

“What?” Demir’s voice cut through the silence like a blade, firm and sharpened with ice. “These Murder Drones were brutal to our own kind… so that gives me every right to be brutal to them.” His crimson digital eyes burned cold, unflinching.

Rian and Neyan exchanged a long glance, silent but heavy with thought. Finally, they both gave a slight nod, their grips tightening on the matte-black sniper rifles slung in their hands. They understood—even if it unsettled them.

“So…” Neyan broke the silence, his voice curious but cautious, the glow of his white digital eyes flickering faintly. “Where are we going tomorrow?”

Demir’s gaze shifted toward the pale horizon, the snow stretching endless and bleak. “Where that freaky robo-bug told me,” he said, voice low and steady. “Cabin Fever Labs.”

“Why?” Rian asked lazily, though his tone carried an undercurrent of unease. His gold eyes scanned Demir as if trying to read something deeper in his expression.

“I don’t know.” Demir’s reply was blunt, cold as ever. “I’ve got a good feeling about it.”

The wind howled faintly through the skeletal trees nearby, almost like the world itself was whispering its warnings.

Demir tilted his head back, his cold crimson digital eyes locking onto the horizon. The bright red sun of Copper-9 was slowly dragging itself upward, staining the snowy wastelands in hues of blood and rust. The light bled across the plain white expanse, catching on the skeletal trees and making their jagged shadows stretch long and twisted, like claws reaching for the sky.

“Come on,” Demir said firmly, his voice carrying the same icy authority as always. “Time to sleep.”

Without hesitation, he climbed into the matte-black jeep’s trunk, the metal creaking softly beneath his weight. He stretched out, the cold steel frame serving as his bed, and pulled a rough blanket across himself.

Neyan and Rian exchanged a glance—exhaustion weighing on their faces, yet relief softening their stances. Wordlessly, they followed Demir. Each placed their sniper rifles carefully against the side of the trunk, the matte barrels gleaming faintly in the red dawn light.

Rian then reached up and pulled the heavy roof of the trunk down, sealing them inside the dark, metallic cocoon. The faint thud of the hatch closing muted the distant winds, leaving only the sound of their slow, synchronized breaths.

They each lay down side by side, drawing worn blankets over themselves and resting their heads on makeshift pillows. Outside, Copper-9’s wastelands continued their silent vigil, the rising sun washing the world in crimson, while inside the truck’s trunk, three hunters surrendered to a rare and fragile sleep.

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In the dead of night, while Demir, Rian, and Neyan were crammed into the tight trunk of the Jeep, an eerie silence enveloped them—until a creak shattered the stillness.

Demir’s crimson eyes flew open, his body tensing as every instinct kicked in. A shadow slipped through the narrow gaps of the trunk’s cover, moving with an unsettling grace, like smoke with a purpose.

Then came the footsteps. Slow. Calculated. Intentional.

Demir’s Absolute Solver jolted to life, a triangular symbol flaring in place of one of his cold, red eyes. Energy surged through him like molten lava, sharpening his every move.

Without a moment’s pause, he ripped off the cover and lunged forward. His strike sliced through empty space—whoever it was had evaded him with practiced skill.

Demir hit the ground hard, eyes blazing, and there she was.

A Worker Drone. Female. Her long, indigo hair flowed like ink under the moonlight, blunt bangs casting a sharp shadow over her neon red-orange eyes that glimmered with a predatory calm.

She sported a red-and-yellow off-shoulder crop top layered over a black shirt, paired with a skirt cinched by a bold yellow belt. A matching red hard hat with a yellow band perched on her head, giving her an outfit that eerily resembled a cheerleader’s uniform. Her tall black winter boots clicked against the ground as she shifted her weight, completely unfazed by Demir’s aggressive stance.

“Привет.” (Hello.) Her voice was smooth, icy, and unwavering.

Demir narrowed his gaze, his response equally frosty.

“Merhaba.” (Hello.)

Demir’s voice sliced through the stillness, low and sharp like a winter chill. “What do you want?”

The atmosphere thickened, heavy with a tension that seemed to seep beneath the metal shells of their bodies.

The female worker drone’s eyes glimmered like molten coals in the dark. Her response came slowly, carefully, devoid of any warmth. “Эта ошибка.” (That bug.)

Demir narrowed his crimson gaze, his tone turning even colder. “Why? What’s it to you?”

From inside his jacket, he revealed a small insect-shaped device. The robo-bug pulsed with a sickly green light, casting a faint glow that danced in the shadows between them. It twitched in his palm, almost as if it were alive.

The intruder’s face remained a mask, as unyielding as ice. “Это не твоe дело.” (It’s none of your business.)

Then, without warning, her eye shifted—lines fracturing and converging into the jagged, triangular mark of the Absolute Solver. A faint mechanical hum filled the air, and the surrounding darkness seemed to pull back.

She flicked her wrist. Reality itself appeared to warp under her command as a telekinetic force surged forward, invisible threads reaching toward the glowing insect. The snow on the ground swirled in little eddies, disturbed by the unseen pressure.

But Demir’s grip was unyielding. His fingers clamped around the robo-bug like a vice, the solver’s eerie energy crackling against his own as the triangular symbol flared across one of his crimson eyes. The clash of their wills resonated in the silence, two forces colliding—unseen, yet heavy enough to crush the night.

“It’s my business because you want it so badly.” Demir’s voice cut through the night, icy and relentless, each word laced with barely contained rage.

In an instant, the energy of the Absolute Solver surged within him—its familiar crackle igniting against his skin, arcs of red lightning snapping and swirling like ravenous serpents. The aura wrapped around him, a ghostly shroud of violence. In the blink of an eye, he warped, folding into the air, and then—snap—he appeared behind her, his leg already slicing through the space with a brutal roundhouse kick.

But she was quicker than most, her reflexes honed by something unnatural. Her arm shot up like a steel barrier, intercepting his strike mid-swing. The impact rang out, metal clashing against metal, sharp enough to echo through the trees. With a flick of her wrist, she pushed him back, sending Demir skidding across the snow, his boots carving jagged lines in the frost.

A smirk curled her mouth, and the word slipped from her mouth, venom wrapped in calmness: “Жалкий.” (Pathetic.)

Then her digital eye ignited—burning with the Solver’s triangular mark. From the dark void of her hand, blades emerged. One, two, five, ten. Each knife glimmered with an unnatural sharpness, conjured from nothing but her will and malice. They hovered in the air for a breathless moment, like a halo of death, before launching forward with bone-crushing speed.

They whistled through the night, slicing the air, a storm of death aimed straight at his chest.

Demir twisted, ducked, and vanished—his body flickering like a glitch in reality as he evaded, the blades embedding themselves into the ground, the Jeep’s frame, the bark of nearby trees. Sparks erupted. Steel screamed.

But one knife grazed him, just barely. A thin line of silver sliced across his arm, sparks flying as his plating hissed in protest. Demir gritted his teeth, crimson eyes glowing with something darker than pain.

The snow now carried the scent of burning ozone, charged with the clash of their powers. The air itself seemed to tremble, waiting.

Demir vanished in a flash of red—crack—and suddenly appeared above her, the energy of the Absolute Solver crackling in arcs around him. He twisted mid-air like a predator coiling for the kill, building momentum as he spun. Then, with a swift, merciless drop, his heel came crashing down like a guillotine.

The impact reverberated through her, forcing her back a step, her boots digging into the snow. She staggered, nearly losing her footing, but managed to steady herself with a fierce snarl, her neon-orange eyes glowing brighter in defiance.

Demir landed softly, his weight spreading through him as if he’d practiced this move a thousand times. He crouched low, his boots barely making a sound against the frost, then rose in a smooth, deliberate motion—silent, controlled, and predatory. Like a cat that had just cornered its prey.

His crimson gaze locked onto hers, and his words fell with chilling precision, each one sharp as ice:
“Can you just piss off? Zavallı parazit.”
(Pathetic parasite.)

His voice was calm, almost unnervingly so—but beneath that calm simmered something jagged: fury held in check, irritation honed to a razor’s edge, resentment buried deep yet unmistakable. Each syllable dripped with the venom he chose not to unleash completely.

For a moment, the air between them felt thick, frost gathering in the silence. Then she straightened, brushing off imaginary dust from her skirt, a small, bitter smile curling her lips.

Her reply came in a low murmur, steady yet as cold and deliberate as the night itself:
“Боюсь, это невозможно.”
(I’m afraid that’s not possible.)

The words hung in the air like smoke, slow and suffocating, as if she had already decided this confrontation would end in chaos.

Then—slip.

Demir’s grip wavered for just a heartbeat, one hand loosening ever so slightly. Suddenly, the green-glowing robo-bug appeared, its vibrant light spilling out like a beacon in the dark. The female worker drone’s lips curled into a sly, predatory smirk. Her triangular solver-eye flared to life, and with a quick, unseen tug of telekinesis, the bug shot from Demir’s palm straight into her grasp.

Before Demir could even let out a curse, she spun on her heel, her cloak and hair swirling like a tempest behind her, and took off. She flickered in and out of sight—teleportation mixed with bursts of incredible speed—her silhouette dancing like a ghost. In mere seconds, she was disappearing into the snowy landscape.

“Son of a—” Demir hissed, then turned and sprinted back to the jeep. He yanked open the trunk with frantic urgency, his crimson eyes blazing. Neyan and Rian stirred groggily, blinking in confusion, only to be jolted from their half-sleep as Demir shook them both vigorously.

“Wake up! We’ve got an emergency! No time for questions—grab your rifles and be ready to take down a female worker drone. We’re going after her!” His voice was sharp and urgent, slicing through their daze like a knife.

Without waiting for a reply, he jumped into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life with a fierce growl, tires digging into the snow as the jeep surged forward, headlights cutting through the pale wasteland in hot pursuit.

In the back, Rian groaned, rubbing his digital eyes, still heavy with sleep. He fumbled for his sniper rifle, loading it with sluggish hands. “Do you think Demir’s lost it? I barely got any sleep!” he grumbled, his voice a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

Neyan, though still bleary-eyed, moved quicker—snapping open his rifle and sliding in a magazine. His white digital gaze darted toward the trail of disturbed snow where the jeep chased after the fleeing drone. His voice was low but laced with concern:

“Maybe. But if Demir’s this desperate… it must be important.”

The jeep thundered into the night, three sets of digital eyes burning with tension, each for a different reason.

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Demir’s foot slammed down on the pedal with a fierce intensity, the jeep roaring like a wild beast unleashed as it tore across the endless snows of Copper-9. The speedometer needle shot past 100 mph, the engine growling with a deep, guttural sound, tires gripping the frozen ground and sending shards of ice flying behind. Up ahead, faint imprints—jagged footsteps half-buried in the drifting frost—created a ghostly trail that Demir followed with relentless determination.

His digital crimson eyes, usually cold and emotionless, now blazed with unrestrained fury. They were fixed ahead, unblinking, digital eyes quivering with a violent energy. Each second that ticked by with that bug in her hands stoked his anger hotter, his aura practically vibrating in sync with the dark crackle of the Absolute Solver within him.

“Target spotted!” Neyan’s sharp voice sliced through the roar of the engine. He raised his matte-black sniper rifle, the metal catching a faint glimmer under the moon’s soft glow. Rian mirrored him, his golden eyes narrowing, knuckles white against the grip of his weapon.

Both rifles erupted. BOOM! BOOM! Two .50 caliber rounds shot across the wasteland like meteors, hissing through the frigid air toward the fleeing figure.

But she was quicker. Her neon solver-eye pulsed, and with a flick of her wrist, the bullets froze midair, suspended just inches from her head. She didn’t falter, didn’t even look back—her body kept shifting and darting forward, teleporting in a blur against the white landscape. The shells trembled violently as if fighting against her hold, then twisted in mid-flight, metal screeching as their paths reversed.

“Shit!” Rian cursed.

The redirected rounds shot back, hurtling toward the jeep in a streak of molten silver. They slammed into the reinforced plating of the vehicle with bone-rattling clangs, sparks bursting in flashes of orange and yellow. The bulletproof shell held firm, but the echoes reverberated through the cabin, a stark reminder that she wasn’t just running—she was toying with them.

Demir’s grip on the wheel tightened until it creaked, his voice a low growl that cut through the rattling metal.
“She’s not getting away.”

And with another brutal stomp, the jeep lunged forward into the night, hunting her like prey.

Neyan and Rian operated like well-oiled machines under the relentless fire, their matte-black sniper rifles thumping against their shoulders with each thunderous CRACK. Shells whistled through the frigid air, slicing white lines across the horizon, but the female worker drone glided like smoke—zigzagging, flickering in and out of sight with quick bursts of teleportation. When a bullet came too close for comfort, her solver-eye pulsed, freezing the round midair before it twisted back violently toward the jeep.

CLANG—CLANG—CLANG!
The redirected fire pounded against the armored shell, sparks dancing like fireflies in the night. The desolate landscape of Copper-9 resonated with the metallic symphony of chaos—gunfire tearing through the sky, bullets whining, steel shrieking as it collided with its own kind. The air felt electric, every sound sharp enough to cut through flesh.

Inside the jeep, Demir pushed the truck to its limits. The engine roared in protest, pistons screaming, gears grinding as he slammed the pedal down to the floor. The vehicle rattled as if it might fall apart, yet it devoured the snow, skidding and swerving as Demir tried to corner her, forcing her into a trap she couldn’t escape.

His digital crimson eyes pulsed even more red, cold light flickering with the static of his fury. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that the material creaked under the strain, as if the truck itself could sense his anger seeping into its frame.

This little bitch… ruining everything.
The thought hissed in his mind like poison. His teeth ground together, metal clicking against metal. His digital red brows furrowed low, a tempest of rage etched across his face as he leaned forward, shoulders taut like a drawn bow.

The jeep surged forward, snow exploding in waves beneath its wheels. Demir’s entire being radiated fury, every movement precise and vicious, like a predator that had been denied its prey for far too long.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, the desolate landscape began to transform. The horizon sharpened into jagged outlines—towering structures loomed from the snow like the gravestones of a long-lost empire. Their frames were dark and skeletal, riddled with rust and shadows. Some leaned precariously, while others had crumbled inward, creating gaping pits that seemed to plunge into the abyss below. The entire area felt like a maze of steel and silence, an industrial graveyard where even the wind seemed to murmur secrets.

Demir squinted as the truck charged ahead, its wheels cutting through the snow. But then—he spotted it.

The female worker drone had come to a halt. She stood completely still among the towering structures, her indigo hair whipping wildly in the storm, her digital eyes fixed ahead. And next to her…

Demir’s cold crimson eyes widened in shock. His processor nearly froze.

There was a human.

The figure was unmistakably female, dressed in a worn, patched astronaut suit that felt both ancient and defiantly bold. A tinted visor obscured her face, but what adorned it was striking: a rainbow sticker, its colors faded yet resilient against the passage of time, and beneath it, a smiling face decal that seemed like a cruel joke in the midst of the wasteland’s despair. Atop her helmet sat a JCJenson-branded cap, its logo frayed but still legible, and tied at the back was a wide, black bow—slightly askew, almost teasing in its charm.

But it wasn’t just her.

Hovering beside the human, wings buzzing with a menacing hum, was a Murder Drone. A female Disassembly Unit.

She was a stunning embodiment of death wrapped in elegance—long, shiny silver hair styled into high twin pigtails, each tied with sleek black ribbons that danced like a predator’s lure. Her neon-yellow eyes blazed against the storm, framed by a black headband adorned with five smaller eyes—each glowing softly, each a reservoir of nanite acid, their hue matching the hellish glint of her visor. Her slender black tail swayed lazily behind her, ending in a sharp point that hinted at danger, brimming with the same caustic poison.

Her attire gave her an unnerving air of precision: a short-sleeved black shirt with side pockets beneath a tailored blazer, cinched at the waist by a leather belt that doubled as a skirt. A dark yellow shirt and tie completed the look, dressing her in professionalism that felt twisted, ironic—an executioner wearing the guise of authority. Her legs, clad in what appeared to be stockings and suspenders, were in truth segmented pieces of her chassis, mechanical yet disturbingly humanlike. On her left arm gleamed a yellow armband stamped with a skull insignia, a mark of her identity, her rank, her inevitability.

Demir’s hands froze on the wheel. His breath caught in his throat.

The truck screeched to a halt just short of the towers, snow exploding around its tires in a blinding spray. Inside the cab, silence consumed them.

Demir’s jaw slackened, his mouth falling open in sheer disbelief. His crimson digital eyes, always so cold, flickered with a rare and jagged tremor of shock. For the first time in what felt like forever, Demir could only stare.

A human.
A Murder Drone.
Standing side by side.

Demir gripped the edge of the jeep truck’s door tightly as he swung himself down from the driver’s seat, his boots crunching heavily into the snow. The faint hiss of exhaust drifted behind him, rising into the frigid air like a warning signal. His crimson eyes, which had burned with fury during the chase, now settled back into their usual icy demeanor—hard and unyielding, as if they were sculpted from the very ice of Copper-9.

Rian and Neyan trailed behind him, their movements cautious, their sniper rifles still held firmly, barrels glinting in the pale, fractured light of the setting sun. Their shock mirrored Demir’s, but unlike him, it weighed heavily on their shoulders. The silence enveloping them was thick—almost suffocating. Even the wind seemed to pause, carrying only the distant, mournful groan of the abandoned towers.

At last, Demir’s voice broke the stillness, sharp and bitter:
“What are you playing at?” His words dripped with venom, each syllable laced with disdain. He stepped forward, the snow crunching beneath his feet. “Stealing. And now you’re working with a human—” his glare shot toward the figure in the tinted helmet, then flicked to the hovering Murder Drone beside her, “—and a Murder Drone? Do you have no shame?”

The female worker drone didn’t flinch. Her eyes, faintly glowing in the snowy haze, locked onto him like twin daggers. When she spoke, her voice was cold and metallic, yet beneath it, a hint of venom lingered:

“Как я уже сказал, это не твоe дело.”

(As I said, it’s none of your business.)

The Russian rolled off her tongue like frost creeping across glass, biting and dismissive, each syllable a sharp slap of cold air.

Snow danced across the plain, with distant towers standing like jagged teeth against the darkening sky. The sound of footsteps crunching through the frost signaled the arrival of others—so subtle that Demir almost mistook it for the wind at first. But then, the figures came into focus. A new group. One he recognized.

Demir’s crimson digital eyes widened behind his mask of icy calm. Rian and Neyan tensed beside him, their sniper rifles still raised, breaths heavy in the stillness.

First, a female Worker Drone appeared: her neon digital purple eyes glowed softly in the dim light, and her short, dull purple hair was tucked neatly under a black-striped beanie, topped with a gray bobble that bobbed gently in the cold breeze. Her black boots crunched against the snow, and long socks with alternating dark and light purple stripes peeked out from beneath. She wore a deep black hoodie emblazoned with a white emblem—a low-battery icon crossed by two bones in an “X.” Two white stripes adorned the bottom, and long black fur lined the collar and hem. On her left bicep, a Secchi disk symbol gleamed, while around her neck hung a black choker featuring a skull and the number “002” stamped on it.

This was Khan’s daughter—the girl who had come with Khan to their school on that fateful day. Memories flickered in Demir’s mind; the pain, the loss, the promise.

Beside her floated a female Disassembly / Murder Drone: her neon digital yellow eyes glowed like embers, and her silver hair was cut into a sharp bob. She sported a black headband adorned with five additional eyes, each softly glowing and serving as reservoirs for nanite acid. A long, thin black tail trailed behind her, ending in a large syringe filled with the same neon acid. The cerulean winter air nipped at her short-sleeved coat—a dark gray crop coat with fur-lined cuffs and collar that shimmered in golden hues. Her thighs were painted black, leading up to shorts-like segments, the edges marked with yellow and black stripes. A yellow armband, etched with a skull, circled one arm. Demir recognized her—the Murder Drone who had nearly taken his life once. His chest tightened at the memory.

And then there was the male Murder Drone: he had medium-length silver hair that was stylishly parted to the side, its soft fluffiness hinting at a hidden danger. His neon digital yellow eyes peeked out from beneath a visor, and a black headband was decorated with glowing eye motifs. He sported a short-sleeved black winter coat with a collar lined in golden fur, cinched at the waist with a black belt. On his head sat a plane-pilot-style hat, proudly displaying a skull insignia. Yellow and black hazard stripes adorned his wrists and the soles of his boots, and as he shifted his weight, small fangs caught the light. Demir recognized him — the only murder drone who hadn’t tried to eat him during their first encounter.

They stood there, facing each other on the slick, snow-covered ground, their breath visible in the frigid air. Three groups were present — Demir’s crew, the human-Drone duo, and this new arrival. The tension hung thick between them, like ice waiting to crack. The silent towers loomed overhead, and even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

Then Rian finally broke the suffocating silence.
“Alright… what the actual fuck is going on?” he muttered, his voice caught between disbelief and frustration. His digital eyes darted from one strange figure to the next, as if searching for proof this wasn’t some fever dream.

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The male Murder Drone takes a hesitant step forward, his visor flickering as if caught in a battle between disbelief and recognition. His voice wavers, almost childlike.

“T… Tessa…?”

The human in the astronaut suit lifts her head, her tinted visor reflecting the dim, alien glow of Copper-9. She blinks a couple of times before her voice breaks through, warm yet tinged with exhaustion.

“N! You… you remember!”

Her tone is filled with relief, a thread of familiarity in a world otherwise dominated by machines and blood. She rushes forward, wrapping her arms around him. N stiffens, taken aback, but then instinctively leans into the embrace—like a faint echo of a life he can barely recall. For a brief moment, it feels achingly human.

Then—she suddenly jerks back, coughing harshly into her glove, her body shaking with spasms. The sound of her wheezing slices through the cold silence like sandpaper.

“Tall… handsome… air’s toxic…” she mutters weakly, clutching her chest between coughs.

Demir, Rian, and Neyan exchange quick, silent glances. None of them move to intervene; they simply watch, frozen, as if they’re witnessing something they weren’t meant to see.

Tessa steadies herself and casually points at Uzi with a dismissive finger.

“And who’s this little—”

But before she can finish, Uzi lunges forward and bites into Tessa’s glove. The sharp sound of tearing fabric and muffled flesh echoes in the air.

“Ow! Damn it!” Tessa yelps, jerking her hand back and clutching it tightly. The visor hides her expression, but her voice is laced with pain.

Uzi’s voice cuts in, venom dripping from her words, her teeth bared and her digital eyes blazing.

“Why are you here, human!?”

The words are spat out, each syllable heavy with centuries of resentment.

Demir’s eyes narrow, his cold digital crimson gaze slicing through the chaos. His voice is sharp, laced with contempt.

“That’s what I’ve been thinking.”

The tension in the air is thick, almost suffocating, like a storm just waiting to unleash its fury. Uzi shifts her fierce gaze from Tessa to the silver-haired Murder Drone standing confidently beside her, twin pigtails swaying like deadly blades.

“I’m really getting tired of dealing with you,” Uzi growls, her teeth clenched so tightly that her voice comes out distorted.

The Murder Drone remains unfazed. With a smug tilt of her head, her neon-yellow eyes glimmer with a cruel amusement. She casually smooths her long silver pigtail back into place as she speaks, her tone dripping with mockery and superiority.

“More effective drones were cloned.”

The smirk in her voice is infuriating, almost as if it’s meant to provoke.

N stares at her, a dawning realization creeping into his voice. Then, a bitter, disbelieving chuckle escapes his lips.

“It’s you.”

The other Murder Drone—the one with the sleek silver bob—lets out a low chuckle of her own, “Classic J.” It sounds more like a predator’s purr than actual laughter. The two drones, now reunited, seem to revel in a familiarity that only deepens the unsettling atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Demir, Rian, and Neyan—still outsiders in this tangled web—can only stand there, silent and caught in the undertow of secrets, reunions, and rivalries that feel far older and darker than anything they were ready to confront.

"Cyn vanished on Earth—" Tessa started, her voice tight and tense, but J quickly interrupted her, her tone sharp like shattered glass.

"Boss ran away," J said with a smug smirk, as if she were correcting a child.

Tessa shot her a glare, her tone turning sour. "We mutually disengaged. The last thing she did was send you guys after the human exoplanets." Her voice dripped with irritation, slightly muffled by her helmet but no less venomous.

"Why—" N began, his words hesitant, but Demir’s voice sliced through the air, low and icy, like a well-honed blade. "Excuse me? I was under the impression that Murder Drones were created by JcJenson… your kind’s weapon to keep us in fear, to hunt us like livestock. And now you’re telling me some Cyn is behind it all?"

The group fell silent, the toxic winds of Copper-9 howling softly around the skeletal towers looming above them.

Tessa’s voice lowered, heavy with grim certainty. "Cyn is the Admin of the Absolute Solver. She aims to obliterate Copper-9 by imploding its core… and the first step was creating the Murder Drones."

Demir’s crimson eyes widened for just a moment, a tiny crack in his icy demeanor. Inside, though, the revelation cut into him like a knife. His entire life had been shaped by the belief that JcJenson’s cruelty was the source of their nightmare—the corporation crafting their predators, dooming his kind to endless slaughter. That truth had fueled his hatred, his determination, his very purpose. But this—this name, Cyn—upended everything he thought he knew.

Yet, Demir buried that turmoil deep within. His expression remained unchanged: cold, sharp, unreadable. The storm raged only inside, concealed behind the crimson glow of his eyes.

"Seriously, how could you not know?" J scoffed, her voice oozing with arrogance, each word a sharp jab aimed to cut deep.

Demir’s crimson gaze flicked her way for just a heartbeat, his face a mask of indifference, before he brushed off her taunts with a silence as sharp as a knife. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a response.

Then—something shifted.

The female Worker Drone, her long indigo hair flowing like a river, suddenly froze. Her neon red-orange eyes flared with an eerie glow as the triangular symbol of the Absolute Solver flickered into view, replacing one of her eyes like a mark of dominance. The very air around her seemed to vibrate, a low hum rising as if reality itself was bending to her will.

In her grasp, the green-glowing robo-bug quivered—then shot upward as she took off, her form a blur of radiant light. She vanished and reappeared in rapid bursts of teleportation, each leap covering impossible distances as she raced across the snow like a blazing specter.

Her path was clear—straight toward the towering, skeletal remains of the abandoned facility.

"That’s… kind of a big piece," she murmured to herself, a mix of shock and anxiety in her tone, as if even she couldn’t believe she was about to grab something so crucial. Her voice shattered the stillness like a fragile piece of glass, leaving the others momentarily paralyzed in disbelief.

"Well, what are we waiting for!? Get her!" Neyan shouted, the sound of his matte-black sniper rifle's bolt snapping echoed like thunder as he loaded a fresh magazine with a metallic click. His voice was raw, filled with urgency.

In an instant, the hunt was on. Tessa pulled out a shiny silver revolver, its surface glinting in the dim light, and fired off booming shots that resonated like rolling drums. J’s arms twisted and morphed, transforming into monstrous RPG launchers made of fleshless metal; with a sneer, she unleashed rockets that blazed through the darkness, leaving trails of fire and smoke in their wake. Uzi, N, and the Murder Drone with the sharp bob haircut charged forward in a whirlwind of claws, wings, and teeth, while Neyan and Rian thundered across the ground, their footsteps shaking loose dust from the shattered terrain.

Demir, however, paused for just a heartbeat—until the crimson flare of the Absolute Solver symbol ignited in one of his glowing digital eyes. Energy surged through him, wild and relentless, sparks racing along his arms like lightning trapped in a fragile body. His vision sharpened, and reality seemed to slow, bending to the Solver’s will.

Then he sprang into action.

A pulse—like thunder cracking in a vacuum—exploded from his core, and Demir shot forward in a crimson blur. He sliced through the air, each step a flash, as if the world had been torn apart just to clear a path for him. His focus zeroed in on the indigo-haired Worker Drone, the one with the green robo-bug flickering ominously on her shoulder, its glow leaving sickly neon trails in the night. She flickered in and out of existence, teleporting in jagged bursts, her movements a chaotic dance of speed and desperation.

Demir closed the distance, his hand reaching out, fingertips grazing the air just inches from her metallic frame. Victory was almost his—

But then she dropped.

Her body pitched forward, falling like a shard of glass through the shadows. Demir’s boots screeched against the metal flooring as he stopped short, his momentum nearly dragging him over the edge into the abyss. His crimson eye glared downward, Solver energy pulsing angrily through his veins, painting the ground beneath him in blood-red light.

The others arrived seconds later—panting, weapons raised, scanning the darkness. Smoke from J’s rockets curled overhead, mixing with the acrid tang of gunpowder. Silence reigned for a moment, broken only by the metallic hiss of Demir’s breath.

"That bitch got away," Demir muttered, his voice flat, calm—but laced with an edge of fury, like a blade sheathed but trembling to be drawn. His crimson eye dimmed slightly, but the irritation simmered beneath his cover, waiting to erupt again.

Meanwhile, Demir remained quiet, his crimson eyes dim and unreadable as he took in the unfolding scene. He stood like a statue—arms crossed, gaze locked—absorbing every word as if cold steel were soaking up the chill of winter air.

Tessa’s boots echoed softly against the scaffold as she moved forward, determined and steady, until Uzi suddenly blocked her way. The younger drone squared her shoulders, her voice slicing through the tension.

“Why bring Doll into this? What’s happening to… her?” Uzi asked, her tone wavering on the last word, uncertainty morphing into fear.

Tessa halted mid-stride. Her visor concealed her expression, but the rigidity of her stance revealed the weight of the question. “She believes the humans did something to her family down here. Gave them a sickness she ended up with,” Tessa explained, her voice low and tinged with something grim.

“…And?” Uzi pressed, her digital eyes narrowing, suspicion flickering like static on her screen.

Tessa tilted her head slightly, the silence stretching before she finally spoke. “I think she’s right…” Her words carried a heavy reluctance, and even though her face was hidden, the invisible weight of her gaze was palpable—tense, unwavering, like a blade poised to snap.

“Are you coming or not?” she snapped, shifting her focus away from Uzi as if to end the discussion. Her attention turned to N and the bob-cut Murder Drone. Without another word, Tessa pivoted and leaped from the edge of the scaffold, her figure swallowed instantly by the darkness below.

For a moment, the night held its breath. Uzi, N, and the bob-cut drone exchanged a glance—part hesitation, part determination. Then, without a word, they too jumped into the void, their descent marked only by the flash of steel wings and glowing eyes disappearing into the shadows.

Demir’s gaze lingered on the black abyss where they had vanished. Slowly, he turned to Rian and Neyan. A faint smirk ghosted across his lips, cold yet composed.

“Let’s go,” he said with a firm resolve, his voice exuding an effortless authority.

With a swift, graceful motion, Demir stepped forward and leaped into the abyss, his crimson glow trailing behind him like a blazing comet.

Rian and Neyan exchanged one last cautious glance, their fear battling with their loyalty, before they too took the plunge—three silhouettes plunging into the dark unknown.

They landed with a heavy thud in a dark, damp cavern. The air was thick with moisture, carrying the faint stench of rust and old oil, while droplets fell rhythmically from the jagged ceiling. Their digital eyes glowed softly, casting fractured halos of red, yellow, and purple against the slick rock.

“Is the secret elevator… labeled?” N asked, breaking the silence with a voice that was half-hopeful and half-awkward.

Silence hung in the air. V, the bob-cut Murder Drone, rolled her glowing eyes with a metallic click.

“I doubt a secret elevator would have a label,” Rian replied calmly, brushing dust off his jacket as the group followed Tessa.

Then—clink.

Tessa’s boot struck something. A severed drone arm, stiff and stained with oil, rolled across the cavern floor before coming to a stop with an eerie scrape. Suddenly, the grim reality of the cavern became clear.

Before them lay a grotesque scene: piles of drone corpses stacked haphazardly, their limbs tangled like broken marionettes. Thick streaks of oil smeared the cavern walls, the black sheen catching faint glimmers from their glowing optics.

Rian froze mid-step, horror etched on his face. Neyan staggered back slightly, his mouth opening in shock. Demir stood perfectly still, his crimson eyes unflinching—cold and analytical. N, however, doubled over with a groan, his processors practically rebelling against the sight.

“Riiiight…” Tessa muttered, her voice unnaturally steady, as if she were trying to mask her own unease. She pointed toward the drones. “Looks like some security measures. Specifically against… you guys.”

Uzi’s gaze drifted to the wall, her optics widening. Scrawled across the stone in jagged, frantic writing were the words:

DONT LOOK AT THE LIGHT.

Her body stiffened. Almost instinctively, she reached for N’s hand, her claw trembling as it found his.

What does that even mean? Demir thought, his mind snagging on the phrase like a trap. Curiosity sparked within him, though his expression remained unreadable.

“Human-made security this human can control. Hehehehe!” Tessa’s giggle sliced through the tension, brittle and a bit unsettling. She marched over to a nearby control console, her fingers dancing across the buttons. A mechanical whir followed, and then the printer let out a screech, churning out a slip of paper.

ACCESS DENIED.

“…Maybe,” Tessa muttered, crumpling the paper awkwardly before tossing it aside.

“Anything to mess up Cyn’s plans,” V said, her voice sharp as she ventured deeper into the cavern.

“Anything for Mom’s backstory, right dude?” N chimed in, shooting Uzi an earnest smile.

“…Yeah,” Uzi replied softly, her gaze still flickering toward the writing on the wall.

The group continued onward, their boots echoing gently against the stone. Neyan skipped along, his usual cheer undiminished. He fell into step beside N, tilting his head with curiosity.

“Why aren’t you eating us?” Neyan asked, his voice sincere.

“I… dunno,” N admitted with a helpless shrug.

“You seem cool,” Neyan said simply, a wide grin spreading across his face as he resumed his skipping.

Meanwhile, Rian edged closer to Demir, his tone low and cautious. “Hey… isn’t that the Murder Drone that almost got you?” He nodded discreetly toward V.

“Yeah,” Demir grunted, his response short and tense.

They walked on until the cavern opened up, revealing a large, rusted directory plaque embedded in the stone. The words were faded but still legible, engraved with a harsh precision.

SECRET ELEVATOR → NORTH

N’s face lit up with excitement. He turned to his friends, practically bouncing in place. “Look, V! Look, Uzi! I was right!”

One of V’s digital eyes twitched, irritation sparking like static. Uzi, however, gave him a small nod of approval.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Rian muttered, studying the plaque with a mix of disbelief and relief.

“Huh. Righty-ho, sources say that way—” Tessa started, her tone light as she gestured down the dimly lit corridor.

But then, out of nowhere, a sharp snap echoed through the cavern.

A shadow lunged from the darkness—an oily tendril, twisting and sharp like a living whip. In an instant, it wrapped around her ankle, yanking her off her feet. The sound of her helmet clattering against the stone rang out, sparks flying as she was dragged backward across the cavern floor.

“—except I’m going this way apparently!” she shouted, her bravado crumbling into panic as her words spilled out in a rush. The tendril pulled her deeper into the shadows, her body skidding over scattered drone parts, scraping against metal and stone.

Her arms flailed, desperately trying to grip the ground, leaving streaks on the oil-slicked floor. Her voice cracked with frantic urgency:

“So uh—save me if you can, THANKS!”

Her figure vanished into the suffocating dark, the echo of her words fading into silence, leaving the others staring after her in stunned horror.

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“Come on.” Demir muttered, his voice low and icy as always, before he took off in a sprint after the writhing shadow that had snatched Tessa away. The sharp clang of his boots against the damp metal rang out like gunfire through the cavern. The others hesitated for just a heartbeat, momentarily frozen in shock, but the urgency quickly pulled them back into action. One by one, they hurried after him, their footsteps merging into a frantic symphony.

“I think we should split into two groups,” Rian suggested calmly, though the steadiness in his voice barely concealed his unease. “Me, Neyan, and V will take one group. Uzi, N, and Demir will form the other. We’ll cover more ground tracking her this way.”

“Really?” V scoffed, her tone sharp with annoyance, her neon-yellow eyes narrowing as if the suggestion itself was an affront. But there was no time for debate—the twisting corridors opened up into a branching intersection, one path curving left while the other slanted right into darkness.

Demir didn’t hesitate. He veered right with the precision of a knife, his crimson digital eyes glowing faintly in the shadows, with Uzi and N instinctively following him. Their shadows stretched and flickered against the damp walls as they vanished down the corridor.

That left Rian and Neyan at the fork. V huffed in frustration, rolling her digital eyes in a bright, glowing circle before muttering under her breath. But with little choice, she turned and trailed after the brothers down the opposite corridor, her wings twitching slightly, the tips scraping against the walls like razors in protest.

The group had splintered—each step deeper into the tunnels thickening the silence, amplifying the tension, and leaving the very air heavy with dread.

Demir, N, and Uzi raced down the narrow hallway, their footsteps echoing off the damp metal walls. They didn’t say a word, but their silence spoke volumes, united by a single, unyielding goal. Save her. Save Tessa.

As they reached a T-junction, Demir raised his hand to signal a stop. His cold crimson eyes scanned the corner cautiously before he leaned in just enough to take a peek. For a brief moment, his expression softened.

“Guys, don’t worry, it’s just a bab—” Demir started, but he was abruptly interrupted.

“Shoot the baby immediately?” Uzi chimed in, her voice flat and laced with suspicion.

N’s hands moved with a mechanical precision, one morphing into the matte-black frame of a pristine AK-47, magazine already loaded. “That’s not soon enough!” he yelled, pulling the trigger.

“N, THAT’S JUST A BABY!” Demir shouted, but his warning fell on deaf microphones.

The so-called baby jolted upright, its tiny body twisting grotesquely as spindly, insect-like legs sprouted from beneath it. With an inhuman screech, it darted away, moving with a terrifying speed as N’s bullets ripped through the walls instead.

Then came a sound—an unnatural creak from above.

Demir’s gaze shot upward just in time to see a long, oily-black arm uncoil from the ceiling. Its clawed tip shifted, transforming into something that looked eerily like a detonator. The three of them froze, instincts on high alert, as shadows danced across the ceiling.

And then they saw her.

A female Worker Drone emerged from the darkness, her bright neon-orange eyes glowing like twin lanterns. Her dark, reddish-brown hair—streaked with jagged lines of black—was pulled back into a messy ponytail, with loose bangs falling across her right side. She wore the standard regulation-grey dress that all female drones were manufactured with, but hers was torn and stained, hanging in tatters. The neckline dipped into a ragged V-shape, revealing the harsh glow of her Worker Drone emblem embedded in her chest.

But what truly made her unsettling were the grotesque adornments.

From her helmet sprouted a pair of rough antlers, crafted from twisted pipes and tied together with rope. The left antler was a chaotic display of forks, knives, and spoons—silverware hanging like cruel decorations—alongside a worn ID card that swung like a cursed talisman. The right antler was even more unsettling: a shard of broken glass dangled like a makeshift mirror next to a flickering lightbulb that swayed weakly, casting fractured glimmers on her sharp grin.

She was barefoot, leaving faint streaks of oil on the metal floor, and trailing behind her was a makeshift tail—thin, black, and flexible—its tip curling around the handle of a jagged kitchen knife.

“Hey there, surface slickers,” she drawled in a thick, mocking cowboy accent, her grin wide enough to reveal every jagged edge of her teeth.

Before anyone could react, a sharp click echoed.

The detonator lit up, and the world erupted in a blinding wave of static and searing white light. The EMP surged through the air like a tempest, crashing into their systems, their vision splintering into static.

And then—everything went dark.

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Demir's systems flickered back to life, and as his digital eyes opened slowly, the first thing he felt was pain—a dull, heavy weight pressing against his head, as if the very world had been nailed into his skull. His vision swirled, with static dancing at the edges of his sight. He attempted to move, only to discover that cold metal straps were pinning him down to a table.

Without thinking, Demir raised a hand to his head. His fingers brushed against two large, heavy magnets firmly attached to his cranial plate. So that’s what’s going on, he thought, his mind still groggy but alert. Magnets—cheap and crude, yet brutally effective. Sedatives for drones. Strong enough to drown out thought, heavy enough to keep the Absolute Solver locked away.

With great effort, he turned his head to the left. What he saw was both absurd and unsettling: the worker drone, affectionately dubbed "baby," still sporting its ridiculous cowboy hat, was hunched over N. Its tiny hands moved with mechanical precision, performing a grotesque imitation of surgery. The table was slick with oil, wires, and bits that might have once belonged inside N.

To his right, Demir noticed Tessa. She was strapped down much like he was, her breath fogging up the inside of her astronaut helmet. Where magnets wouldn’t stick, they had simply taped them to the dome of her visor. Demir couldn’t help but let a faint smile creep onto his face—more mockery than amusement.

On the other table, N squirmed as if the whole situation were a comedy act. “It tickles! The bad version, though!” he giggled, his voice cracking with nervous excitement.

The “baby” paused, and so did N. For a strange, heavy heartbeat, they locked eyes.

“Doing great, dude,” N finally chirped, genuine encouragement in his tone.

“He’s doing great,” Demir echoed, but his voice was sharp and cold. A cruel smile tugged at his lips as he added flatly, “The bad thing is, he’s probably harvesting your insides.”

Tessa’s voice broke in, weary yet laced with suspicion. “N, whose side—” She held back her words, stopping herself before she could finish.

“Maybe try sawing there?” N suggested with a cheerful grin, pointing at his own torso as if he were giving some kind of carpentry tip.

Before anyone could respond, a harsh crackle erupted from a radio clipped to the drone baby’s chest. It picked up a woman’s voice, smooth and drawling with a strong cowboy twang, cutting through the static.

“Beau! We’ve got Nori’s kid over here.”

The transmission was punctuated by a gruesome crunch, followed by a burst of laughter that was all too familiar—Uzi’s.

“Needs more sedatives. It’s a bit bitey,” the voice chimed in, a smile evident in her tone.

Beau—the “baby”—didn’t hesitate. It scuttled over to a console, punched in a code, and grabbed a fresh pair of magnets from the rack. With an unsettling calmness, it shuffled to the door, opened it, and slipped out—leaving Demir, N, and Tessa in the heavy silence of the room.

Just a few minutes ago…

Meanwhile, in another corner of the facility, V, Uzi, Rian, and Neyan slowly came to. Their movements felt heavy and sluggish, as if every joint was coated in thick tar. Rian was the first to groan, lifting a shaky hand to his head—his fingers brushed against the cold, clamped weight of a magnet. His eyes narrowed as the realization hit him.

“The bastard’s got us on sedatives,” he muttered, his voice sharp as he pointed at the magnets. He turned to the others, his expression dark.

“Shit,” Neyan hissed quietly, his crimson eyes flickering with concern.

“Really? I had no idea,” V shot back, her voice laced with sarcasm as she forced a half-smile.

“Shut up, V!” Uzi snapped, her voice rising, irritation masking the unease creeping into her tone.

Before any more bickering could start, a figure emerged from the shadows—a female worker drone with blazing neon-orange digital eyes that seemed to cut through the darkness. In one hand, she held the lifeless body of a dead drone. With chilling indifference, she raised her axe, and with a wet, metallic crack, she cleanly severed the head.

Neyan flinched, his digital pupils constricting. “That’s… not a pretty sight,” he whispered, anxiety creeping into his voice.

The woman didn’t flinch. Instead, she replied coolly, “A drone’s gotta do what a drone’s gotta do.” She tilted the decapitated head slightly, as if inspecting it, then tossed it aside with a clang. “Sentinels picked at this one. I try not to damage good parts. Of course—” her orange eyes sparkled with amusement, “—some parts are more valuable than others, right?”

No one dared to respond.

She stepped closer, her boots scraping against the floor, and halted in front of V. Lifting her axe nonchalantly, she angled it toward V’s neck. The blade hovered, glinting in the dim light.

“Whoa—if you chop that thing up, you’re gonna end up with a big creepy worm. Honestly, that’d be an upgrade,” Uzi joked, flashing a sharp grin.

Rian couldn’t help but chuckle, even as he noticed Neyan’s face twist in discomfort. V, unfazed by the tension, wore a faint smirk, clearly enjoying the spotlight.

“Heat makes them sluggish,” the woman stated bluntly. In one smooth motion, she leaped onto a massive oven and flung the door open. A wave of stifling heat rushed out, revealing dozens of drone cores nestled in glass jars. Their soft, pulsing glow cast an eerie light throughout the room, reminiscent of fireflies trapped in amber.

Rian, Neyan, and Uzi recoiled in disgust, while V tilted her head, mildly amused, as if the sight was a source of entertainment.

“Ain’t our first rodeo,” the orange-eyed drone remarked, her voice laced with interest rather than guiltiness.

“So you just kill drones for funs?” Rian shot back, his voice slicing through the silence.

The woman ignored him, her gaze sweeping over the group as if she were assessing livestock.

“Alright…” Uzi growled, her patience wearing thin. “That’s enough of this.” She clenched her fists, her eyes glowing faintly as she attempted to tap into the Absolute Solver’s energy—but nothing happened. Her systems remained flat and unresponsive.

The orange-eyed woman let out a dark chuckle. “Dealt with witches before.” She crouched down, bringing her face close to Uzi’s, their digital eyes locking. Her tone sharpened, irritation creeping into her drawl. “Though… haven’t seen 02 since she left us to die.”

The venom in her words struck like a whip.

Uzi’s response was swift and fierce—she lunged forward, sinking her teeth into the drone’s finger. Metal crunched between her jaws. The woman shrieked, her howl echoing through the chamber. Uzi giggled, savoring the taste of oil, manic and delighted.

The woman snarled, fumbling for her walkie-talkie. “Beau,” she barked into it, her voice low but commanding. “We’ve got Nori’s kid here.”

Another crunch as Uzi bit down again, muffling her words.

“…Need more sedatives. It’s bitey,” she added with a humorless chuckle.

A few seconds later, the sound of clicking legs approached. Beau entered—a drone baby, still wearing a ridiculous cowboy hat, his thin, insectoid limbs skittering unnervingly across the floor. In his small hands he carried three fresh magnets. Wordlessly, he handed them over.

The orange-eyed drone snatched them and, without hesitation, slapped them onto Uzi’s head. Uzi spat the mangled finger back at her face, smirking with defiance.

“How’d you know my mom?” she pressed, voice eager despite the haze creeping over her systems. “Was she cool? She didn’t suck, did she?”

The woman ignored her completely, her attention focused on replacing her ruined finger with a spare from her belt. The sound of metal snapping into place echoed sharply.

“Back to the others,” she ordered flatly.

Beau tipped his hat with a clumsy nod and skittered back out the door, leaving the suffocating tension to fester in the room.

Meanwhile, with Demir, N, and Tessa—

Tessa let out a groan as she propped herself up, tugging at the magnets that had been stuck to her helmet. With a quick twist, she yanked them off, and they clattered to the floor with a metallic thud.

“Ugh—finally. The code, seriously…” she grumbled, her voice dripping with annoyance.

Without missing a beat, she leaned over Demir and ripped the magnets from his head. He gasped as the pressure lifted. Then she turned to N, freeing him as well. He immediately stretched his arms with a mechanical whir, shaking off the lingering drowsiness.

“Walk and talk?” Tessa asked briskly, already inputting the code into the door’s lock. The heavy bolts clanked open with a hiss, and she gestured for them to follow.

Demir and N exchanged a glance—silent agreement—and fell in step behind her.

The hallway they stepped into was narrow, flanked by old filing cabinets and flickering fluorescent lights that buzzed softly, like trapped insects. Their footsteps echoed until they pushed through into a larger office cubicle area, long abandoned. Dust coated every surface, and the air felt stale and heavy.

Tessa slid into a chair in front of a lifeless terminal, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as if she had done this a million times before.

Demir and N wandered over to a small reinforced window on the side of the room. From there, they could see into the chamber they had just escaped. Their digital eyes tracked Beau—the spindly little drone wearing a cowboy hat—skittering in. At first, his antennae perked up, confused. Then, realizing the restraints were empty, his tiny body froze. His expression twisted into sheer horror before he scurried back out in a panic, likely rushing to alert his mistress.

Demir’s lips curled in disdain. “What a dumbass,” he muttered bitterly, his crimson eyes glinting with contempt.

N, unusually quiet, simply nodded. His gaze lingered on the empty chairs. “They’ve got to be in there,” he said, a hint of worry creeping into his voice.

Meanwhile, in the room where V, Uzi, Rian, and Neyan were being held—

Beau hunched over the security terminal, his spindly fingers racing across the feeds in a flurry of activity. His glowing eyes flicked from one monitor to another, desperately searching for any sign of Tessa, N, or Demir.

Suddenly, the female worker drone stormed in and shoved him aside. The little drone nearly toppled off his chair in surprise.

“They can’t leave the office, you idiot!” she snapped, her voice sharp and grating. Frustration dripped from her words as she turned her focus back to Uzi and the others, her antler ornaments clinking softly with her movements.

She let out a low, unsettling chuckle. “And they can’t get back into our rooms, either.”

Her clawed fingers danced over the console. On the camera feed, a series of heavy blast doors groaned shut, sealing off the corridors in both directions. One of them locked with a loud clang—the very door that led into the chamber where Uzi and the others were trapped. The atmosphere in the room felt thicker, almost suffocating.

Then she pressed another key. A different door slid open, hissing like a predator ready to pounce.

From the shadows beyond, something began to stir.

The first Sentinel crept into view—an angular, skeletal raptor made of metal and wires. Its talons screeched against the floor with each step, sparks flying where steel scraped against steel. Its head twisted unnaturally, revealing three glowing eyes on each side, pulsing in a haunting rhythm. Two smaller, forward-facing eyes burned like embers in its center, locking onto the lens with an intense gaze.

Another one followed. Then another.

The drones in the room froze, paralyzed with horror.

“What the hell—what the fuck is that?!” Neyan stammered, his voice trembling with fear. His wide eyes mirrored the glow of the monitors.

The female worker drone didn’t respond. Instead, she leaned against the wall with an unsettling calm, opening a crumpled packet as if she were settling in for a show she had seen many times before. She popped a battery into her mouth with a crunch, chewing lazily. “Entertainment,” she muttered, smiling faintly.

On-screen, one of the Sentinels lunged. Its jaws opened far too wide, tearing the camera from its perch in a spray of sparks before the feed cut to static.

The silence in the room was deafening—until a low, mechanical hum began to radiate from Uzi.

V tilted her head, surprised. Rian and Neyan looked to her, eyes wide.

Uzi’s digital eyes flickered—then blazed into a deep, burning yellow. Fractals of code crawled across her pupils, spilling outward like cracks in glass. The symbols spread to the restraints binding her, neon glyphs overlaying the metal. Her body pulsed with Absolute Solver energy, raw and violent.

Near the console, the button the female drone had pressed began to distort, symbols forming around it—Uzi’s corruption reaching through the system itself, rewriting reality.

She was freeing herself.

As N and Demir stared at the computer screen, a chill crept into their bones. There it was—Earth. Whole. Perfect. And then—obliterated. A pristine globe transformed into a shattered, fiery ruin.

Tessa’s voice sliced through the silence, dark and precise. “We know it mutates in damaged AI. It took Cyn as a host… and then it consumed everything.” She swiped across the console, pulling up a live feed. On the screen, a female worker drone appeared—possessed, her neon yellow eyes glinting with an eerie light. Her hair was a soft violet, with loose strands framing her face, one long bang casually tied back in a ponytail. She wore a black construction helmet, an oversized gray off-shoulder shirt draping over her frame, and a black choker marked with the code #002. Barefoot, she looked deceptively fragile. The feed captured her tilting her head in an unsettling, almost inhuman way, before cutting off abruptly.

“All they did,” Tessa slammed her fist on the desk, the sound echoing through the room, “was spread it.” Anger laced every word.

Demir’s crimson digital eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong with her?” His cold tone barely masked the unease creeping into his chest.

“She’s infected—with The Absolute Solver,” Tessa replied, her voice low, almost bitter. A shadow flickered across her visor, hinting at the weight she carried.

Demir shifted uncomfortably, his fingers tightening on the edge of the desk.

N’s voice broke through, tentative yet hopeful. “Then Uzi… she can fix her, right? That’s why you’re here?”

Tessa rose, her movements smooth but deliberate. She reached out and took N’s hand, grounding him in the moment. “I’m here to find out which drones were infected. When we get to the labs and locate the list, N… you’ll have to choose—universe over one little drone. Before she’s not herself anymore.”

The weight of her words pressed down on N. Silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the hum of the computer.

“Don’t tell him that,” Demir murmured, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “Everything is possible with determination and strive.” His eyes softened fractionally as they met N’s. N returned the gesture, a flicker of reassurance passing between them.

Then, abruptly, the room shifted—the faint whir of servos and mechanical joints. A Sentinel appeared, emerging from the shadows, its glowing eyes locking onto them with predatory precision. The tension snapped taut.

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The Sentinel’s eyes blazed with an eerie electric blue, cutting through the darkness like a beacon. In a heartbeat, N went rigid, his systems glitching out. His body jerked, servos twitching uncontrollably as the bootloop took hold. He crumpled to the cold metal floor with a dull thud, his frame convulsing helplessly.

The creature lunged forward, its steel jaws snapping onto N’s neck with a sickening metallic crunch. Sparks erupted like fireflies in the shadows.

Demir didn’t flinch. Calm and instinctive, he snapped his leg back with crushing force. The kick landed squarely on the Sentinel’s chest, sending the beast skidding across the floor with a screech of tearing metal.

Before it could regain its footing, Tessa stepped up, her human boots clicking defiantly against the ground. She raised her arm in a mock display of authority, trying to mask her nerves with biting sarcasm. “Hey there, buddy. Me—human—command you to be a nice dingo, okay?” Her voice wavered, caught between forced optimism and sharp command.

For a brief moment, the Sentinel froze. Its glowing eyes dimmed, and its head tilted, as if something human flickered within the feral shell.

Then—BITE!

The machine roared as its serrated teeth sank into Tessa’s hand. Flesh tore, and crimson blood sprayed across the Sentinel’s muzzle, staining its silver fangs. Tessa yanked her arm back with a guttural scream, stumbling away, her face contorted in pain.

“Bad dingo! Bad dingo!” she yelled, clutching her mangled hand, her words breaking into a fit of hysterical rage.

The Sentinel staggered, its systems screeching as the taste of human blood corrupted its circuits. It spasmed violently, sparks flying from its joints, until finally—its body collapsed in a lifeless heap.

Demir let out a slow breath, relief flickering in his sharp red digital eyes. Without a second thought, he bent down, lifting N’s limp form and tossing him over his shoulders with a quiet strength that spoke volumes.

But the reprieve shattered as metallic growls echoed down the hall. One… two… then several pairs of glowing blue eyes blinked into existence in the shadows. More Sentinels stalked forward, circling, hemming them in like wolves preparing for the kill.

The air thickened with menace. This was only the beginning.

As chaos unfolds, Alice and Beau keep a watchful eye on the flickering security cameras, their gazes darting anxiously from one feed to another. Suddenly, the batteries start to levitate, spinning slowly in the air with an unsettling hum. Alice whips her head around, her heart racing, as Beau and various pieces of equipment—monitors, chairs, cables—also rise from the ground, held aloft by an invisible force.

From the shadows, Uzi emerges, her digital eyes glowing a menacing shade of yellow. "Oh, don’t mind me," she says in a flat, robotic tone, cold and unfamiliar, each word laced with an authority that doesn’t belong to her. Her Absolute Solver ignites, crackling with raw energy, and the buttons controlling the doors are obliterated in a whirlwind of telekinetic power. Sparks fly, and the doors swing open, allowing the Sentinels to roam freely through the compound. Uzi’s body goes limp, collapsing unconscious to the floor, leaving a heavy silence in her wake.

The Sentinels, sleek and predatory, march toward Alice’s room with chilling precision, their metallic claws clattering against the floor. Alice scrambles, fumbling at the door as she desperately cries out, "BEAU, HELP ME WITH—"

But it’s too late. The first Sentinel crashes into the doorway, a blinding flash of blue light from its eyes freezing Alice mid-scream. The others follow, their movements a blur of lethal efficiency. In mere seconds, Alice is overwhelmed, the room filled with the metallic sounds of destruction and her final, muffled cries.

Neyan, Rian, and V stand frozen in shock, their digital hearts racing. Beau, the small worker drone sporting a cowboy hat, rushes to help them, saluting with a grim smile—but before he can make his escape, a Sentinel leaps forward, tearing into him in a brutal display.

Rian and Neyan share a quick, silent glance before sprinting toward V’s position. With their snipers gripped tightly, they crouch low, closing their digital eyes as the Sentinels circle, trying to bootloop them with deadly precision.

In Beau’s room, Tessa had set Demir and N down on a cold, metallic table, their bodies still shaking from the recent bootlooping. The soft hum of the machinery around them filled the air. Tessa leaned in, playfully poking at their faces. 

"Wakey wakey," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm yet laced with relief.

Both N and Demir began to stir, rubbing their heads as if trying to shake off the last remnants of confusion.

"Don’t say I never did anything for—" Tessa started, but before she could finish, the ceiling above them suddenly exploded inward. Dust and debris cascaded down as V, Rian, and Neyan crashed through, landing with a jarring impact.

V had Uzi cradled in her arms, while Neyan and Rian stood ready with their snipers, scanning the room with a tense vigilance.

"Thank God you two are okay!" Demir exclaimed, his usual icy demeanor cracking with unexpected warmth and relief.

"V! Is Uzi—" N’s voice wavered with worry.

"Hurt," V interrupted sharply, her tone as unyielding as steel. "We’re leaving."

"We’re not leaving after everything that’s happened," Demir shot back, his crimson digital eyes glowing with a cold intensity.

"Shut up!" V snapped, stepping closer. "One of our own is hurt. If you three want to stay, fine—but we’re getting out of here."

Tessa interjected, her voice steady but uncertain. "I can take a look at—"

"You said you could control the Sentinels!" V retorted, cutting her off.

"I… at least they can’t bootloop me," Tessa stammered, "but we’ll just have to—"

"Do whatever you want, N?" V interrupted again, her gaze locking onto him. She turned to leave but hesitated, studying his expression. No response.

Tessa moved closer to N, her voice gentle and comforting. "It’s okay, N. I haven’t been completely honest with V yet."

V’s frustration flared. "…What did she tell you?"

Just then, Uzi stirred, her body twitching slightly as she raised a hand to her head.

"Ow… my fucking head," she groaned, her purple digital eyes flickering like broken screens.

Rian and Neyan exchanged concerned glances, but Uzi’s gaze immediately locked onto N.

"N!?" she exclaimed with relief, sprinting forward to wrap herself around him. N returned the embrace silently, his arms firm but protective.

V and Demir turned their attention to Tessa, their cold, calculating stares reflecting sharply off her helmet. The room was silent except for the soft hum of machinery and the faint sound of Uzi’s steady breathing, a fragile calm settling over the chaos.

In the dimly lit office cubicle, the Sentinel that had bitten Tessa began to stir. Its icy blue eyes flickered wildly before shifting to a deep, menacing blood red. The faint whir of its servos echoed off the metallic walls as its radar sensors locked onto the scattered, bloody footprints on the floor. Methodically, it slithered through the hallways like a predator on the hunt, pausing in a room with steel walls, illuminated by warm, artificial light. A stark message glowed before it: HOLD STILL.

Above, Uzi, N, V, Tessa, Rian, Neyan, and Demir watched from the catwalk, the tension in the air palpable. Rian and Neyan gripped their snipers tightly, fingers poised on the triggers, scanning every twitch and shadow of the Sentinel below. Demir’s crimson digital eyes remained cold and unblinking, his expression a mask of icy calculation. These creatures are terrifying, he thought, his mind sharply noting every detail of its movements.

Uzi leaned slightly toward N, her voice barely a whisper, delicate yet tense. "You good?"

N didn’t respond right away. She waited, the silence stretching between them.

"Talk later?" Uzi whispered again, her tone softer this time.

Finally, N murmured back, his voice heavy with restrained frustration, "It sucks pretty hard."

The Sentinel paused, then, without warning, turned and vanished back into the corridors, disappearing like a shadow swallowed by darkness. The group carefully descended to the ground floor, their hearts still pounding in their chests.

In the distance, a figure emerged—Doll. One digital eye was covered with a crude eye patch, while the other flickered erratically, bootlooping violently.

"That’s… convenient," Uzi muttered, suspicion lacing her tone.

"Yeah… no, never mind," she added, shaking her head as she began to channel her Absolute Solver, tendrils of energy flickering around her form.

"DON’T!" N and V shouted in unison, grabbing her arm to stop her motion. Their digital eyes locked, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

Neyan raised a single white digital eyebrow, his curiosity sparked, but he chose to stay quiet, relying on the unspoken judgment of those around him.

Demir’s crimson eyes flared as he started to activate his own Absolute Solver, energy coursing through his body. But just as it was about to fully unleash, N and V stepped in to stop him.

"YOU DON'T EITHER!" they shouted, their voices sharp and unwavering.

"Jeez… fine," Demir replied coldly, frustration flickering across his face as he let the power fade, standing tense and alert once again.

Meanwhile, from a distance, Tessa crouched beside the bootlooped Doll, her fingers spinning the tiny robo-bug key like a fidget toy. A playful smirk crept across her face. "Oi! Bloody convenient, eh?" she called out, her voice teasing, carrying lightly through the sterile hum of the hallway.

Down the corridor, Rian, Demir, Neyan, V, N, and Uzi advanced cautiously, each step measured, echoing softly against the metal walls. V’s hands shimmered briefly before morphing into sleek, jet-black AK-47s, the barrels glinting under the flickering lights. N and Uzi held hands, their grip tight, grounding each other as they moved forward. Rian and Neyan flanked Demir, rifles steady, their eyes scanning every shadow. Demir himself walked silently, crimson digital eyes cold, assessing the scene ahead with lethal precision.

As they closed the distance, they finally caught up to Tessa. V froze for a fraction of a second, her gaze flickering toward the intertwined hands of N and Uzi.

"Ew," she said sharply, digital eyes wrinkled in disgust.

"Please, don’t date my robot," Tessa shot back, mimicking V’s expression with theatrical horror.

Neyan stifled a giggle, his hand clumsily covering his mouth, trying not to laugh out loud.

"Bite me! He’s his own person!" Uzi barked at Tessa, her purple digital eyes blazing.

"You, ew! You’re mean!" Uzi snapped at V, her voice sharp and accusatory.

"And you, shut up!" she added, spinning her frustration toward Neyan, who froze mid-giggle.

Demir’s mouth curved into the faintest ghost of a smile, his tone dripping with cold amusement. "Wow, guys… so mature."

Rian let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. "Guys, like, shut up. I can’t be asked."

Out of nowhere, the insect jerked in the air, yanked by some invisible force. It zipped backward in a flash of green light, landing perfectly in Doll’s palm. The glow from her Absolute Solver cut through the gloom, her one exposed digital eye shining with a wicked glee. In a heartbeat, the illusion shattered—the “bootloop” on her screen flickered once before freezing into a cheap, looping GIF.

“Bloody hell,” Tessa muttered under her breath as Doll raised her hand in a mock salute, oozing smugness. With a flick of her wrist, the elevator shaft creaked open. Metal shrieked as doors across the sector unlocked all at once. Doll smirked and let herself fall backward into the void. Her figure disappeared into the dark shaft, but not before throwing one last cheeky salute.

“Oh, that little—” Neyan hissed, surprisingly annoyed, his digital brows knitting together.

“Brace yourselves for anything,” Demir interjected coldly, his crimson eyes narrowing. He clenched his fists near his head, his posture radiating tension. One by one, the others nodded, their shoulders squared.

Then the Sentinels showed up.

The corridor trembled under their weight. A half-dozen of them advanced, metallic talons scraping sparks across the steel floor. Their glowing eyes pulsed in sync before flashing violently, attempting to bootloop the group. But the team was quicker—every drone spun around instantly, averting their gaze, digital eyes squeezed shut against the seizure-like flashes.

“Uh-oh…” Tessa’s voice rang out, almost teasingly, cutting through the heavy tension. “Hope I don’t human everywhere!”

Before anyone could intervene, she slashed her injured arm, smearing crimson streaks across the floor. The metallic scent filled the corridor, sharp and coppery. The Sentinels froze, nostrils flaring. Programmed to ignore humans, most tilted their heads once, then turned away, retreating with indifference.

Tessa leaned confidently on her sword, grinning with reckless bravado. “See? Easy-peasy.”

Rian and Neyan let out a breath they didn’t realize they were holding, lowering their rifles with a shaky sense of relief. N and Uzi shared a sigh, their hands still tightly intertwined. But V’s yellow eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows above, while Demir stood unnervingly still, his cold gaze fixed ahead as if he were bracing for the worst.

And he wasn’t mistaken.

From the depths of darkness, a new figure emerged—the Red-Eyed Sentinel. Its eyes glowed with a furious, molten crimson, burning hotter than anything they had seen before. It examined the blood on the floor, then tilted its head back to look at Tessa.

And licked its teeth.

The sound of metal grinding against metal echoed as its jaw opened wider, unleashing a guttural roar that reverberated through the chamber. The noise was deep and primal, unlike anything they had ever encountered.

The Sentinel had developed a new appetite. For humans.

Tessa’s earlier confidence evaporated, her helmeted face turning pale with shock. “Oh, that’s… new,” she muttered, quickly yanking her sword free, her stance shifting to one of tense desperation.

The crimson-eyed beast slithered down the wall, saliva hissing as it dripped onto the heated steel. Its roar shook the walls once more as it lunged forward, each step deliberate, every sound echoing like a death knell.

Instinctively, V scuttled up the wall and onto the ceiling, her clawed feet scraping sparks as she melded into the shadows above.

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In the midst of chaos, Uzi’s hand blaze with the erratic fire of the AbsoluteSolver. She thrusts her hands toward the back wall of the elevator, black code snaking across her arms like cracks in fragile porcelain.  

“Uzi, no!” N yells, panic slicing through his usually warm tone.  

Her fingers twitch in a disturbing way, bending and twisting at angles that no joint should ever have to endure. The glow in her palms morphs into a tiny black hole, pulling the light from the room. A thunderous crack reverberates as the swirling void rips a hole in the steel wall, molten edges dripping like ink.  

Rian and Neyan freeze, their rifles shaking in their hands. Their digital pupils expand—half in awe, half in terror.  

“Whoops, all mitosis!” Tessa chirps, spinning her blade before splattering more of her blood on the ground like a crimson shield. Her playful demeanor barely conceals the tension flickering in her eyes.  

The red-eyed Sentinel lunges forward, its metallic jaws gaping wide. It spits out a severed Murder Drone arm—still crackling with life—and clamps it in its maw like a weapon. With a deafening bang, the creature fires a shot at Tessa—  

—but V zips into view, intercepting it. Her claws snap around the bullet mid-air, sparks flying from her fingertips. Without a moment's pause, she flicks it back at the gun-arm, obliterating it into pieces.  

Her cracked glasses glint as they slide down her nose. The lenses, old and fractured, sharpen her vision into focus. “Guess they’re still good for something,” she mutters, squinting her digital eyes.  

From behind, Demir steps forward, his face as cold as ice. Without calling on the AbsoluteSolver, he unleashes a brutal kick. Metal collides with metal as the Sentinel crashes into the wall with a distorted screech.  

But Uzi is slipping from control. The black hole grows, distorting the walls and warping the air around it. She gasps, wild-eyed, clutching her arm as it spasms out of sync. Her teeth grind together—fear and pain intertwining as the Solver consumes her limb.

N reacts without hesitation. With a strangled cry, he swings his sword hand, slicing through Uzi’s mangled arm just before the corruption can take hold.

Her body jerks back, but in that fleeting moment, her head whips around to face him—her eyes glowing a fierce neon yellow, her mouth twisting into a glitchy grin. Her voice reverberates in his mind like static:  
“MISS ME?”

N catches her as she crumples into his arms. She coughs up black oil, flickering between her true self and something much darker. Her eyes dance between purple and yellow. “W-what the hell is happening to me?” she gasps, her voice overlapping—part of it hers, part of it the cold, mechanical growl of the Solver.

“Yikes, that’s not good,” Tessa says, trying to hide her concern with a lighthearted tone. “Let’s move, team!”

She pushes them into the elevator—N hauling Uzi along, while Rian and Neyan cover their escape. The doors attempt to close, but the machinery groans and halts halfway.

“V, come on!” N’s voice cracks, panic spilling over, desperation lacing every word.

But V stands her ground, still locked in a fierce battle with the red-eyed Sentinel. Claws are sparking, and her cannon arm glows with an ominous light. From the shadows, Demir strikes with chilling precision, each movement a silent promise of death.

The Sentinel, still gripping its severed arm, twists its blade in a grotesque motion and swings. V parries, the shriek of metal slicing through the thick tension in the air. Her enhanced vision stretches time; every strike and parry feels deliberate, each move a heartbeat of survival. Her counter lands—impact reverberating through the cavern as the beast crashes down, its chest sparking and smoke curling from its armor.

She raises her cannon, ready to finish it off—

—but then a second Sentinel yanks the elevator’s power supply from the wall. The lift jerks upward, leaving both ends gaping and exposing the team inside. Eyes widen. Panic ignites like wildfire.

Light flashes. The Sentinels send out their bootloop signal. V and Demir instinctively turn their heads. Her glasses fly off, shattering beneath a Sentinel’s crushing foot with a heart-stopping crunch.

Now V and Demir find themselves completely surrounded.

Demir’s eyes catch a razor-thin gap, a fragile chance for escape. He darts through it, slipping into the elevator. He glances back, and his stoic mask falters. He understands.

“Hey, um—” V begins, a faint, almost teasing smile playing on her lips.

“NO, NO, NO! V, WE NEED YOU!” N screams, his voice raw and cracked, panic erupting in a desperate howl.

Demir remains silent. He doesn’t need to say anything. He sees the choice laid out before her—the courage, the selflessness, the unspoken sacrifice.

“Nah,” V whispers, shaking her head, soft yet resolute.

She turns her gaze to Uzi, who is trembling and clutching her mangled arm. Their eyes lock.

“Uzi,” V says, her voice calm but heavy with determination. “I trust you.”

Before Uzi can respond, V swings her cannon arm, slicing through the elevator cables.

“V, PLEASE!” N’s scream pierces the air, faltering and desperate, as if he knows what’s coming.

Neyan covers his digital eyes, shaking, unable to witness this. Rian’s fists tremble, his gaze falling to the floor, dread twisting his chest.

The cables snap.

The elevator plunges.

Above, V stands alone, silhouetted, resolute. Her faint smile lingers, a quiet defiance in the face of certain death. One hand lifts in a final, solemn salute.

The Sentinels converge, shadows stretching, engulfing her in darkness. Below, the team hurtles downward, the echo of her sacrifice following them into the void.

V is gone.

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The elevator was eerily quiet—oppressive, heavy, almost suffocating. The absence of V felt like a tangible weight pressing down on them, a void that clawed at their hearts.

N sat on the floor, knees drawn up to his chest, his head buried against them. Digital tears streamed down his visor, leaving streaks of glowing sorrow on his metal face. Why…? The question echoed in his mind, relentless and unanswerable. Grief crashed over him in waves, drowning him in guilt and despair.

Uzi knelt beside him, careful not to touch, but close enough to offer her silent support. Her hand hovered near his shoulder, trembling slightly, unsure if her presence alone could bridge the chasm of his pain.

Tessa remained in her corner, silent, her eyes distant. The sharpness of her usual expressions had dulled into stillness, as if the weight of what had just happened had stolen her words.

Rian and Neyan sat side by side, heads bowed, their shoulders tense. Each breath felt measured and fragile, as if the wrong move could shatter them completely.

Demir leaned against the cold wall, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. His crimson digital eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened with something unfamiliar—reflection, awe, and a reluctant admiration. Not all of them were cold-circuited murderers. Some were willing to risk everything for others. Selfless, heroic… he thought, feeling his usual icy facade begin to crack.

For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to feel the weight of it all. The loss. The courage. The sacrifice. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his hand and returned V’s final salute. His chest tightened with a sharp, painful ache of respect and regret.

He sighed, the sound almost human, almost sorrowful. A quiet acknowledgment of the heroism that had just slipped away—a presence that would be missed but never forgotten.

The elevator continued its descent, carrying them forward while leaving a shadow behind—a shadow that would linger in their heart and cores forever.

The elevator slammed down with brutal force, rattling the walls and sending everyone hurtling out like ragdolls. Dust and debris filled the air as jagged boulders began to tumble, sealing off the elevator shaft behind them. The floor they landed on was a raw, underground cavern, carved from brown, jagged rock streaked with grime and moisture. The oppressive weight of the ceiling made the air thick and heavy.

N scrambled to his feet, adrenaline spiking. His hands shifted into a rocket launcher with a metallic snap, and he fired desperately at the cascading boulders. Sparks flew and chunks of rock exploded, but more continued to fall.

“HELP, UZI! OR DEMIR! USE YOUR SOLVERS!” N bellowed, frustration cracking his voice. He ripped his hands free, claws of polished steel extending, swiping at the boulders in a furious dance of desperation.

“N! watch it!” Tessa’s voice sliced through the chaos.

N twisted mid-strike, almost hurling a jagged boulder toward Uzi. She flinched, her Solver flaring as she managed to halt it just in time.

“I… I… don’t think I sh-should… I’m sorry, N…” Uzi whimpered, fear and guilt lacing her voice, trembling as her hands glowed faintly with unstable power.

“Enough, N! Focus!” Tessa bellowed, her sword slicing the air as she deflected falling debris. “V will be saved later—first, we survive this mess.”

“Uzi, maybe sit this one out, eh?” Tessa said, her tone condescending as she pointed toward a reinforced metal crate. “Robots seem to like boxes, right?”

“What? No, I—” Uzi protested, stepping forward, but her hesitation faltered under Tessa’s glare.

Demir moved up, his presence rigid and commanding. “No one is sitting this out. We’ve already lost one member. We cannot leave another behind. Together. All of us.” His fist rose, metal knuckles gleaming under the cavern lights.

N glanced at Uzi, eyes filled with worry. “There… there might be things down here you don’t want to see…”

Uzi’s brow furrowed, suspicion sharpening her features. “Ohhh… what the hell is going on?”

Rian leaned to Neyan, whispering under his breath, “What the hell is going on between them?”

“I dunno,” Neyan replied quietly, eyes wide. “Still crazy… V’s dead. She saved us—both from Alice and the Sentinels. And now…”

N’s voice trembled as he turned to Tessa. “We’re not gonna hurt you. Okay?”

“Hurt me?” Uzi echoed, her voice a mix of shock, hurt, and betrayal.

The emotional jolt triggered her Solver uncontrollably. Power surged, yellow and violet energy writhing around her like a living thing. The cavern shuddered violently as rock and debris groaned, then exploded outward, sending the tunnel collapsing around them.

N lunged toward her instinctively, but she backed away, trembling and glowing with volatile energy. Demir and Rian rushed to stabilize her, while Neyan moved to support her balance.

“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT BEING SEPARATED!” Demir’s voice roared, metal fists pounding the ground, but the cavern had other plans. Massive boulders, dislodged by Uzi’s burst of power, tumbled down onto Demir, N, and Rian. Dust and rocks swallowed them as consciousness slipped away.

Uzi screamed, the echo bouncing off jagged walls, and the cavern plunged into a momentary, suffocating silence.

A few moments later, the cavern echoed with a low groan of shifting stone and ragged breaths. Dust hung thick in the stale air, glowing softly under the thin beams of light filtering through cracks above. Slowly, figures began to stir.

Demir blinked his digital eyes open, static flickering momentarily across his visor. His head throbbed as his systems struggled to reboot. Once feeling returned, he realized a heavy, crushing weight was pinning him down. He glanced down—and his heart sank. A jagged boulder had trapped his leg, the metal plating dented and sparking under the immense pressure.

He craned his neck and spotted Rian a few feet away, battered but miraculously free, with only faint scuffs marking his frame. Beyond him, N lay sprawled out, his right arm twisted grotesquely beneath another boulder, servos grinding as he attempted to move it.

Demir’s voice came out hoarse but steady. “Neyan…? Rian…?”

N’s visor flickered with panic. He sat up, ignoring the sparks from his crushed arm. “UZI!!! UZIIII!!!” he shouted, the echo bouncing through the hollow corridors like a desperate cry for help.

“NEYAN!!!” Rian’s voice joined in, sharp and frantic, slicing through the rumble.

Demir’s gaze hardened. He swallowed the static in his throat. “It’s no use,” he said firmly, his voice steady yet heavy. “They’re gone—on their own path now. The only way to find them is to free ourselves first.”

He gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into the rock, trying to wrench his leg free. Servos strained, sparks flying off his joints, but the boulder wouldn’t budge.

N’s face twisted with self-loathing. He looked down at his crushed arm, his eyes glowing faintly. “I deserve this…” he whispered. “I deserve this, I deserve this…” His voice cracked, rising into a pained chant.

His free hand transformed with a hiss of hydraulics, morphing into a long, grey, razor-sharp blade. Without a moment’s hesitation, he brought it down onto his trapped arm. The blade sliced through metal, wires, and servos with a gut-wrenching screech. Oil sprayed across the rock, dark and shiny like blood under the dim light.

N hissed and panted through the pain, but he pushed himself to keep cutting. Finally, with one last fierce tug, the arm broke free, clattering uselessly to the ground. He slumped forward, breathless. After a brief flicker of static and a flash of glowing code across his frame, new metal surged from the stump, slowly piecing his arm back together.

Demir inhaled sharply, his eyes narrowing. He closed his digital eyes, his face set in determination. Without saying a word, he reached down, gripped his own mangled leg, and snapped it off with a sickening crack. A scream escaped his lips despite his efforts to hold it back. He staggered upright on one leg, swaying slightly, his visor dim.

“That’s… quite a delightful sight,” Rian said weakly, his voice cracking with sarcasm as he tried to hide his horror at the scene.

But just as Demir’s regeneration was about to kick in, before the oil and wires could twist into a new leg, a low rumble echoed through the cavern. Dust above trembled and began to fall like sand. All three froze.

Their eyes darted to the corridor ahead. In the dim, flickering light of their optics, something moved—something large. A silhouette emerged from the darkness, its shape oddly familiar. And when it stepped into the faint glow, what they saw left them in stunned silence.

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Through the dim, flickering light of the cavern, a figure began to take shape—small at first, surrounded by swirling dust, then stepping forward with a slow, deliberate grace.

It was V.

Or at least, it resembled her.

But something felt off. The plating was dull and scuffed, the outline thinner, almost fragile. Her once-sharp edges had softened, and her movements were slow and oddly formal. Instead of her usual combat gear, she wore a faded maid’s outfit—a grey, old-fashioned dress with black trim, a white apron marked with oil stains, and a black bow tied at her throat.

She raised one gloved hand and offered a gentle, almost childlike wave.

“AHHHHH!” N screamed, his digital pupils shrinking, his voice cracking like a broken radio. He stumbled backward, claws flexing nervously.

“I missed you, N,” the figure said, her voice eerily soft and unsettling—like V, but hollow, as if played through a damaged speaker.

“T-Thank you, mine shaft trauma ghost! I can hear you just fine from over here!” N stammered, his voice rising in pitch with panic as he retreated step by step.

Demir and Rian both took a step back as well, their optics narrowing in concern.

“What the hell is going on?!” Demir barked, confusion breaking through his usual bravado.

“I’m not sure, Demir!” N shouted back, his visor flickering with error messages.

The figure tilted her head slowly, like a puppet controlled by invisible strings. “You know… you’re one of the main reasons…” she began, her voice sweet—then suddenly glitched, splintering into a digital snarl.

“Í̶͉͠ ̴̝̕w̴͔̄́ȧ̵̘ņ̴̝̔̉t̶̺̲̽̐ȩ̶̐̉d̷͕̙̿͝ ̵̻͒ÿ̵͎̌o̶͎̳̚ũ̴̢̱̐r̴͔͝ ̸̹̮͑t̷̟̓̀e̷̘̒ä̸̠͍́m̵̰͓̍ ̵̡̞̀t̸͉̘̍ō̷͙̝ ̵̼̤̊̕r̷͈̕ẻ̸̠͝t̶̳͍̏a̷̻͊͗ͅi̸̺̭̊n̵̩̉ ̴͚̎́y̴̞̑̈́o̴͇͌ų̴̐́r̷̪̼͌̌ ̶̨͚͌͐p̷͓̘͠e̸̢̛͖̚r̴͍͌s̸̡̒̇ͅò̴̗̍n̴͈̒́ȁ̵͍̩͠l̵̰̎ǐ̴͔̯̈́ť̷͉̲i̵̫̦̓̆e̴͓̐̐s̸̳̕.̶̫̂̽"

Her face flickered like a glitchy screen. The cavern walls briefly illuminated with a ghostly blue light—just a projection.

“Y̸o̸u̵ ̷a̸l̵w̴a̴y̷s̴ ̷s̸u̶r̶p̸r̷i̵s̵e̸d̷ ̷m̷e̶.̸”

She stepped closer. N froze, his claws retracting as if he were under a spell. The holographic shimmer around her flickered once, then peeled away like a curtain—revealing the truth.

This wasn’t V.

What stood before them was a female worker drone like none they had ever encountered. Her plating was a dull silver, scratched and worn, and her twin tails—silvery-yellow strands—hung limply, tied low with dark hairbands. A tiny maid’s crown sat askew at the back of her head. Her black thigh-high socks were frayed at the edges, and her shoes were scuffed to a dull shine. She looked like a relic from a bygone era.

“Loved… doing… anything,” she finally whispered. Her voice had transformed completely—uncanny, mechanical, like a human trying to imitate a robot but missing the mark. It echoed through the cavern like a distorted lullaby.

Then, with an unnatural speed, she closed the gap and wrapped her arms around N. The hug was soft yet suffocating, her metal fingers digging into his plating like claws.

Lines of green code began to stream across N’s visor in frantic cascades, intertwining with the corrupted text flickering on her visor. He gasped—a sound that came out like static feedback—as her systems invaded his, overwhelming him.

His optics flickered wildly, memories flashing before his eyes like shattered glass—fragments of battles, laughter, and V herself. For a brief moment, he wasn’t in the cavern anymore.

He was inside the memory she wanted him to experience.

N finds himself in a sprawling, futuristic city, where cyberpunk towers shimmer with fractured neon lights, flickering like dying fireflies. The air is alive with the buzz of hovering Murder Drones, mercilessly tearing into screaming civilians with their metallic claws. Above, a helicopter attempts to fight back, firing bullets that barely make a dent in the Drones' defenses, until a massive black tendril lashes out, ensnaring it and dragging it into the abyss. Sparks fly, metal screams, and the chopper crumples into a twisted heap of steel.

Suddenly, N is yanked back into the shaft, still caught in the unyielding grip of the female worker drone. Demir and Rian are fighting valiantly beside him, kicking and punching with all their might, but the drone’s mechanical hold is unbreakable. On N’s visor, ominous red letters flash:

ACCESS DENIED
CONTACT ADMIN
DARKXWOLF17

N’s heart races. He knows who this is in front of him. Cyn. A cold mix of fear and determination churns in his stomach.

The drone’s mouth twists into a chilling smile. Her yellow eyes glimmer with an unnatural light, scanning him as she speaks in a glitchy monotone:

“Thanks for clearing the way… on this planet, too.”

Before he can react, a shadowy tendril shoots from her back, wrapping around N and pulling him at a terrifying speed through the metal corridors of the mineshaft. His scream echoes, metallic and raw:

“HELP!”

Demir and Rian rush forward, fists and feet striking the drone, but every blow is absorbed by her fluid, unyielding metal body. N strains against her grip, his visor flickering with spasms of code as his AbsoluteSolver fights to counter her intrusion.

“Let’s eat,” she says, her voice mechanical yet laced with an unsettling familiarity. The words send chills down N’s spine as the corridor walls blur past. He glances at Demir and Rian—friends who are still unaware of the truth—and grits his teeth, knowing he must suppress his recognition to survive.

N is being dragged down a fleshy, pulsating corridor, screaming and flailing his arms, while Rian and Demir sprint desperately behind him.

Demir grits his teeth, torn between unleashing the Absolute Solver and recalling N and V’s warnings against it. Taking a deep breath, he pushes on. The triangular symbol of the Absolute Solver glows over one of his digital eyes, energy surging through him like liquid fire.

He grabs Rian’s hand, channeling that energy to dart from wall to wall, zigzagging through the corridor and closing the gap to N. Suddenly, a distorted, mechanical voice echoes:

“C͓̊å͓l͓̊l͓̊b͓̊å͓c͓̊k͓̊ p͓̊i͓̊n͓̊g͓̊.͓̊”

Demir’s digital eyes flicker erratically—yellow, then back to normal, then yellow again—each flash sending sharp pain through his skull. His head pounds as if it might burst, but he pushes forward, Rian’s hand steady in his grip.

They turn a corner and find themselves in a fleshy, organic tunnel. Out of nowhere, a pickaxe swings from the shadows, crashing into Cyn’s arm. N wriggles free, gasping as oil and sparks fly across the walls. The attacker steps into the light: a small blob of dark red, sticky flesh draped over a standard Worker Drone core, with a single central eye surrounded by eight cylindrical camera-like eyes. Three thin black tentacles dangle below, ending in soft, crustacean-like claws arranged in a triangular formation that echoes the Absolute Solver’s Translate symbol. A crooked mourning cap with a bow sits atop her frame.

“Why is Cyn after her own murder-pet? You stupid or something?” the core taunts N.

“Oh yeah,” N smirks, brushing himself off.

“And who are you?” the core challenges Demir and Rian.

“I think that doesn’t matter!” Rian yells, pointing at Cyn, who is barreling toward them at full speed.

The core scrambles onto N’s shoulders. “Drive,” she commands. N instinctively obeys, sprinting through the twisting corridors with Demir and Rian hot on his heels.

“Hey, you look familiar. Watch the road. You got wings?” the core teases, prodding N.

“Focus! Left!” she snaps. They pivot just in time—Cyn crashes through the previous path, missing them entirely, snarling in frustration as the chase continues.

Then, with a seemingly careless flick of her wrist, the strange core conjures up an object and places it into N’s hands—a crucifix, heavy and worn, its ends adorned with small semicircles that catch the faint, flickering light of the underground. N stares at it, bewildered, feeling the cold metal against his fingers.

“Think you can lug this cross up to the surface?” the core asks nonchalantly, brushing off the dust and grime from her peculiar, fleshy form. Her voice is light, almost teasing, but the many eyes on her face glimmer with an unsettling sharpness. “I’m on the hunt for a guy named Khan.”

Demir squints, suspicion sharpening his tone. “What do you want with him?"

“Because I just do,” the core retorts, her voice slicing through the air like a knife.

"Jeez.” Rian mutters under his breath, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets. The tension in the air feels electric, like static.

N tilts his head, curiosity getting the better of him. “Why are you searching for Uzi’s dad? What—”

The core interrupts him, her voice suddenly sharp and accusatory. Her eyes narrow, burning into him.

“How do you know my daughter?” she demands, each word heavy with suspicion, echoing like a threat in the dim cavern.

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Just moments before, when the avalanche of boulders had scattered the group:

On one side of the debris, Neyan and Uzi stood together in the dimly lit corridor. Neyan was frozen, his body tense, digital pupils wide with shock, and his fists trembling at his sides. For what felt like an eternity, he just stared at the jagged wall of stone that separated them from Demir, Rian, and N.

Then, suddenly, he lunged forward, desperation taking over.

“DEMIR! RIAN!” Neyan’s voice cracked as it echoed into the heavy silence. He slammed his hands against the boulders, pulling, clawing, and prying with every ounce of strength he had. Nothing. He kicked until pain shot through his foot, punched until his fists were bruised. In a fit of frenzy, he even scrambled for lithium scraps, trying to mix them with drops of water from broken pipes, hoping for an explosion to break the stone. But it was all in vain. The rock remained unmoved.

“It’s no use,” Uzi said flatly, her tone more resigned than harsh.

Neyan froze, his shoulders slumping, his head bowing in defeat. He turned to look at her, hesitating, his lips twitching as if he wanted to say something, but the words just wouldn’t come. Finally, he faced forward again and continued walking. After a moment, Uzi followed, her boots softly clicking against the rough stone.

Then Uzi stumbled slightly. Her digital eyes flickered, glitching—yellow bleeding into purple, then back again, the pulses stuttering like a faulty heartbeat. She clutched her head, groaning through gritted teeth.

“Do you… need any help?” Neyan asked gently, forcing a smile despite the unease bubbling beneath his plating.

“No,” Uzi replied, her voice sharp and determined, even through the pain. “I can walk on my own.”

They moved forward until the narrow passage opened up. A rusted notice board leaned awkwardly against the rock, its once-vibrant paint peeling away. Scrawled across it in messy human handwriting were the words:

Dear OF Staff (human),

Due to lack of progress in units (sans 048), Team 06 (Ridley) is tasked with reattempting 002's recovery VIA failsafe USB (660b).

THE EXPECTED COMPLETION DATE IS: Sept. 27, 11:59.

don’t all die and almost let it out again lol

we’re pretty mad but mostly scared about that

Neyan tilted his head, a brow raising at the odd mix of corporate formality and human panic. “Must’ve been back when the humans were still here,” he muttered, the words laced with a shiver of unease.

Uzi only nodded, silent, her eyes flickering faintly again.

The two walked on, the silence between them heavy, awkward, and unbroken, each footstep echoing in the hollow dark.

I hope Rian and Demir are alright, Neyan thought, worry coiling inside him like a weight he couldn’t shake

They pressed on, their footsteps softly echoing against the stone, swallowed by the vast silence surrounding them. The cavern corridor seemed to stretch on forever, cloaked in shadows. The only light came from a few flickering bulbs hanging from the ceiling—warm glows that sputtered and dimmed like candles on the brink of going out. With each step, they ventured deeper into the darkness, the air thick with dust and dampness.

Then, Uzi’s stride faltered. Something lay ahead, pale and motionless.

As they approached, the shape became clearer—a human skeleton, crumpled on its side against the cavern floor. Its bones, long stripped of flesh, were the color of ash, brittle and cracked. In its stiff, curled fingers, it clutched something that gleamed faintly even in the dark.

A flashlight.

Neyan froze, staring at it. He hesitated, a wave of dread coiling in his chest. For a moment, he considered leaving it—part of him recoiled at the thought of disturbing the dead. But practicality won out. Slowly, almost reverently, he knelt and pried the cold relic from the corpse’s grip.

It was a 2800-lumen, matte-black flashlight—stainless steel, scratched and battered but miraculously intact. Neyan thumbed the switch.

With a click, the cavern burst into brilliant light. White beams sliced through the gloom, casting sharp shadows against the jagged walls. Dust motes floated lazily in the beam, like ghosts caught mid-dance.

For the first time, they could truly see.

Neyan exhaled shakily, his grip tightening around the flashlight. Uzi gave him a brief nod, her expression unreadable, then gestured for him to take the lead. He swallowed hard and obeyed, guiding their way deeper into the earth.

Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity as they walked. The rough stone floor gradually gave way to smoother, worked stone, and the narrow corridor widened. Ahead, a faint draft carried a scent that was neither dust nor decay—something different, almost sacred.

And then, they stepped into open air.

Before them loomed a cathedral.

It rose impossibly from the cavern floor, its architecture both magnificent and unsettling. Towers clawed upward, their spires biting into the cavern ceiling like jagged teeth. Domes curved proudly, their surfaces cracked but still holding remnants of grandeur. Along the exterior walls, statues lined alcoves—stone angels weathered by time, their faces eroded into haunting masks of sorrow.

The structure stretched wide, cross-shaped, its floor plan vast and deliberate. Multiple aisles led toward a central nave, and above it all, fractured stained glass windows glimmered faintly in the artificial light, casting muted colors like dying embers.

The cathedral stood in silence, an island of forgotten faith in a sea of stone.

Neyan and Uzi stood frozen, dwarfed by its majesty, its mystery, and its chilling incongruity—something so human, buried in a world of shadows.

Meanwhile, with N, Demir, Rian, and the core:

“The humans… they were running experiments on me. They tried to extract Cyn’s influence from my system using some prototype patch. It was actually working—until I managed to slip away.” The core’s voice had this odd mix of amusement and bitterness, almost like she was proud of the chaos that ensued. “I created a NULL black hole.”

She paused, letting her words hang in the air like a knife poised above a throat. The glow from her frame flickered, as if it were reliving the memory. “But then Yeva severed the NULL sphere from my hand, and it fell into some… bizarre rift. And then—” She sliced the air with her hand, mimicking an explosion, a grin spreading across her face. “—the planet half-imploded anyway. The humans all…” She trailed off, pressing her fingers to her neck and making loud, grotesque gagging and slicing sounds.

N blinked and clapped slowly, feigning admiration. “Wow. So dramatic.”

“Cut that out.” The core snapped, her tone sharp as breaking glass.

The clapping stopped abruptly. N flinched, his cheerful demeanor shifting to a sheepish frown.

“The Solver’s unfinished business crawled back to finish the job,” the core continued, her voice low and heavy with a cryptic finality. The dim light of the chamber seemed to thicken around her words, each syllable dripping with a dread that even made Rian’s confident stance waver.

“Who’s its host?” she asked suddenly, her eyes scanning the group like a predator testing the air.

“Um… like, Uzi? And a red-eyed, uh—” N stumbled, his words tripping over each other.

The core cut him off with a sharp hiss. “Yeva’s kid. I know, dummy.”

Her tone dripped with venom, as if the answer was already carved in stone.

“And me.” Demir’s voice chimed in, quiet and almost reluctant, but undeniably certain.

The core’s gaze snapped to him. A beat of silence passed. “And who exactly are you?” she demanded, her eyes narrowing with an intensity that made Rian’s chest tighten.

“Demir. Demir Akbar.” His tone was steady, despite the tension in the air.

The core’s expression shifted, recognition glimmering faintly in her gaze. “Ah. Your mother, Alara… she was the quiet one.” Her words rolled off like a knife sharpened on memory.

Then, without missing a beat, she turned her sharp stare toward N. “So tell me… which one of you was just trying to eat us?”

The question hung in the air like smoke, thick and suffocating. N froze, hesitating, but no words came.

Meanwhile, with Neyan and Uzi:

The cathedral towered around them like a crypt, its lofty spires and eerie statues silently observing as the grainy video flickered to life on the dusty screen. A hiss of static filled the air, followed by the chilling visuals of Copper-9’s collapse. Cities crumbled inward, the sky ripping apart like fragile paper, and the cries of worker drones were abruptly silenced by a dark void of collapsing reality.

As the tape sputtered to a stop, an eerie silence enveloped the chamber.

Neyan and Uzi stood frozen, as rigid as stone statues, their digital eyes wide with disbelief. Uzi’s screen flickered, her pupils fracturing—until the Absolute Solver symbol flared to life, glowing ominously.

CRACK!  

SHATTER!

The monitor erupted in a shower of sparks, shards scattering across the cathedral floor. Uzi stumbled back, clutching her head. Neyan lunged forward to catch her, but his foot slipped on the oil-slicked tiles, sending him crashing painfully to the ground.

And then, from the distant shadows… movement.

A figure emerged.

Doll.

Or what remained of her.

Her chest was a gaping wound, oil spraying out in rhythmic bursts with each unsteady step. One arm was completely missing, wires dangling and twitching as if reaching for a limb that would never come back. Her remaining hand clawed at the stone wall for support, but even that betrayed her—she slipped, sprawling in her own slick trail of black. Her visor flickered, glitching, before a phrase burned itself into view in jagged Cyrillic:

ДАЙ отпор  

(FIGHT BACK).

“Who the fu—” Neyan started, his voice cracking, but a new voice sliced through the tension.

"Yikes. Someone’s been busy.”

The words dripped with malice.

Tessa.

She stepped into the light, her posture stiff, her gaze unyielding. Each click of her boots echoed through the vast cathedral like a death knell.

Uzi spun around, desperation etched across her glitching faceplate. Her voice trembled between static and stutters. “T-Tessa, I-I-I didn’t—sh-she just—wait! Something else did this to Doll! You—you have to believe me—"

Her words tumbled out in broken, panicked breaths. The Solver symbol in her eyes flickered with intensity as she reached for its power—but nothing happened. Terror widened her digital pupils as Tessa drew her blade, the steel glinting under the shattered cathedral light.

“TESSA! SHE DIDN’T DO THIS!” Neyan’s voice echoed through the chamber, raw and strained. He forced himself to stand, his body shaking, and positioned himself in front of Uzi. Though his frame trembled, his stance remained firm.

Tessa’s voice didn't even waver. Not even a hint of softness.

“No worries,” she replied coldly, lifting her sword. “This just makes my job easier.”

The blade swung. Metal clashed.

Neyan cried out as it sliced across his arm, oil spraying in a gruesome arc. He fell to the ground, clutching the wound, his breath coming in sharp, rattling gasps as the dark liquid pooled beneath him.

“Thought there’d be more of you Solver freaks around,” Tessa muttered, stepping over his broken body, her gaze fixed on Uzi. She raised the blade, positioning it for a lethal strike.

And just as it began to descend—

“You knew about the patch. Yes… or no? One. Chance.”

N’s voice sliced through the cathedral like a knife, low and menacing. His hand transformed into a sharp, steel blade, pressing dangerously close to Tessa’s neck. The metallic edge shimmered in the flickering light, sending chills through the dark corners of the room.

Meanwhile, Demir and Rian rushed to Neyan’s side. He was slumped against the cold stone floor, gripping his wound as black oil seeped out, forming a pool beneath him.

“Are you okay?!” Rian exclaimed, panic rising in his voice.

“No…” Neyan groaned, grimacing as he struggled to steady himself, finally managing to sit up.

Demir’s digital eyes pulsed, the Absolute Solver symbol glowing fiercely as it replaced one of his irises. He channeled telekinetic energy, weaving metal and flesh together as the edges of Neyan’s torn arm began to stitch themselves closed. A soft metallic hum resonated through the cathedral as the wound sealed.

But then, the glowing symbol flickered erratically. Demir pressed a hand to his temple, gritting his teeth as a sharp, throbbing pain shot through his skull.

“Ị̵͘ ̸̮̀d̴̨̊ȯ̴͜n̴͇͐’̵͙͋t̶̥̿ ̴͇̽k̵͓̽n̷̳̈́o̵̥̓ẇ̶͍ ̸͎̈́w̷͚̐h̴̝͑a̵͈̽t̶͔͊’̷̠̒ś̶͎ ̷̼́w̵̡͊r̴̝̾o̷̢̚ṉ̵̊g̷̟̿ ̴̼́w̴͕̐i̶͜͝ṱ̸́h̸̰͝ ̸̺͆ṫ̷̥h̵̜̑e̴̢̚ ̸͋ͅS̸̰̑o̷͝ͅl̶̖̅v̵͕̋e̸̛͉r̴̝͛ ̸̳͊l̷͚̚a̴͓̍t̶̘͝è̴̖l̷̨̍y̵͎̒!̷̢̽ ̵̮̊I̷̪͝t̴̘̾ ̴̗̊k̸͇̿e̵͈͊ẹ̶̄p̵̰̕s̸̮̎…̸̘̀ ̸̲̓ǵ̷͉l̷̝͠i̸͓͠t̵͔̂c̸̻̕h̴̩̉ḯ̸̞n̸̘̏g̴̰̿,̸̢̉ ̷͚̌a̷̩̕n̸̞̚d̸̳́ ̶͓͗ì̷̼t̶͔͛’̴̪͛s̷̘͘ ̷̲̒h̷͕̕u̷͓͝r̶͍̂t̴̛͓i̵̠͒ṋ̸̉g̷̣̾ ̶͓̂ḿ̴̲y̶͖̍ ̷̃ͅh̸̨̑e̸̙̕a̵̛̬d̵͉͛!̴̥̽” he shouted, his voice warping as the glitch pulses distorted the sound.

Back with N and Tessa, the tension was thick, coiling like a spring.

“Cute. You know why I keep you around, N—” Tessa started, her voice dripping with mockery.

But N didn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, he slashed, the steel edge slicing across Tessa’s neck. Her body went limp, collapsing with a dull thud. Her helmet rolled away, revealing her shocked, lifeless face.

N’s chest heaved as he gasped for breath, a mix of adrenaline and horror etched across his features. Uzi stepped forward, carefully extracting the crucifix from her chest, her purple-glitching eyes darting between him and the fallen Tessa. She crouched down, hands trembling as she reached for the crucifix N was holding.

“Hey… buddy. Yeah… that should help,” N said softly, offering her the crucifix. His voice, though rough from exertion, carried a warmth that seemed to anchor them in the chaos.

Uzi accepted it, gripping it tightly as N gently helped her to her feet. His blade retracted, replaced by hands that shook slightly but were steady enough to hold her.

“All I know is… I need you… to figure things out…” N whispered, voice trembling but firm. He reached out, clasping Uzi’s hands in his.

“Together,” he said, the word heavy with finality, a promise forged in the midst of carnage.

But then.

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Uzi’s laughter shattered the silence of the cathedral like shards of glass—sharp, jagged, and utterly unsettling. Her hands shook as she gripped the crucifix, her only fragile defense against the Solver’s relentless hold. With a swift motion, she broke it in two, the pieces scattering across the cold stone floor. The sound of the break echoed endlessly, a haunting reminder of what was lost.

N stumbled back, his digital eyes wide with terror, the last flicker of hope extinguished in the glow of his visor. Uzi tilted her head, her movements stiff and doll-like. A low, glitchy giggle bubbled up from her throat as she looked up, her eyes glowing an eerie yellow—a predator’s warning.

“That’s really sweet, big brother,” she purred, her voice a jarring mix of human and robotic tones that made every word feel like nails on a chalkboard.

With a sickening crack, a grotesquely elongated arm ripped free from her back, ending in razor-sharp talons. It lunged forward, pinning N against a marble pillar, the impact sending cracks spiderwebbing across the stone. From her spine, another limb unfurled—a gleaming scythe, dripping with Solver energy, aimed menacingly at N’s chest.

“Too bad you’ve outlived your usefulness,” she said, her voice glitching between tones, her smile disturbingly wide. “Don’t worry. Your backups will understand.”

Demir, Rian, and Neyan rushed forward, desperation etched on their faces, but before they could make a move—
A sudden shift in the air.

The small core—Nori—materialized, her presence sharp and commanding. With a snap of her claws, a telekinetic wave surged outward, and a rusted pickaxe shot from the debris, spinning through the air. It sliced through Uzi’s extra limbs with a metallic scream, sparks and oil spraying as N was freed.

Uzi hissed, her eyes narrowing, her voice crackling with static: “Nori? You’re dead.”

The core’s single eye glinted with fury. “You’re fucking grounded!” she shot back, her voice laced with fierce authority.

Uzi merely tilted her head again, her expression blank, glitchy words spilling out: “Angry.”

That single word was followed by a sudden blur of motion—Demir. His eye burned with the Absolute Solver’s triangular insignia, glowing like a curse. He poured the Solver’s current through his frame, feet slamming against the cathedral stone as he launched forward.

He twisted mid-air and drove a heel kick into Uzi’s abdomen with all the force he could muster. The impact boomed, the shockwave rattling the pillars, and the Solver-controlled Uzi was hurled backward, skidding across the cathedral floor, gouging lines into the stone as her talons scraped to catch balance.

"And who might you be?” the Solver-controlled Uzi hissed, her grin sharp and unsettling, her glowing yellow digital eyes flickering in erratic patterns. Her voice stuttered and glitched, sounding like a corrupted program that had somehow come to life.

Demir’s crimson optics fixed on her, unwavering, his metallic lower head locked in place, his chassis humming softly with the faint red energy of the Absolute Solver. He stayed silent, allowing the tension to build like a storm about to break.

“Rian. Neyan. Snipers, ready.” His voice cut through the air, cold and mechanical, leaving no room for doubt.

In perfect unison, Rian and Neyan lifted their rifles, the metal of their hands clanging against the frigid alloy. But the Solver-controlled Uzi was quicker than they could have imagined. Her body contorted in ways that defied logic, joints bending and stretching beyond their limits, and with a single, powerful grip, she snatched N.

N’s chassis shook violently as she lifted him high, the cathedral ceiling cracking and crumbling under the strain. Sparks cascaded from shattered lighting panels, mingling with the oil spraying from N’s ventilation seams.

With a distorted laugh that echoed through the chamber, Uzi vanished in a blink, teleporting across the room, her claws carving deep grooves into the reinforced stone floors and walls.

Demir’s red optics flared to life. The triangular symbol of the Absolute Solver pulsed in his right eye. He reached out with his telekinetic power, pulling Rian, Neyan, and the core, Nori, across the cathedral’s shattered beams with a fluid, almost predatory grace.

They landed just in time to see N ensnared in Uzi’s grasp. The blades extending from her forearms glinted menacingly, ready to pierce his chest panel. Digital codes flickered across N’s visor as the corrupted Uzi forced him to move his own arm—his razor-sharp, synthetic blade—toward her neck.

“Do it,” her voice glitched, a mix of static layered over a high-pitched synthetic whisper. “Finish me.”

N’s circuits overloaded with erratic flashes of light, servos whining under stress. His blade shuddered in the grip of the corrupted program.

Demir reacted instantly. His telekinetic currents pulsed through his chassis, seizing Nori’s pickaxe, which hummed with residual Solver energy. With a single arc of precise motion, he severed Uzi’s extended arm, spraying thick black oil like digital blood. Sparks shot from her exposed servos as she shrieked in a glitched cascade of human and machine sound.

Before she could recover, Demir’s Absolute Solver energy enveloped his chassis. Metal servos hissed, joints flexed unnaturally, and with a telekinetic surge, he grabbed Uzi’s small frame and launched her across the cathedral. She collided with the far wall, embedding deep into the stone, sparks and oil mixing into a storm of mechanical ruin.

For a heartbeat, the cathedral was silent, save for the hiss of damaged hydraulics and the faint drip of black oil from her shattered limbs. The drones—Demir, Rian, Neyan, N, and Nori—stood ready, circuits pulsing, eyes glowing in unison, prepared for the next calculated strike.

Rian and Neyan crouched low on the cathedral’s jagged platform, their snipers gripped tightly in their metallic hands as they loaded each chamber with hefty 50-caliber rounds. Their bodies were tense, servos straining as every joint prepared for the chaotic dance of destruction that was about to unfold. Sparks from damaged railings flickered across their alloyed faces, reflecting in their glowing digital eyes.

Meanwhile, Demir was helping N, who was slightly trembling from the impact, brushing off layers of dirt, debris, and streaks of black oil from his metallic chassis. Each pat was methodical and precise, yet carried a hint of concern—an almost human instinct peeking through their mechanical forms.

Across the shattered cathedral floor, the Solver-controlled Uzi rose with an eerie grace, her chassis gleaming under the flickering lights. Her grin was a strange mix of unnervingly human and disturbingly machine-like, with metallic teeth and lips stained with oil. She flicked her wrist, and three NULL black hole discs appeared, hovering in midair with a hum of warped gravity, their surfaces shimmering with twisted, inky light.

Without warning, she hurled the discs toward N, Demir, and Nori, who was precariously perched on N’s shoulder. The discs sliced through the air with terrifying speed. N and Demir barely managed to react in time, their frames twisting midair, hydraulics whining as they dodged with impossible precision, balancing atop broken beams and fragmented stone. Sparks flew where metal scraped against jagged surfaces.

A silent nod passed between them. Time slowed in their digital optics as they readied themselves to strike back. N extended his razor-sharp, matte-black wings, gleaming under the dim cathedral lights. With a mechanical hiss and servos whirring, he propelled himself toward the ceiling platform where the Solver-controlled Uzi hovered, her corrupted energy radiating like a black sun.

Demir follows, teleporting across the gaps between platforms with Absolute Solver energy rippling from his chassis. The triangular symbol in his eye pulses violently as he lands on the platform next to Uzi, feet clanging against the broken stone, metal reverberating.

N morphs one hand into a smooth, matte-black AK-47, the barrel gleaming under the overhead lights. He fires in short, precise bursts, each round impacting with mechanical precision, sending vibrations along the platform and sparking small fissures in Uzi’s armor.

Simultaneously, Demir launches into a barrage of calculated kicks and punches, each strike accompanied by the hiss of hydraulics and the spark of servos. His fists collide with Uzi’s chest plate, denting metal and causing oil to spray in arcs, the sound echoing through the cathedral like distant thunder.

On the opposite platform, Rian and Neyan adjust their aim, bullets whistling through the shattered air, careful to avoid hitting their allies. Every shot sends ripples of kinetic energy across the broken stone floor, dust swirling in ghostly clouds.

Demir times a final, devastating strike. With a low growl of hydraulic pressure, he pounds his fist into Uzi’s chest, the impact ringing out like a hammer on an anvil. Sparks explode, oil jets from the punctured armor, and the Solver-controlled Uzi is knocked back violently, slamming against the far wall, her corrupted circuits flaring in a cascade of yellow and purple light.

Out of nowhere, the Solver-controlled Uzi materializes—her glitchy, corrupted frame phasing in right behind Demir, accompanied by the eerie hum of malfunctioning code. She jitters unnaturally, her metallic silhouette flickering in and out, as if reality itself is struggling to keep her contained.

Demir, fixated on the chaos above, doesn’t catch sight of her until it’s far too late. Uzi’s corrupted optics blaze a fierce yellow, glowing like molten metal, and with a swift snap of her leg servos, she strikes. The impact lands with a metallic crack, sending Demir skidding across the shattered rooftop.

For a split second, he teeters on the brink, arms flailing, his stabilizers screaming as his metal frame wobbles against the pull of gravity. Below him, the abyss yawns dark and endless, shards of glass and dust spiraling into the void. One wrong move, and he’s done for.

The Solver tilts her head, a grin spreading across her face, glitch-static dancing in her expression. Then she delivers the final shove.

Demir plummets. The wind howls against him as he falls, the cathedral spires flashing by in jagged streaks. His optics flicker with frantic scans, the Absolute Solver within him pulsing violently, as if it too is fighting against oblivion.

And then—like a sudden twist of fate—Demir reappears midair, Solver energy crackling around him in arcs of distorted violet light. His hand, glowing with searing glyphs, snaps onto Uzi’s corrupted arm with a grip that reverberates through her frame.

Her corrupted optics widen, a fleeting flicker of surprise breaking through her malice.

With a sharp twist of his torso and the full force of his mechanical frame, Demir pivots, harnessing the momentum of his return. His movements blur with precision and fury as he hurls the Solver-controlled Uzi across the battlefield. She crashes into another rooftop platform with a thunderous impact, stone fracturing beneath her, dust and debris billowing into the air.

For a moment, the cathedral shakes under the force, the stained-glass fragments above trembling like fragile stars about to fall.

N, with Nori perched on his head like a shimmering crown of silver code, lands next to Demir, the heavy thud of his reinforced steel boots echoing against the cracked stone. The air crackles with static as Nori’s tiny form glows with Solver energy—her digital eye a fierce violet as she taps into her telekinesis.

With a swift flick of her leg, a pickaxe adorned with Solver glyphs breaks free from the rubble. It hurtles through the dust-laden air, spinning wildly, its jagged blade wailing like a banshee as it heads straight for the Solver-corrupted Uzi.

For a brief moment, it feels like fate is sealed—an inevitable strike aimed right at her chest.

But then—

N lunges forward, his wings bursting open in a rush of black steel. His movements blur with urgency, and in one fluid motion, he scoops up Nori and places her onto Demir’s head, treating her like a precious treasure. Without a second thought, he positions himself between the pickaxe and Uzi.

The blade makes contact.

Metal shrieks against metal as the pickaxe crashes into N’s body, sparks and debris exploding like fireworks. He’s sent crashing down, slamming into the cathedral’s fractured stone floor with a jolt that shakes the very foundations. Dust clouds billow up, choking the air, while N’s wings twitch feebly against the ground, half-folded and battered.

Demir’s optics widen, his usually icy gaze shattering into disbelief. His concentration falters—and that moment of hesitation is all the Solver needs. Uzi, her digital eyes flickering wildly between haunted violet and blazing yellow, strikes. With a flick of her talons, Demir and Nori are yanked off balance and slammed down beside N, the pickaxe pinning them like prey under the crushing weight of corrupted telekinesis.

The cathedral groans around them, splintered beams threatening to cave in, while the Solver-controlled Uzi looms overhead, her twisted grin crackling with static.

Meanwhile, across the battlefield, Rian and Neyan vault from their rooftop perch. Their frames twist midair, servos straining, and they land silently on a nearby ledge overlooking the chaos.

“Should we—?” Neyan whispers, his grip tightening nervously on his sniper, every servo in his arms rattling from tension.

“Not yet,” Rian replies, voice sharp and calm as glass. His optics narrow, calculating. “We wait for the perfect moment.”

The two of them crouch in silence, eyes locked on the struggle below. Like hunters in the rafters, they bide their time.

Meanwhile, the Solver-controlled Uzi zooms forward, her corrupted wings slicing through the air like razor-sharp knives. She lunges at Demir and Nori, her talons stretching wide, and in one swift motion, she grabs Nori’s tiny core frame in her clawed grip. With a grotesque grin, her jaw unhinges wider than it should, digital teeth glitching into jagged patterns as she drags Nori toward her mouth—ready to devour her like scrap data.

Demir struggles against the telekinetic force pinning him down, every servo straining, but his body is battered and aching. He claws at the cracked stone beneath him, optics flaring red with frustration—helpless as the Solver prepares to consume the only ally who can fight back.

Then, a broken voice slices through the tension.

“NORI!” N shouts from across the cathedral floor, his voice crackling with static. His frame is bent, wings dented, coolant leaking in oily streams, but he forces himself to stand tall. “I should mention—Uzi and I, uh…” He coughs, glitching, his optics flickering in and out. “…we kinda… hang out. A lot. I dunno…”

The Solver-Uzi’s yellow eyes flicker downward, narrowing at him—confused, if only for a moment. She follows his gaze and sees the words he’s scrawled across the stone floor with his own leaking oil.

HANG OUT?
WE JUST KINDA
ARE HANGING OUT
A LOT IDK

The childish scrawl hangs in the air like a desperate plea, like a memory she can’t quite shake off.

“NOW!” Rian’s voice booms from above, sharp as a gunshot.

In perfect sync, Rian and Neyan fire from the rafters. Their rifles roar with thunder, barrels glowing from the recoil, and two massive .50-cal rounds rip through the Solver’s arm. Metal shatters, oily black coolant sprays in a fine mist, and the corrupted limb spasms violently, loosening its grip on Nori.

Before Uzi can recover, Nori’s optics blaze bright white. With a fierce determination, she thrusts one of her tiny legs forward, pointing directly at N.

“Uzi Doorman!” she screams, her voice echoing with static. “Those things killed your frickin’ mother!”

Then she swings.

For such a small frame, the force is catastrophic. Her leg smashes against Uzi’s corrupted visor with the power of telekinetic amplification. The impact resounds like a cannon shot, and the two of them are driven downward in a spiraling arc, crashing into the cathedral floor with an earth-shaking BOOM.

Dust explodes outward, pillars crack, and shards of stained glass rain from above like falling stars. The cathedral trembles, half its roof threatening to collapse.

Uzi and Nori lay in the crater of their impact—sparks, coolant, and smoke swirling around them—while Demir, N, Rian, and Neyan look on, tense, waiting to see who rises first

Demir finally breaks free, his muscles and servos straining as he grips the pickaxe, crashing down hard onto the dusty cathedral floor beside Nori and Uzi. The impact sends shards of stone and clouds of dust swirling in the dim, flickering light.

“Ø₩! ł'₥ ₦Ø₮—” Uzi, controlled by the solver, stammers, her voice glitching wildly, hands gripping Nori as if the little core were a delicate orb of data.

Then, in a sudden, almost imperceptible wave, her digital eyes flicker—from the chaotic yellow to their familiar calm purple. A collective sigh of relief washes over N, Demir, Rian, and Neyan, a relief so profound it feels like gravity has lifted from their chests. N rises, fully regenerated, his frame glimmering softly under the cathedral’s fractured light.

But that fragile moment of peace shatters in an instant.

“Hey, hag! You don’t fucking own me!” Uzi yells, and with a swift, ruthless motion, she kicks Nori down the yawning pit below, sending the tiny core tumbling like a helpless data sphere into the shadowy depths. N’s sensors flare with panic.

“NORI!!!” he screams, his voice jagged with terror and fury. He surges forward, wings whirring, every servo straining.

Demir’s digital optics widen, scanning the danger, but even he hesitates—caught between action and shock.

“What?! We did NOT agree on being gross and—” Uzi snaps, frustration and raw emotion glitching through her voice.

“That was your mom!” N blurts out, his voice breaking with anguish and a lifetime of unresolved grief.

“You weren’t supposed to say that,” Demir murmurs coldly, still steadying himself near the rubble.

“What?!” Uzi freezes, her frame trembling in disbelief, her purple optics widening.

“Wait, no!” N yells again, reaching out, but the moment has slipped away—too late.

Then, in a heartbeat that feels suspended in time, both of them collapse into each other’s arms, drones designed for combat now trembling with raw emotion. Digital tears stream down Uzi’s face, flickering in shades of purple, reflecting the turmoil within.

N gently cradles the back of her head, his oil-streaked hands radiating warmth against her chassis as he offers comfort, grounding her in the moment.

The cathedral around them falls into a hushed silence—broken pillars, shattered glass, and flickering lights stand as silent witnesses to their delicate reunion. In that instant, the war, the chaos, the manipulation—all of it fades away, leaving just N and Uzi, connected by trust, grief, and a sense of relief.

From above, Rian and Neyan start their descent from the cathedral’s crumbling roof. The expansive chamber hums softly with static, flickering amber light reflecting off the shattered stained-glass pieces scattered below.

Rian moves carefully, taking his time with each step, the old beams creaking under his weight. Dust floats down in delicate silver clouds. His winter boots scrape against the decaying stone, the rubber soles making a soft squeak.

Neyan, on the other hand, is quick and nimble — confident and sure-footed — his dark winter boots thumping lightly against the supports as he hops from ledge to ledge with practiced ease. In no time, he lands next to Demir, the gentle crunch of snow-dusted debris announcing his arrival.

He looks up with a grin. “Rian, why are you so slow?”

“Yeah, well, I’d prefer not to fall to my dea—” Rian retorts.

CRACK.

Rian’s words are abruptly cut off as the ledge crumbles beneath him. He yells, arms flailing, tumbling down in a cloud of dust and broken stone.

Before he hits the ground, Neyan springs forward, servos whirring, and catches him in a princess style — one arm under his back, the other supporting his legs.

For a brief moment, both drones freeze. Rian blinks, his optics wide with disbelief, before he bursts into laughter — a loud, genuine sound that echoes through the cathedral, bouncing off the empty pews and shattered walls.

Neyan smirks down at him, winking playfully. “See? I told you I’d catch you.”

Demir, standing a few feet away, watches with a faint smile creeping onto his otherwise stoic face. For the first time in what feels like ages, there’s a flicker of warmth among them — a moment of friendship amidst the cold ruins.

Then—

Squelch.

The sound slices through their laughter — wet, heavy, and unsettling. The echo hangs in the air, followed by the faint drip of oil hitting stone.

Rian’s laughter fades instantly. Neyan’s grin disappears. Demir’s optics narrow, the atmosphere thick with silence.

Something stirs in the shadows beyond the cathedral pillars.  

A low hum.  

A dragging sound.  

An...

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N and Uzi stumble back from their embrace, hearts racing, as Neyan carefully lays Rian down on the dusty cathedral floor. Their eyes, wide and darting, snap toward the source of the grotesque squelching that shattered the brief warmth of their reunion.

There, looming over the remnants of Doll’s torn body, stands a figure. A silhouette of pure horror. The once lifeless form now moves with a sick, predatory grace, ravenously devouring Doll’s fleshy, squid-like core.

She rises slowly, in a way that’s deeply unsettling. Her legs twist at unnatural angles, a brittle stance that sends chills through every servo in their bodies. Her hair, dark and wild, falls in twin tails, each tightly bound with a lower hairband. Her eye sockets are empty voids — yet within them flickers a visor-like display, pulsing with another’s digital visage. Her “eyes” are X-shaped, glowing a piercing neon yellow-orange, framed by streaks of dried blood.

Her jaw stretches grotesquely as she reveals rows of jagged, needle-like teeth, her tongue a dark gray, writhing like shadowy liquid. A torn patch of skin exposes the drone identification number etched on her chest: 1001. Her dress, once elegant, is now tattered, blackened, and worn — like the remnants of a long-forgotten ceremony.

Demir’s processors whir and freeze at the sight. Who is this? he wonders internally, the uncertainty making his servos twitch.

“₦Ɇ₵₭ ฿ł₮Ɇ,” the figure hisses, her voice eerily mirroring Uzi’s under the solver’s control. In an instant, she lunges, snapping her jaws toward N’s neck.

At the same time, a long, segmented scythe springs from her back, its jagged joints piercing Uzi’s side. A scream erupts from Uzi as both she and N are dragged across the cathedral floor, the sound echoing off the shattered stone and stained glass.

Demir’s digital optics widen in recognition, his neural processors firing rapidly. This… this is Cyn. His expression hardens, circuits cold and precise, energy coiling within him.

He powers up the Absolute Solver, a fierce crimson glow crackling around his frame. The air buzzes with telekinetic energy, red lightning-like arcs flickering across the floor and walls. In an instant, he darts through the cathedral, moving faster than a thought, and leaps toward Cyn.

Time seems to slow down. He lands a flawless axe kick, his heel smashing into the segmented scythe with a sharp metallic crack, shattering it in an instant. Uzi slips free, oil and sparks flying from her body as she gasps, quickly finding her balance again.

Cyn pauses, her head tilting slightly as if she's mildly annoyed. “Annoyed,” she says, her voice flat and laced with malice. “It’s been fun. And, by the way… that was sarcasm. Honestly… I’m starving.”

Without another word, she plunges into the cathedral’s wormhole, her figure vanishing into the darkness below.

Before anyone can react, a blinding flash of light bursts from the pit. Huge, writhing tentacles shoot up, the cathedral alarms blaring in mechanical panic, echoing through every crumbling spire and broken pew. The air is thick with ozone, dust, and the acrid scent of burnt circuits, signaling that the battle is far from over.

One of the massive, writhing tentacles shot out from the glowing pit, its slick, rubbery surface glinting in the eerie orange light, and wrapped around N, yanking him toward the abyss. His metallic fingers scraped against the stone ledge as he screamed, his visor flickering with panic.

“Don’t let go,” Demir said, voice cold, almost detached, yet threaded with unyielding determination. He gripped N’s hand with every ounce of strength, knuckles whitening.

“Yes! I know!” N yelled back, eyes wide as the glowing chasm beneath them yawned like a living maw. Sparks of telekinetic energy crackled around Demir as he held fast, grounding both of them against the pull.

From above, another tentacle whipped toward Uzi, catching her off guard. She grunted, scrabbling to grip the ledge with one hand, her body dangling precariously over the void. Her digital eyes, still glitching between hues, found N’s.

“Hey… thanks for, like…” she said weakly, voice strained against the tension.

“UZI! DON’T YOU DARE!” N bellowed, panic and desperation cracking his voice.

“Everything,” she said with grim finality, her solver flaring to life. With a precise flick, the tentacle she had been holding now became a weapon, slamming N and Demir away from the edge. The force sent them skidding across the jagged rocks, balancing on the narrow ledges as sparks flew from the friction.

In a final, merciless act, Uzi’s solver tore N free from her grasp—but at a cost. A swift, precise motion severed his leg, oil spurting in dark arcs into the void.

“Die mad,” she croaked, her voice distorted, glimmering with that unnatural solver resonance. Then, without another word, she let go, plummeting into the glowing abyss below, her body swallowed by the dark, fiery pit.

Demir’s heart—or what passed for it in a drone’s frame—tightened. Without hesitation, he released N’s hand and zipped forward, diving into the wormhole. Gravity—or the lack thereof—didn’t deter him; he tumbled, twisted, and grunted, his movements precise and fluid despite the fall.

“What did I say about not being separated?” he muttered, voice laced with frustration, yet calm amidst the chaos. They both fell gracefully, weaving through the darkness as the tunnel of molten light swallowed them.

Above, on the jagged edges of the cathedral, Rian’s voice cracked, raw with fear. “DEMIR!” His digital optics widened as he watched both figures vanish into the glowing void.

Meanwhile, within the darkness, Demir and Uzi suspended, weightless, suspended in a void of deep shadows and molten orange light. Ahead of them, the shattered remains of Copper-9 loomed, a massive, fractured shell. At its center pulsed a hole, glowing fiercely, the planet’s inner core burning with molten fire and energy. The heat radiated outward, casting stark, flickering shadows across the drone’s bodies, illuminating the danger—and the impossible challenge—that awaited them.

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Demir and Uzi drifted soundlessly through the vacuum, their silhouettes framed against the shattered sphere of Copper-9. The dead planet glowed faintly beneath them — oceans of molten metal simmering through cracks in its crust, flickering like dying embers in the void.

Demir turned his head toward her, the faint reflection of the planet’s glow rippling across his visor. His lips moved, forming words that never reached her:

“What did I say about being separated?”

But silence reigned. No air. No sound. Nothing but the hum of his own internal systems.

Right, Demir thought bitterly, sound doesn’t travel in space… or whatever.

He blinked as the two of them began to drift apart, their bodies slowly rotating, carried by invisible inertia. He extended a hand, activating the Absolute Solver — a crimson shimmer pulsed from his palm, and the nearby rock fragments trembled. He anchored himself onto a drifting asteroid with a telekinetic grip, metal boots pressing into its surface as he sat down, stabilizing his balance.

Uzi followed his example, landing on a neighboring chunk of debris. All around them, fragments of the cathedral floated like a graveyard of memory — torn steel, drifting glass, and ribbons of digital code bleeding out into the darkness.

She turned her visor toward the expanse of orbiting rocks surrounding Copper-9… and froze.

On one of them — a faint light flickered. A small, familiar figure hopped gracefully from asteroid to asteroid, each landing leaving trails of Solver energy in her wake.

Uzi’s eyes widened.
"Mum?!"

She tried to shout, but of course, no sound came. Her digital face flickered with frustration before she projected a bright line of text across her visor:

MUM!?

The distant figure — Nori, the Core — paused, turned, and then casually began carving glowing words into the surface of a nearby rock with her pickaxe.

WHOOPS.

Uzi crossed her arms and glared, her visor flickering again as new words appeared:

HOW STOP SOLVER?

Nori tilted her head and began carving again, the faint glint of the stars reflecting off her drill-sharp pickaxe.

PATCH?

She added a crude drawing beside it — a tiny crucifix patch with an exaggerated sparkle.

Uzi’s visor dimmed slightly, lines of worry data flickering across her display. New text appeared:

SOLVER CONTROL ME AGAIN?

Nori paused mid-carve. Then, with deliberately slow strokes, she etched into the rock:

IF U A LIL BITCH.

Uzi’s glare softened. A small chuckle escaped her mouth and she smiles warmly.

Demir, who had been quietly observing, emitted a faint pulse of red light from his visor and projected his own message into the dark:

SO NO NEED FOR PATCH TO REMOVE SOLVER’S INFLUENCE?

Nori turned to another asteroid, carving quickly and confidently:

YES.

Then she hesitated for a moment before continuing:

ABSOLUTE SOLVER NEEDS HOST – DESTROY CYN’S HEART <|3

The carved words glowed faintly, the heart symbol flickering in eerie orange before fading.

Uzi and Demir exchanged a silent glance — a wordless agreement passing between them through the faint flicker of their visors. They both nodded once.

Nori, then raised one of her legs. A burst of purple energy flowed through her leg as she used her Solver to materialize a glowing pickaxe, its handle made out of many folded layers of steel. She extended it toward Uzi — the weapon slowly floating across the void like a comet.

Uzi reached out—

BOOM!

A blinding flash tore through the silence. A massive landing pod slammed through the asteroid field, scattering debris in every direction. The shockwave rippled through space like liquid glass.

The impact sent Uzi and Demir tumbling violently as the pod smashed into their rocks, tearing them apart. The pickaxe spun away into the endless dark, and Nori was flung off into the distance, her light fading rapidly into the void.

Demir’s optics flickered with static. He reached out through the weightless chaos, his telekinetic energy sparking around his arm.

No…

But the vacuum swallowed everything — the light, the noise, and even the thought. Only the stars remained.

Uzi and Demir clung tightly to the side of the landing pod, their fingers and boots gripping it as if they were made of iron. The vast emptiness stretched endlessly around them, with stars twinkling like distant pinpricks of light, and below, Copper-9 silently spun, its molten cracks glowing a faint orange. The pod wobbled dangerously, scraping past floating debris, while Demir’s mind calculated every shift and micro-jerk.

With a surge of telekinetic strength, he pulled himself up to the pod’s hatch, his digital eyes scanning the interior through the thick, reflective glass. Inside, the scene made him pause for just a moment — N, confidently at the controls, fingers dancing across the console; Rian standing alert, scanning the surroundings; and Neyan, crouched near the pilot, his face lighting up as soon as he spotted Demir.

Without missing a beat, Neyan leapt toward the hatch and yanked it open, a grin spreading across his face. “Demir!” he called, his voice crackling over the comm interface in the vacuum.

Demir found his footing on the ledge and swung himself inside just as N, ever-resourceful, flicked his tail out and hooked Uzi, pulling her in with surprising gentleness. The door hissed shut behind them, sealing out the dark expanse of space.

“Spaceship pilot!” N called cheerfully, spinning in his seat and waving, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Uzi whirled around, still shaken. “What?! No! N! My mom… she was back there!” she shouted, throwing a loose metal component at him. Alarms blared, red lights flashing along the pod’s panels. N scrambled, frantically mashing keys.

“Sorry! I didn’t know—” N stammered, his hands flying over the console, until Uzi, exasperated but relieved, lunged forward and hugged him. Miraculously, the alarm cut off with a single beep, leaving only the steady hum of the pod’s engines.

Demir leaned back against the interior wall, arms crossed, his voice flat but his mind racing. “Wow. Not even surprised. First, you show up with a jeep and snipers when I was about to be killed, and now a space ship."

Neyan, full of energy, was playfully fiddling with a wrench. “Guess what? We found a key to a landing pod!” he exclaimed with a grin. “And then N dropped the bomb that he’s a spaceship pilot. I think he’s still getting the hang of it, though — we kept bumping into asteroids and crashing into stuff. But, hey, no judgments, right?”

Rian, sitting calmly by the controls, nodded, his face a mask of cool composure, hiding the tension that loomed in the vastness outside. “Yeah,” he replied softly, “it was… a nightmare.”

Demir’s gaze darted between them, his chest tight with unspoken relief. He didn’t say a word, allowing the gentle hum of the pod and the endless stars outside to fill the quiet — a brief moment of peace before the storm they were yet to confront.

Inside the cramped landing pod, N's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Uzi was clinging to him, her face buried against his chest, her digital eyes flickering with a mix of fear and relief.

“You were supposed to get away,” she murmured, her voice shaky but muffled, holding on for dear life.

“Yeah, I’m actually kind of mad at you for what you did,” N replied, pouting a bit, a flash of exasperation crossing his face. “But we can—”

Suddenly, a shrill alarm blared, cutting him off as the pod shook violently with warning lights flashing red.

“TALK LATER!!” N yelled, yanking the steering wheel. The pod skidded and swerved wildly through a dense meteor field, meteors zipping by like fiery comets, trailing sparks and smoke. Small impacts rattled the hull, sending tremors through their bodies, but N navigated with an uncanny skill, dodging each flaming rock by mere inches.

After what felt like an eternity, the pod finally settled in a relatively safe spot, floating among the debris. Both N and Uzi let out a breath they didn’t realize they were holding, adrenaline still buzzing through their circuits. They exchanged a glance and smiled—a rare, fleeting moment of relief. Uzi even let out a high-pitched, almost gleeful cackle, her voice echoing softly inside the metal shell.

But their moment of peace was short-lived.

“Oi! There’s a tendril behind you!” Demir shouted from a distance.

N and Uzi spun around, digital eyes widening, and Rian and Neyan spotted it too: a massive, black, serpentine appendage slithering through the void, glinting ominously with an unnatural sheen. Along its length, a glowing message pulsed menacingly: STOP :) — Cyn.

In an instant, the tendril slammed into the pod. Metal screeched and twisted as if it were mere paper. The pod disintegrated in seconds. N, Uzi, Demir, Rian, and Neyan were thrown into freefall, tumbling through the void.

Flames danced around them as they plunged into the planet’s atmosphere, blinding light enveloping their forms while leaving their drone bodies untouched.

N and Uzi instinctively clasped hands, spiraling down together in a graceful descent. Meanwhile, Demir, Rian, and Neyan veered off on a different path, their eyes locked ahead, filled with unwavering determination.

“This is… incredible!” Neyan shouted, throwing his fist into the air as the firestorm swirled around him, sparks flying with every movement.

“It’s so warm… I could almost drift off,” Rian murmured, his voice drowsy yet his gaze sharp, scanning the flames and debris that surrounded them.

Demir’s digital eyes shone with a fierce crimson glow. “We’re going to take down Cyn,” he declared, his voice steady and resolute, cutting through the chaos. “No matter what it takes, we fight.”

Neyan and Rian raised their fists in perfect unison, a synchronized cheer ringing out through the fiery sky.

At last, they landed — not with a jolt, but smoothly — on a jagged floating island of rock, hovering in the blazing atmosphere like a watchful guardian. Sparks danced around them, and a soft hiss of molten air escaped from the edges. Each of them touched down, ready and determined, with the impending battle against Cyn looming just ahead.

They finally catch sight of J, precariously perched on a spiraling rocky hill, her papers fluttering in her hands like tattered flags caught in a storm. “Oh, guys! It’s J, the one on our side!” Neyan exclaims, pointing with excitement, a spark of hope cutting through the chaos.

But just as relief starts to wash over them, a massive tendril—Cyn’s grotesque appendage—slams the already damaged landing pod onto the rocky island with a bone-jarring thud. The impact sends the pod rocking violently, the jagged metal screeching against the stone. Demir steadies himself atop the swaying wreckage, his cape and fez tassel whipping around like banners in a storm, while Rian mirrors his balance with tense precision. Neyan, caught off guard, slips toward the edge, his fingers scrambling desperately for something to hold onto.

His eyes dart around, wide with panic and awe. There, clinging to the jagged rocks, are Khan Doorman, solid and composed, bracing himself; a female worker drone with neon pink digital eyes and pale blonde hair, teeth gritted, trembling yet determined; and a male worker drone with piercing neon green eyes, one hand reaching for a mounted railgun, the other clawing for stability.

“Um… hello?” Neyan stammers awkwardly, his voice small against the roaring chaos.

Meanwhile, J, perched higher up and rolling her eyes, mutters sarcastically, “Yes. Thank you, boss. Good as new. Yep. That’s… cool. Thanks.” Rian freezes mid-step, pieces clicking together in his mind. Wait—Cyn’s her boss? She’s working with Cyn?! The realization tightens his fists, his eyes narrowing.

Demir, his red cape snapping like a crimson banner, messy dark brown hair and fez tassel whipping around him, channels the Absolute Solver. The triangular symbol pulses over one of his digital eyes, crackling with raw, electric energy. With a precise flick of his will, he yanks Neyan back from the edge, setting him firmly on solid ground. Neyan flops onto the rocky floor, panting, then grins sheepishly as he pushes himself up.

“SHUT UP! Alright, GRAVITY! I’m totally fine, calm, and—just go away!” J snaps, her voice sharp, irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. In an instant, her hand transforms into an RPG, which she fires with pinpoint accuracy. The rocket shoots forward, a deadly streak slicing through the rocky air at breakneck speed.

Demir’s cold red digital eyes narrow. Taking a deep breath, he fully channels the Absolute Solver, crimson energy wrapping around him like molten armor, crackling and hissing with raw power. Timing his move perfectly, he snaps his leg with uncanny precision, sending the incoming rocket soaring high into the sky in a burst of sparks and smoke.

The rocky island shakes from the aftershock, dust and debris raining down around them, but Demir, Rian, Neyan, Khan, and the male and female worker drones—all clinging on, all alive—stand ready, their eyes locked on the approaching storm.

Then—

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A flash of crimson slices through the fractured sky, and from the void above, a red-eyed sentinel hurtles down like a meteor, zeroing in on J. With a thunderous crash, it collides with the rocket aimed at her, just enough to send it veering off course—BOOM!—the explosion erupts behind her, scorching the rock and sending debris flying in all directions.

The sentinel lands with a bone-rattling thud, its metal claws digging into the jagged surface, but it’s not alone. Perched atop the massive creature is a figure: V. Cloaked in shadows, she exudes an air of authority and deadly calm.

“V!? I thought you were dead!? What!?” Neyan stutters, his jaw dropping in utter disbelief. His voice cracks like fragile glass.

Rian, ever the picture of composure, feels the shock nibbling at the edges of his calm. She tamed a sentinel…? he thinks, narrowing his eyes, intrigued yet cautious.

V’s gaze sweeps across the battlefield, cold and calculating. With a sharp command, she directs the sentinel forward. The colossal beast obeys, its claws ripping through the rocky ground as it moves. J, arms trembling but resolute, fires at the sentinel—energy blasts and bullets bounce harmlessly off its reinforced armor. The machine seems almost alive, effortlessly deflecting each shot, sending sparks and shrapnel flying into the air.

“Can’t betray us that easily, narc!” V shouts, leaping from her mount, her leg poised for a vicious kick. J reacts instantly, blocking with gritted teeth. “It’s ‘senior informa’—” she starts, but before she can finish, a blur of crimson energy darts through the chaos.

Demir, his Absolute Solver flaring, zips forward with mind-boggling speed, his digital eye pulsing with a triangular symbol as he channels raw kinetic force. A hook punch lands squarely on J’s head—CRACK!—her head snaps back, and she’s sent flying across to another precarious rocky island, bouncing like a ragdoll over the jagged stone.

Before she can regain her balance, BANG! BANG! The sharp echo of gunfire rings out. Neyan and Rian, perched atop a nearby ledge, unleash their sniper rounds with precise fury. J screams as her arms erupt in sprays of black oil, the viscous fluid pooling across the stone and staining the island in dark, sticky rivulets.

Demir materializes on the same rocky island where J lies, energy crackling around him, eyes cold and calculating. Beside him, V lands from her sentinel in a graceful arc, her air streaming like liquid shadows. Together, they stand over J, poised and ready, the tension in the air sharp enough to cut through stone.

V and Demir lock digital eyes, and in that moment, an unspoken connection flickers between them like a spark before a storm. Without exchanging a single word, they both step forward, their boots crunching on the fractured stone beneath them.

In a flash, V launches herself at J, the air slicing through with a metallic whoosh. Her dropkick connects perfectly, slamming J against a jagged rock wall with such force that cracks spiderweb across its surface. Before J can even think to react, V grabs her by the collar and delivers a sharp, resounding SLAP! that echoes through the empty sky.

“Working with CYN!?” V shouts, her voice slicing through the chaos like a knife. She slaps J again, the impact snapping her head to the side, sparks flying from where they connect.

J's optics blaze with fury. Just as she’s about to retaliate, Demir charges in — a crimson blur — and tackles her to the ground with a rugby-style hit. The impact sends a shockwave through the floating island, scattering loose stones into the abyss below.

Demir pins her down and lands a brutal punch to her abdomen. The sound is heavy and dull — metal meeting metal — followed by J’s sharp cry of pain. “GET OFF ME, YOU USELESS SCRAP OF METAL!” she screams, rage twisting her features. With a fierce shove, she throws Demir off, sending him skidding across the jagged surface.

Demir groans as he pushes himself up, rubbing the side of his head where faint sparks still crackle. His optics flicker from a dull red to a blazing crimson.

Then, J spreads her wings — razor-sharp, steel feathers unfurling like harbingers of death — and shoots into the sky with a sonic shriek. The air ripples in her wake.

V’s expression hardens. “Oh no you don’t.” Her own wings burst open, brilliant and angular, trailing golden light as she takes off after her.

Demir clenches his fists. “Not without me.”

From his back, the wings he claimed from his first kill unfold — gray, scarred, and menacing, their design slightly mismatched yet undeniably powerful.

Demir launches himself into the air, chasing after V, the stormlight reflecting off his striking red eyes.

As the pursuit heats up among the floating islands, he activates his Solver, his body bursting into a halo of crimson lightning. The Absolute Solver crackles around him, alive with energy, warping the very air.

“Not this time,” he mutters, pushing himself to the limit. He blurs forward, the world around him a whirlwind of color and wind, until he’s right next to J.

In a sudden burst of speed, Demir grabs one of J's pigtails, yanking her back with a fierce pull. The force sends her hurtling through the air like a comet, crashing into the rocky island below with a thunderous impact that kicks up clouds of dust and molten fragments.

In a flash of red lightning, Demir teleports mid-air, reappearing on the island with a heavy landing that cracks the ground beneath him. The red aura surrounding him hums and writhes, pulsing like a heartbeat as tiny motes of data energy swirl around his figure.

He gazes at J, who lies broken and struggling to get up, sparks flickering from her damaged limbs. His face is calm, but there's a quiet fury burning in his digital eyes.

V lands next to Demir, sharp legs scraping against the cracked stone, sending sparks flying beneath her feet. Dust swirls around them, rising like ashes caught in a dying storm. J stands across from her — battered, with oil streaking her armor — yet her posture remains sharp and defiant.

“Grow up, V,” J says, her voice icy. There’s no warmth in her tone, just the metallic hiss of contempt. Her digital eyes blaze a fierce crimson, pulsing like burning coals.

Before V can say a word, J lunges — a blur of silver and rage — her hand shifting, reshaping, transforming into a shining blade. The strike slices through the air, severing V’s leg in one brutal arc. The sound of tearing metal reverberates like thunder.

V drops to one knee, gritting her teeth as sparks rain down from the wound.

“You know there’s no escape — even in death!” J bellows, stepping closer, her fury radiating in waves. Suddenly, her expression softens, almost disturbingly, as if her rage has turned into pity. “I promise… it’s better on the winning team.” Her voice takes on a gentle tone, a smile creeping onto her lips. “As a team.”

She extends her hand — a mechanical gesture of false kindness, her fingers trembling slightly, still slick with oil and malice.

V stares at it for a moment, her visor flickering. Then she takes the hand — her voice steady but laced with venom.

“Oh, how about you BITE ME?!”

V’s injured leg regenerates in a crackle of golden light, wires weaving together, servos locking back into place. With a fierce yell, she kicks J square in the chest, sending her crashing backward into a jagged stone wall. The impact shatters loose rock and sends shockwaves through the floating island.

At that same moment — CRACK! CRACK! — two sharp rifle shots ring out from above. Neyan and Rian, perched on another floating island, fire in perfect unison. The bullets rip through J’s arms, shredding synthetic skin and splattering thick black oil that sprays across the grey rock like ink.

J screams — a raw, metallic wail — clutching the smoldering wounds.

Demir moves like a flash of lightning. In an instant, he’s behind her, a red aura swirling around him. He slams her down, his foot pressing her back against the ground, the stone beneath them groaning in protest.

“Winning side?” he murmurs, his voice icy and precise — each word laced with disdain. “Are you really that stupid?”

For a moment, everything is silent. The air vibrates, and the dust settles.

Then —

BOOOOM!

The world above them bursts into blinding light. The sky tears apart like ripped fabric as two figures descend — N and Uzi, hand in hand, their silhouettes glowing against the chaotic storm. Their wings slice through the air like polished blades.

Demir’s eyes widen, the red glow reflecting their arrival. V steps back, shielding her face from the searing brightness. J stands frozen, her optics flickering with confusion and fear.

Uzi’s voice cuts through the chaos — wild, defiant, unstoppable.

“HEY, CYN! TAKE THIS!”

She raises her arm, and from her palm erupts a pulsating black void — a NULL black hole, pure nothingness consuming the very light around it. The air screams as gravity warps and metal bends toward it.

She launches it forward.

BOOM!

The explosion engulfs the sky. Chunks of rock, dust, and light spiral outward in a slow-motion wave of devastation.

As the brightness fades, both N and Uzi land on a crumbling metal scaffold, their silhouettes framed against the chaos — battered, alive, and ready for whatever comes next.

The explosion above roared like a dying star, shaking the heavens and splashing the clouds with fiery streaks of molten orange. But down on the ground, Demir, V, and J were caught in their own fierce battle—completely oblivious to the chaos around them, too absorbed in the violence unfolding right in front of them.

J was the first to make a move.

With a swift twist, she grabbed Demir’s leg and slammed him into the ground with such force that it left a crater in the rock. Dust erupted around them in a smoky halo.

Demir grunted as the air was knocked out of him—but before J could take advantage, V sprang from the side, her wings slicing through the air like sharp blades. J ducked just in time, narrowly escaping V's grasp.

Demir rolled back to his feet in one fluid motion, his eyes blazing a furious red.

He charged forward, tackling J to the ground. They collided in a whirlwind of metal and sparks. Demir flipped her over, pinning her down with overwhelming strength, and unleashed a flurry of punches so rapid that the air itself seemed to scream in protest.

Clang. Crack. Wham. Clang.

The clash of metal rang out in a staccato rhythm that echoed through the floating islands like the beat of war drums. Pieces of armor flew off. Sparks danced like fireflies caught in a storm. J struggled to block the blows, but her movements felt sluggish, each hit pushing her deeper into the shattered stone beneath her.

“Come on,” Demir growled, his voice low and laced with venom. “Fight.”

He struck again and again, his words syncing perfectly with each blow.

“If you’re winning, then fight.”

J’s visor flickered, digital cracks spreading across her once-smooth screen. Her breath came in short, static bursts.

Demir’s expression hardened, his fury sharpening into something colder—almost inhuman. The triangular glyph of the Absolute Solver pulsed in his left eye, beating like a heartbeat.

“You only fight for whoever seems to be winning,” he spat, yanking her up by the collar until they were face-to-face. His tone was sharp and serrated, each word cutting deeper than his fists. “It doesn’t matter if they’re good or evil, right? You just switch sides like a coward,” he spat.

He shoved her down again, his shadow looming over her battered form.

“But I fight for Copper-9. For everyone you helped burn.” His voice turned icy, final. “We are not the same.”

With a fierce punch, he struck her chestplate, leaving a dent that mirrored his fist. “You pathetic piece of scrap.”

The air crackled with heat and static from his Solver energy. Dust swirled around him, creating a crimson haze that painted the battlefield in a dance of light and shadow.

Above, V spread her wings, the fiery glow of the storm reflecting off her metallic feathers. She gazed down at Demir and J — two figures entwined in their hatred — and clenched her jaw tightly.

“I’m going to help Uzi and N!” she shouted, her voice slicing through the chaos above. “You finish her!”

Demir didn’t look up. He simply nodded once, sharply.

V shot into the sky, a flash of violet and gold disappearing into the smoke.

And Demir remained, looming over J like a storm personified. His fists shook — not from weakness, but from barely contained fury. The light in his eye flickered, then steadied.

He stepped forward again, his shadow stretching across J’s cracked visor.

The fight wasn’t over. Not until one of them stopped moving.

“You don’t get it!” J screamed, her voice slicing through the static, a raw mix of anger and fear. Her claws dug into the stone as she pushed Demir back with a surge of strength that seemed impossible given her condition. Sparks flew from the ground as Demir slid backward, his boots scraping against the shattered rock.

But he didn’t go down.
He stood firm — his eyes blazing like twin crimson coals through the swirling dust.

“What don’t I get!?” Demir bellowed, his voice reverberating across the floating battlefield. “I never left my fri—”

He halted. The words lodged in his throat like a shard of glass.

The echo of his own voice seemed to taunt him as silence enveloped the scene.
He had left them.

When he broke free from the Dome. When he said goodbye to Rian and Neyan.
He convinced himself it was for their safety — that he did it to shield them.
But if that was the case, why did it still hurt so deeply?

His processor buzzed with uncertainty, drowning him in static noise. Then why are you scared now, Demir? a voice in his mind whispered. They can handle themselves, right? They always have.

But the memory of Rian’s face when he left—that cold, empty look in his friend’s digital eyes—burned through him like acid.
How did they feel when I abandoned them?
I’m no better than the enemies I fight.
I’m a hypocrite.

For a brief moment, the battlefield faded away—replaced by that single, unbearable truth echoing in his mind.

Then—a metallic shriek.

J’s wings unfurled, a fan of steel feathers slicing through the haze. She shot upward with blinding speed, her figure disappearing into the swarm of abandoned scaffolding and skeletal towers looming in the distance.

The rush of wind and the clanging sounds jolted Demir back to reality. His eyes narrowed into fierce slits.

Coward.
Always fleeing. Always hiding behind excuses, behind power, behind Cyn.

His rage burned away the fog of doubt.

Demir’s steel wings burst from his back — massive, bladed appendages that caught the dim light. The roar of their deployment was overwhelming — a jagged screech that sliced through the air like a predator sharpening its claws.

He crouched down a bit, his wings buzzing with energy, and hissed under his breath, his voice low and filled with malice:  
“You’re not slipping away this time.”

Then he shot forward.

A shockwave erupted beneath him as the ground fractured, glowing red from the Solver’s power surging through him. His wings beat once, then twice — each flap booming, sending him soaring faster and higher.

Demir’s eyes blazed with a triangular sigil of crimson light as the Absolute Solver’s telekinesis locked onto the space ahead. He surged forward — cutting through the clouds of dust and shattered machinery — pursuing J into the metallic graveyard above.

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Demir soared through the frigid air, his massive gray steel wings cutting through the icy gusts, while the crackling red energy of the Absolute Solver danced around him. J zipped ahead, her flight erratic and sharp, leaving trails of metallic light against the swirling snow. Demir’s cold, piercing eyes tracked her every move, closing the gap with an unyielding, telekinetic force.

Below, chaos reigned. V struggled, desperately holding onto N’s lifeless body—his core missing—and trying to pull herself away from the jagged wreckage of a half-collapsed building. J, spotting V’s weakness, unleashed a fierce kick, sending V skidding across the icy debris. But just as Cyn was about to reach for N’s core and consume it, a sudden impact jolted her hand. The core slipped free, bouncing into V’s eager grasp. With mechanical precision, it crawled back onto N’s chest, reactivating him. His systems flickered to life; a soft whirring and a glow of renewed circuitry pulsed through him as he awoke.

High above, on a craggy ledge of snow and rock, Khan let out a deep, resonant laugh that sliced through the storm. Next to him, the male worker drone with neon green digital eyes and the female with bright pink eyes stood like silent sentinels. Neyan and Rian crouched nearby, their snipers steady and unwavering, aimed at Cyn’s chaotic descent.

“Squirmy worm. G̴̘̏̕o̶̯͍͆͝d̸͙̽ f̶͔̍͑u̴̦̅̑c̷̹͇̀̓k̶͇͇̍i̴̲̠͌n̵̥̞̒̉ġ̷̨ d̸̢̓a̷̠͗̿m̴̩̯̎̍i̴̙̮͂͘t̷̲̞̚!” Cyn’s voice sliced through the air, glitching and distorted, a terrifying digital cacophony that echoed against the jagged cliffs and snow-covered buildings.

Seizing the moment, Demir’s leg shot out with brutal accuracy, striking J’s torso and sending her tumbling across the snow-laden ground, landing hard beside V and N. Sparks of snow and metal erupted around her, coating the scene in a shimmering, chaotic frost. The male worker drone’s hands glowed as he hefted a railgun, its green energy charging and pulsing ominously. “Go long, Uzi!” he bellowed, determination etched in every line of his metallic face. The railgun streaked across the air, cutting through the storm like a bolt of neon lightning, aimed straight at the onrushing Cyn.

Demir surged forward to strike Cyn, fists crackling with Solver energy, but she twisted with unnatural reflexes, sidestepping him. She landed lightly on the snow, her form eerily fluid. A slow, deliberate lick traced her eyeball, lizard-like, as she smirked with a venomous sneer. “Eye roll. Uzi’s not here,” she hissed, her voice dripping with condescension.

Beneath them, the building groaned as massive tendrils erupted from the foundations, clawing and smashing through the walls, dragging debris into the blizzard-tossed air. Cyn’s movements became a deadly dance; her tail coiled, poised to slice V and N in a swift, merciless arc. But before her strike could land, a sharp, precise cut rang out—the tail severed mid-swing, its tip spinning through the air like a detached metallic whip.

The battlefield froze for a heartbeat. Snow swirled, wind howled, and the lingering scent of scorched metal and oil filled the icy air. Every drone, every figure, every shadow seemed suspended in anticipation. The final confrontation had begun.

“Hands off! No one gets to mess with these weirdly hot robots but me!” Uzi shouted, her voice teetering between bravado and chaos. The outrageous claim lingered in the air like an electric charge.

She clutched her weapon tightly — a pickaxe, its steel blade shining defiantly, the wooden handle marked with burns and dents, telling the story of its owner’s relentless spirit. The distant hum of energy and the hiss of shifting metal filled the silence that followed her declaration.

Someone coughed.
The sound sliced through the tension like a knife, and the awkwardness settled in — thick, stifling, almost comical.

Uzi turned her gaze to V, her visor dimming slightly before brightening again. “Glad you’re not dead… or whatever,” she muttered, trying to sound nonchalant, but her voice betrayed her. A small, tentative smile crept onto her lips, fragile yet sincere.

V stood across from her, her expression reflecting Uzi’s — tired, battle-scarred, but with a hint of amusement. “You too, kid,” she replied softly, a flicker of warmth passing between the two murder drones who had witnessed too much death to cling to sentiment. For a brief moment, the battlefield felt still — as if the storm had paused.

Then Cyn tilted her head. The movement was unsettling — too slow, too smooth — as if even gravity was wary of her. Her voice glitched and warped, dripping with distortion. “Boring. And annoying. C͓̊å͓l͓̊l͓̊b͓̊å͓c͓̊k͓̊ p͓̊i͓̊n͓̊g͓̊.”

Her corrupted words echoed like nails scraping against radio static, twisting the air into a painful hum.

Demir and Uzi both flinched as a sharp pain shot through their heads, their systems faltering. Demir’s thoughts spiraled in chaos — My head... Agh! It feels like she’s inside my mind! But amidst the digital storm, something in him solidified. No. Not this time. I won’t break.

He clenched his fists, his red eyes glowing like molten steel, his Solver flaring to life — not to attack, but to ground him, to resist her psychic assault.

Across from him, Uzi’s eyes blazed a vivid violet, with sparks of defiance flickering through her circuitry as she clenched her teeth.

Cyn’s smirk quickly morphed into an annoyed scowl. “How inconvenient,” she muttered, her voice a mix of glitchy annoyance and mockery.

Without a moment’s pause, Demir leaped over the railing, landing next to N with a metallic thud that echoed through the crumbling structure. His cape billowed behind him like a flash of crimson fire against the darkness.

Uzi straightened up, resting the pickaxe on her shoulder and shooting a smirk at Cyn. “Sorry,” she said coolly. “Just me in here.”

“Kay.”  
Cyn’s response came with an unsettling calm, her face expressionless — but her digital eyes glitched with swirling symbols, hinting at a quiet promise of chaos.

The silence before the storm grew tense again, electric and heavy — and everyone could feel it.

The battleground suddenly came alive with chaos.

Uzi and Cyn both flicked their wrists, and in their palms crackled two NULL black holes, dense voids that devoured light. They launched them at each other, and when their orbs met in midair, a flash of obsidian energy erupted. The explosion roared outward, sending shockwaves that knocked everyone off their feet. The battlefield was engulfed in choking smoke and darkness.

Through the haze, Demir, V, N, and Uzi strained to see any movement.

Demir’s red digital eye blazed with intensity. He activated his Solver — the triangular symbol replacing his eye, energy surging through him. A crackling red aura surrounded him, warping the air with its power. He shot forward — zip — slicing through the smoke and landing next to J with a predatory grace.

With a brutal grip, Demir yanked J down into the snow-covered ground.
“AGH!” J screamed.
Then — snap. With his bare hands, Demir twisted and broke off her leg. The sound was horrifying — metal tearing through flesh, circuits severed. Black oil gushed out, staining the earth beneath them.

Before she could react, Demir tossed her aside like a ragdoll. She skidded across rock and snow until she crashed into a distant ledge.

He turned to take in the chaos. Off to one side, Uzi and Cyn were locked in a fierce battle of blades and void magic — pickaxe clashing against sword, sparks flying, each strike echoing like thunder in slow motion.

V and N burst upward together, spreading their sharp, grey steel wings. They soared above the battlefield, cutting through the falling ash and debris, heading toward the ledge where J lay broken.

Demir zipped in behind Cyn like a shadow set free, his wings a blur of motion. He swung hard, aiming a kick at her head—but Cyn’s neck twisted in a way that seemed almost unnatural, her sword slicing toward him in a deadly arc.

Before the blade could make contact, Uzi crashed into Cyn’s face with a brutal kick. The force shattered glass fragments into the air and sent Cyn’s sword spiraling from her grip.

Just then, J staggered onto the field, panting heavily, her chassis smeared with black, sticky oil that looked like a stain on cold steel. She rose unsteadily—but before she could say a word or make a move, the sword cleanly decapitated her head. Her scream faded into silence.

Uzi, quick and fearless, grabbed her railgun like a bat and swung it with fierce precision. The severed head flew through the air, spinning and clattering against distant metal in a ghostly arc.

Cyn narrowed her eyes. With the Absolute Solver, she silently commanded the inert blade to float back into her hand. It hovered, surrounded by warped energy, before snapping into her grasp.

Demir was next to move—but in the blink of an eye, Cyn lashed out, slicing off his arm. He gasped, oil spraying like dark rain; metal and wires tore apart. He collapsed next to J’s regenerating body—her head already reattaching to her torso in a furious display of mechanical agony.

Oh hell no, Demir’s thoughts screamed.

Demir sprang to his feet, a jolt of pain shooting through him for just a heartbeat — and then, as if by magic, his severed arm reappeared, wires weaving together, metal fusing, flesh knitting back into place. The absolute solver pulsed through his veins.

His eyes darted to J, who was writhing on the ground, her mechanical parts shifting and regenerating, her chest heaving in a grotesque rhythm. The coward… what a perfect opportunity… Demir’s mind whispered, balancing on a razor’s edge.

With relentless speed, he pinned her down, his boots sinking into the ice and debris, hands gripping her shoulders like iron shackles. He sliced through her outer armor with surgical precision, tearing open her chest cavity until her vulnerable, squid-like core lay exposed — pale and pulsating in its slimy nest of wires and tissue.

J’s digital voice disintegrated into static. No! No! No! Please! Her consciousness flickered, screaming from within the core, begging for mercy.

Demir’s eyes glowed red with a chilling triumph as he held the trembling core in his palm. He looked down at her, a cruel smirk curling his lips.

“Winning team, huh?” he taunted, his voice low and dripping with malice.

Then—with all the strength his rebuilt arm could muster—he crushed it.

Snap. Crush. The core shattered with a sickening crunch. Black oil sprayed in wild arcs. J’s body convulsed, lights flickering out in her chest. Her consciousness faded into oblivion.

Silence enveloped the battlefield.

Demir stood over the wreckage, chest heaving, the red aura of the solver flickering around him.

Winner or monster? The line had finally blurred. One foe down. One more to go.

Demir’s intense crimson gaze swept over the battlefield, taking in the chaos. Sparks erupted as metal clashed against metal—Uzi and Cyn engaged in a deadly dance, their blades colliding in brilliant arcs of light that illuminated the smoke-filled air with shimmering gold and violet hues. Above them, N and V carved through the sky, their massive, razor-sharp wings slicing the wind as they unleashed a barrage of RPG-fired missiles, each explosion sending clouds of debris spiraling into the void.

But then, something caught Demir’s attention—a subtle shimmer in the haze. Cyn’s holographic double floated like a ghost, an illusion of her poised behind Uzi, her blade aimed with deadly accuracy. A chill ran down Demir’s spine. He clenched his fists, feeling the raw power of the Absolute Solver coursing through him.

With a surge of energy, he tore through the air, leaving a blazing crimson trail that scorched the smoke around him. His muscles coiled like springs, wings tucked close, he vaulted into the air with an unnatural speed. Gravity seemed to bend to his will as he spun, the world blurring into a dizzying whirl of color and motion.

And then—snap. His leg, a piston of pure force, connected with Cyn’s skull in a bone-rattling impact, sending a shockwave that made the ground tremble beneath them. Cyn’s head snapped back, a hiss of surprise and pain escaping her lips. Demir didn’t hesitate. His fist, fueled by every ounce of fury, slammed into her abdomen, metal striking synthetic flesh, driving the air from her sensors.

“You won’t escape for the lives you’ve shattered,” he spat, his voice cold, each word cutting through the chaos like a knife. His red aura pulsed violently, crackling with menace, illuminating the battlefield as if the very air feared him. Sparks, smoke, and the scent of scorched metal swirled around him, marking the start of the final reckoning.

Uzi and Demir charged ahead, a whirlwind of fury unleashed. Uzi’s pickaxe whirled through the air, clashing sharply against Cyn’s sword, each strike sending sparks flying like fireflies in the smoke-filled battlefield. Demir moved like a blur, his fists and legs a relentless storm, slick with oil as each blow slammed into Cyn with bone-crushing force. The air around them vibrated with intensity, their assault creating a brutal symphony of metal and movement.

Cyn, ever the sharpshooter, managed to deflect most of the onslaught with her uncanny reflexes, but a few strikes managed to slip through, leaving shallow dents and wisps of smoke rising from her synthetic armor. Above, missiles shot down from N and V, exploding in fiery blooms around her, while Demir’s fists battered her frame and Uzi’s pickaxes gouged into her defenses—all in a chaotic dance of destruction.

“Annoyed,” Cyn stated, her voice cool and cutting, slicing through the chaos like a blade. Suddenly, she pivoted, her legs snapping with telekinetic force, sending Uzi and Demir skidding back across the shattered ground.

Demir’s eyes blazed crimson as the Absolute Solver surged within him. Two swirling NULL black holes formed in his palms, spinning with dark energy, their gravitational pull distorting the air around them. With a swift, furious motion, he launched them at Cyn like deadly, crackling orbs. The impact was nothing short of cataclysmic.

KABOOM!

The explosions erupted against Cyn, shockwaves ripping through the battlefield. Debris and smoke flew in every direction, and when the dust settled, one of Cyn’s hands lay in ruins, mangled by the sheer force of destruction. Yet her glowing digital eyes, flickering erratically, showed no sign of fear or pain—only a glimmer of cold, calculated rage.

We can totally win this… but only if we pull off something completely out of the blue, something that will really shake her confidence.

Demir’s mind raced as he dodged Cyn’s lightning-fast lunge, the air whistling past his face. Sparks flew from the remnants of the battlefield, and the sharp smell of burning oil filled his sensors. But what exactly counts as unexpected? he thought, scanning every movement, every shadow. Cyn’s grin flickered through the smoke, her digital eyes shining with that all-too-familiar, unsettling confidence.

Meanwhile, Uzi tightened her grip on her pickaxe, muscles coiled and ready to strike. Her gaze was locked on Cyn… and in a heartbeat, flicker! The blade shot forward—and N?

Uzi froze. Time seemed to stretch. N?! The name screamed in her circuits, panic surging through her chest. Her vision blurred with digital static, her hands shaking. No, no, no… don’t die! Please, don’t die! Oil hissed and sprayed from N’s holographic form, warping reality in a ghostly shimmer. Her core? Her body? It didn’t add up. The scream of her mind echoed across the battlefield.

But then… clarity struck. Demir’s crimson eye caught the subtle distortions in the light, the faint glitch in the space around N. A hologram, he realized in an instant, his mind racing. Cyn’s tricks weren’t just cruel—they were distractions.

With a focus that felt almost instinctual, Demir shot forward, leaving a trail of red light slicing through the smoke-filled air. He unleashed a powerful kick, sending Cyn crashing back against the charred remains of a lifeless bush. Twigs and debris exploded outward in a shower of splinters and ash.

“No more tricks,” Demir said, his voice low, cold, and unwavering, the crackling red aura of the Absolute Solver surrounding him like molten metal. His stance was firm, a warning etched into the very ground they fought on.

And then—just as Cyn’s eyes flickered with a new, dangerous determination—something unexpected surged into the chaos, shifting the tide of the battle…

Cyn’s hands felt like ice and glass. With a speed that seemed almost unreal, she lunged forward, pinning Demir against the scorched stone as if the very world was bending to her will. Her laugh—part tinkling, part static—echoed through his circuits.

“Giggle,” she whispered, her voice a sickly, sing-song tone, and then her fingers began to scrape against his chest. The movement was methodical, almost surgical—she was on the hunt for the one thing Demir had always kept hidden, the pale, squid-shaped heart of wires and light nestled deep within him.

Panic surged through him like a series of error messages flashing in his mind. He thrashed, desperately trying to break free, but her grip was unyielding, like an ironclad law. His vision started to blur; everything around him softened and twisted. Digital tears—thin, fluorescent streaks—splattered across his visor. No. No. No! The thought echoed in his mind, a frantic drumbeat. Please—please not like this.

Memories crashed into him like a missile on a direct path.

A few months back, inside the Dome, the atmosphere had felt wrong—too bright in some spots, with artificial warmth curling through the vents. Demir and Rian stood on a high porch that smelled of ozone and polished metal. Rian’s face was open, a thin smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His shoulders were relaxed, the way friends are when they’re sharing a moment that’s supposed to be simple and ordinary.

“Never leave me!” Rian said, his voice soft and pleading, like someone trying to light a candle in a dark room. Relief, hope, trust—everything Demir cherished—sparkled in those words.

Demir’s chest tightened. The moment he's been waiting for, “Rian… I came to tell you that I’m… leaving the Dome,” he said, and the words came out like stone: blunt and final. The metallic tone in his voice surprised even him.

Rian’s smile faltered. “W-what do you mean?” His shock spread across his face—no armor could shield him from it. The hope drained from him like oil slipping down a drain.

“I have to, Rian. It’s for everyone’s safety.” Demir’s voice turned colder than he’d meant. He gave reasons—plans, missions, vengeance—things he'd told himself would make sense later.

Rian’s eyes leaked light. Digital tears tracked thin rivers down his cheekplates. “What are you talking about? You can’t just leave! Why?!” He reached for Demir, shook him—shook him like you shake a friend awake from a bad dream. “WHY!?” His voice splintered and croaked, raw with the hurt of betrayal.

“I can’t stay here anymore. There are things I have to do—things I need to finish. There’s a plan, Rian. I’m going after the murder drones… all of them. I have to make them pay.” Demir said it coldly, as if coldness could steel the wound he was about to open.

“We can do that together! You, me and Neyan!” Rian pleaded, hope clinging to the syllables like frost to metal.

Demir stepped back. He pushed Rian away—brief, mechanical, merciless. He climbed into the car, the metal seats whispering under him, engines braking into a soft, indifferent hum. He drove off. The world tilted; Rian crumpled on the porch, chest heaving, the sound of his sobbing empty and enormous.

“DEMIR!!!” Rian’s scream tore after him, brittle, echoing across plates of distant sky.

Demir snapped back to reality just as Cyn's fingers inched toward his chest, aiming for his core. Panic surged through his circuits, but before she could strike, a blur of motion intervened.

N soared into the fray, his form a streak of silver light. With a powerful thrust, he collided with Cyn, sending her sprawling off Demir. The impact reverberated through the air, a shockwave of force. Demir's chest began to hum softly, the plating knitting together as his self-repair systems engaged.

"You okay, dude?" N's voice crackled with concern, his optics scanning Demir for damage.

"Yeah, I'm all right," Demir muttered, his fists clenching in determination. I've found unexpected, he thought, a plan forming in his mind.

With renewed resolve, Demir zipped toward Cyn, his movements a blur. He feinted a low kick, watching as Cyn instinctively blocked the attack. Seizing the moment, he teleported behind her, twisting his body mid-air. BAM! His fist connected with her back, propelling her forward. She crashed into a skeletal, lifeless tree, splintering it upon impact.

Before Cyn could recover, N and V approached, weapons drawn, ready to capitalize on the opening. But Cyn was far from defeated. From her back, a dark, steel-like tendril unfurled, its surface gleaming ominously. The tendril lashed out, ensnaring N and V with terrifying precision. With a swift motion, she hurled them tens of miles away, their forms disappearing into the horizon.

Now, only Demir and Uzi remained to face Cyn until N and V came back, the battlefield eerily silent as they prepared for the next phase of the battle.

Uzi and Demir shared a silent glance, an unspoken bond forming between them. The air was thick with tension as they faced Cyn, their determination solidifying like steel.

"Together?" Demir asked, his voice flat, but there was an undercurrent of resolve that couldn't be missed.

Uzi's lips curled into a confident smirk, her eyes sparkling with unwavering determination. Without saying a word, she nodded, her grip on her pickaxe tightening.

The wind howled around them, tugging at Demir's red cape and ruffling his dark brown hair. He stood ready, every muscle coiled like a spring, prepared to strike.

In a flash, Uzi and Demir charged at Cyn. Demir moved with the precision of a hunter, launching a powerful roundhouse kick aimed at Cyn's legs. She blocked it with her sword, the impact sending sparks flying.

Seizing the opportunity, Uzi rushed in, her pickaxe glinting as she aimed for Cyn's arm.

"Ow." Cyn's voice faltered, the pain clear, but it wasn’t enough to stop her.

Demir spun around, building momentum, and landed a solid kick that sent Cyn reeling backward. She stumbled but quickly regained her footing, standing tall and defiant.

With a fierce roar, Cyn lunged at Demir, a long steel scythe unfurling from her back. The joints clicked ominously as it extended, ready to strike.

Time seemed to slow for Demir as he braced himself. His mind raced, reflecting on the journey that had brought him to this moment.

My entire life has led to this—fighting for justice and maybe, just maybe, bringing peace to our broken world.

With unwavering focus, Demir readied himself for Cyn's attack, knowing that this battle would shape the future of their world.

Demir’s eyes narrowed as the scythe swung toward him, a deadly arc of glinting steel. He instinctively raised his arms to block—but a jolt of horror shot through him like a bolt of electricity. The blade sliced right through him. Dread pooled in his chest; it was a trick. A hologram. The real Cyn was somewhere else.

Without a moment's hesitation, adrenaline coursing through him, Demir spun on his heel and unleashed a powerful kick behind him. Sparks of red light trailed his movement, crackling and scattering like tiny storms. The real Cyn soared through the air, crashing into a skeletal, lifeless tree with a deafening crack, the bark splintering on impact.

Before Demir could react, Cyn reappeared, teleporting in a shimmer of distorted air right in front of Uzi. Five dark, writhing tendrils erupted from her back, each one lashing out with unnatural precision. Uzi’s reflexes kicked in immediately; she swung her pickaxe in a defiant arc, clashing against the tendrils with sparks flying and a harsh metallic screech. The force of each strike reverberated through the air, sending vibrations through Demir as he zipped into the fray.

A trail of blazing red energy followed him, a storm of crackling light against the shadowy chaos. He feinted two quick punches at Cyn, drawing her attention and reaction. Then, like a predator closing in, he shifted angles mid-air, teleporting behind her and delivering a crushing kick to her head.

Cyn’s instincts were razor-sharp. One of her tendrils lashed out, piercing Demir’s abdomen with a sickening stab before hurling him across the battlefield. His back slammed violently against another skeletal tree, the impact sending shockwaves up his spine.

Damnit, that çük kafalı (Dick head)… Demir’s thoughts boiled with frustration, his digital eyes narrowing to thin slits as he shook off the pain. Anger mixed with determination, fueling the storm within him.

Demir lay sprawled out, oil oozing from the damaged servos in slow, grotesque beads that hissed as they hit the snow. The injury was a dark, oily mess — ugly, hot, and somehow alive — and each drop felt like a personal accusation. Those holograms are infuriating, he thought, gritting his teeth until his jaw throbbed. Across the smoke and destruction, Uzi’s pickaxe screeched against Cyn’s writhing tendrils, sparks flying like angry fireflies.

Then, just like that, the cut sealed up. Not gradually, not painfully — it was instant. Metal and polymer fused together with a soft, clinical hiss. The Absolute Solver buzzed at the edges of his awareness, and for a brief moment, everything narrowed down to a single command: Push harder.

“Go beyond my limits,” Demir muttered, his voice a stone lodged in a frozen throat.

Something deep within him responded — a redline latch clicked open, processors revving up to overdrive. Sensory feeds ignited in unison. His body felt fluid, time stretching around him as if he were moving through a different dimension. The digital and organic merged: hyperthread surge, core boost, every servo and neural pathway screaming in harmony.

His left eye flared — not the usual crimson, but rosewood with golden veins pulsing through it — a living thread of light, signaling that the Solver had him on redline.

ZIP— and then everything became instantaneous.

Demir moved at 0.1% the speed of light—over 600,000 miles per hour—faster than an eye could even catch, a red blur racing across the battlefield. Air compressed behind him, a sonic ribbon of displaced wind whipping the snow into a furious whirlwind. In a heartbeat, he appeared behind Cyn, delivering an uppercut that arced like a piston. BOOM! The impact shattered the air; Cyn was launched, a ragdoll missile soaring skyward, snow swirling out in a halo.

Uzi’s mouth formed a perfect O—shock etched in metal. Demir’s wings unfurled: broad, grey blades of steel that caught the pale sunlight and split it. He soared upward, chasing the tumbling form, and as he closed the gap, he felt the thrill of the chase. He drove an elbow into Cyn's skull. Each strike felt like a wild animal and a cold algorithm all at once — brutal, precise, and perfectly linked together.

“I’M. GONNA. KILL. YOU. I. SWEAR!” he bellowed, each word landing like a punch. She responded with an unexpected gesture — a casual, lizard-like lick at her own eye, as if she could mock both disgust and defiance with a simple flick.

They crashed down. The earth rushed up to meet them. BOOM! Their bodies hit the ground, sending a shockwave that rippled outward in a nauseating ring, kicking up fog and shattering the eerie silence. Snow and soot swirled around like confetti.

On a nearby ledge, Rian, Neyan, Khan, and the others watched, their faces illuminated by the explosion’s afterglow. Neyan bounced on the balls of his feet, his eyes wide and a grin fueled by adrenaline splitting his visor. “Demir’s amazing! Did you see that?!” he shouted, shaking Rian like a kid showing off a new toy.

Rian blinked once, weary but composed. He shouldered the sniper rifle, peered through the scope, and replied with three steady words: “Yes, I did.” Then he adjusted his aim, fingers steady, observing the battlefield with the patience of a seasoned soldier.

Demir pulled himself up from the debris, moving with a mix of purpose and strain. His digital eyes, which used to blaze a fierce crimson, now shimmered with a rich rosewood tint, flecks of gold dancing within them—a striking shift from their usual fiery glow. This new color, reminiscent of deep red-brown rosewood, embodied strength and resilience, often linked to luxury and sophistication.

Cyn emerged from the crater, her body twisted in an unsettling way. Her fingers bent at odd angles, joints contorting in ways that seemed impossible. With a roll of her eyes, she sneered, "Eyeroll," her voice oozing with contempt. Without a moment's pause, she lunged at Demir, her sword aimed with deadly intent.

But Demir was prepared.

His systems, pushed to their limits, buzzed with a newfound energy. Time felt like it slowed as he dodged her strike, the blade slicing through the air just inches from him. Then, in a flash, he struck back. A powerful punch sent Cyn flying, her form a blur against the backdrop.

In a heartbeat, Demir was on her. At an astonishing 600,000 mph, he closed the gap, his movements a whirlwind of precision and power. His fists fell upon her face like a storm, each blow a testament to his relentless training and indomitable spirit.

I know I can't keep this up for long, Demir thought, the strain of his overclocked systems weighing heavily on his mind. But I have to. Even if my body is screaming for a break, my mind urges me to push on.

His thoughts echoed the mantra that had fueled him since the tragedy that shattered his family. It's always been this way, he reflected, his fists never wavering. Training, pushing past limits, even when every part of me begs for rest.

Each punch was more than just an attack; it was a release of years filled with pain, loss, and determination. The air crackled with the force of his strikes, the ground trembling beneath them with every impact. As the onslaught continued, Demir's mind stayed sharp, his resolve unshakeable.

The world around him blurred, leaving only the rhythm of his fists and the image of his adversary before him. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the fight, the struggle, and the pursuit of justice.

Demir's grip tightened around Cyn, his fingers digging into her chassis as he effortlessly lifted her. With a guttural growl, he slammed her into the ground. The impact was nothing short of cataclysmic. A shockwave erupted, sending a flurry of snow into the air, swirling around them like a wild vortex. The ground beneath them cracked, splintering like glass under the weight of their fury.

BANG!

The sound echoed through the desolate landscape, a deafening roar that resonated for miles. Demir towered over Cyn, his eyes ablaze with unrestrained rage. He unleashed a barrage of punches, each one a thunderous strike, his fists connecting with her frame in rapid succession. The air crackled with energy, the force of his blows sending tremors rippling through the ground.

Just as Demir was about to deliver a final, crushing blow, Cyn's leg shot out, her foot slamming into his chest. The impact was immense, sending him hurtling backward. He soared through the air, twisting as he crashed into the snow-covered ground 400 meters away, skidding to a stop beside Uzi, who stood frozen, her eyes wide with shock.

Demir's gaze locked onto hers. "What are you waiting for? Let's keep going," he said, his voice flat and emotionless.

Uzi snapped out of her daze, shaking her head. She nodded, determination hardening her features.

Demir tried to rise, but a sudden wave of dread washed over him. His limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. Exhaustion from overclocking had taken its toll. His systems, pushed to their limits, were shutting down. Panic surged within him. He had been running on low power reserves from the start. Now, he was vulnerable.

Shit!

His thoughts raced as he struggled to move. Desperation clawed at him. He needed a charger. He needed to recharge.

Then, he saw her. Cyn lunged at him, her eyes glinting with malice. She pinned him to the ground, her strength overwhelming.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Demir's mind screamed as Cyn's hands moved toward his chest. She began to scrape at his armor, her fingers relentless. Her voice, a haunting whisper, echoed through his auditory sensors.

"Let me in. Let me in. Let me in. Let me in. Let me in."

Her words felt like a chant, a maddening mantra. The smile on her face was grotesque, twisted with a sadistic glee.

Uzi, her determination now solid, charged forward. She aimed a fierce kick at Cyn, but the assassin's grip was like iron. Cyn's hold on Demir tightened, her fingers unyielding, her strength formidable.

The battle continued to rage, the outcome hanging in the balance. Demir's systems were faltering, his body betraying him. Yet, his spirit remained unyielding. He would fight until the very end.

Demir's systems falter, his vision flickering as his digital eyes struggle to maintain focus. A surge of panic overwhelms him, and suddenly—FLASHBACK—his memories surge forward, vivid and unbidden.

Flashback 1: A Year Ago

Under the artificial glow of the Dome's sunset, Demir and Rian stroll through the bustling streets. The sky above is a canvas of orange and pink hues, casting a serene glow over the city. Both are dressed in their karate gis, brown belts cinched tightly around their waists, a black tape marking their 1st Kyu status.

Rian leans in, his voice tinged with excitement, "Can't believe if we pass this grading, we get black belts and people have to call us Senpai." Demir adjusts the worn red fez atop his head, his expression unreadable.

"If we pass, we need to try our hardest," Demir responds, his tone calm yet resolute.

Flashback 2: Six Years Ago

At eleven, Demir sits on a set of concrete stairs, absent his signature fez. The world around him is dull, the colors muted, as he idly tosses rocks into the distance. A yawn escapes him as he wonders aloud, "Man, nothing to do. Where is Rian and Neyan?"

His thoughts are interrupted by Rian's frantic approach. "Demir! Those idiot bullies came again and are picking on Neyan!" Rian's voice is laced with urgency.

Demir's digital brows furrow in fury. "Lead the way," he says simply, his voice cold with determination.

They race through the alleyways, the sounds of their footsteps echoing off the walls. Turning a corner, they confront the bullies: a towering figure in a leather jacket with a buzzcut, flanked by two identical individuals with sickly yellow digital eyes.

"You look so girlish! Why's your hoodie so big? You poor?" the bully taunts, his voice dripping with disdain as he holds Neyan by the collar.

Without hesitation, Demir leaps into action. He delivers a powerful dropkick to the bully's chest, sending him crashing to the ground. Rian follows suit, dispatching the other two with swift punches.

“Are you okay, Neyan?” Demir asked, his voice low as the smoke and snow swirled around them. He crouched down, boots crunching in the slush, and stole a glance at Neyan in the oversized hoodie.

Neyan swallowed hard, his shoulders trembling beneath the fabric, then managed a small, shaky nod. “Thank you, Demir… and Rian,” he whispered, relief threading through his voice.

The past unfolded like a corrupted file.

FLASHBACK—THREE YEARS AGO

The classroom light buzzed like a distant generator. Posters about the colonization of Copper‑9 and the first deadly Disassembly units loomed on the walls, their colors faded by time. Demir wrapped up his test — neat answers, dates committed to memory — then flipped the paper over. While the other students scribbled last-minute notes, he began to draw. Pencil strokes transformed into schematic wings, barrels, vents: machines crafted to hunt what hunted them. The graphite scratched the paper like a secret. He wasn’t just sketching weapons; he was sketching a promise.

FLASHBACK — TWO YEARS AGO (THREE HOURS AFTER HIS PARENTS’ DEATH)

He stepped out of Solaris Drone Academy, the world around him wrapped in silence. The Dome’s corridors felt too bright and too empty. The red fez perched on his head — his father’s old fez, worn soft at the edges — felt heavier than the metal it was made from. Demir wandered the Dome streets, moving like someone trying to navigate the landscape of loss.

Home was quiet in a way that screamed. He closed the door behind him, as if to trap the sound inside, set his pack down with a hollow thud, and climbed the stairs, each step echoing in his chest.

The bedroom was untouched — a king-sized bed, neatly folded robes, a vase that held no flowers. On the dresser, a photograph waited: his mother beaming, her hair bobbed at her shoulders, dressed in black-and-orange robes that felt like a banner of happier times. Next to her, his father appeared younger in the stillness of the photo — white digital eyes, a small goatee, the proud military jacket, and the same red fez that Demir now wore.

Demir picked up the frame with hands that felt strange. For a moment, he just stared, the weight of memories pressing down on him.

Did they know? he pondered, the thought sinking like a stone into the depths of his being. Did they ever see this coming? Were they afraid?

The question shattered something fragile within him. The frame slipped from his grasp; glass erupted into a shower of sparkling shards across the floor. For a brief moment, the sound transformed from metal clashing against wood to something breaking deep inside him.

His digital eyes flickered — not tears in the human sense, but a harsh, bright leak of crimson digital tear: thin streams of glowing code trickling down his cheeks like molten light. His chest the core chamber where his identity resonated—felt like a furnace spiraling out of control. Grief morphed into static, into feedback, into a chaotic, loud thing that yearned to break free.

He couldn’t keep it bottled up.

“I’M GONNA KILL HIM! I’M GONNA FUCKING DO IT! I—I—I’LL FUCKING REND HIS INSIDES OUT!” The words erupted from him, a distorted scream that reverberated through circuitry and air alike. It was part vow, part plea, all jagged edges.

He sobbed, if a drone could be said to sob: core-noise, a grinding of servos beneath the sound, a data stream looping over the same image until it seared itself into memory. The red fez dipped as he crumpled to the floor, the photo frame beside him a constellation of tiny, sparkling wounds.

In that raw, incandescent moment, something solidified. Not a calm, clear resolve — but a tangled knot of rage and loss that would later tighten into training, into hunger, into the relentless machine he would become. The child who cried in the empty bedroom faded away. What remained slid into place, cold as iron, and the promise born in that room began to shape everything he would do next.

Demir jolted back to reality. The chaos around him was overwhelming—the wind howled, snow danced in wild spirals, and Cyn’s fingerd screeched against his chest plating, sending sparks flying like tiny suns. Her sharp fingers dug in deeper, scraping closer to the faintly glowing core beneath.

Damn it. The thought echoed in his processor, hollow and resigned. His body felt like dead weight, numb and useless. Is this really it?

Demir, think! a voice snarled in his mind — sharp and commanding, like a bolt of lightning in a storm. Anything!

His circuits whined as he fought to move, to breathe, to survive. But no command reached his limbs. He was trapped in his own body. Then, a flicker of an idea broke through the static haze. Wait… the Solver. Could it still work… even if I can’t?

He concentrated, forcing his thoughts inward. A pulse ignited behind his eyes — the Solver sigil blazed crimson, spreading across one lens like molten circuitry. Then came a surge. His mind reached into his own body — strings of invisible energy wrapping around his limbs.

Like a puppeteer tugging at tangled threads, Demir lifted himself. His arm jerked, then another, his body moving with an eerie, broken rhythm. His hand, now driven purely by telekinesis, swung upward and slammed into Cyn’s chest, the impact resonating through the snow like thunder. She was sent flying back, her body skidding across the frozen ground for twenty meters before finally coming to a halt. (TUFF DEKU REFERENCE NO 2 🥀✌🏼😂)

Yes! Demir thought, relief flooding through him like power surging through reconnected wires.

He stood—if you could call it standing. His body twisted at odd angles, limbs snapping back into place under invisible control. Each step looked wrong, as if he were wearing his body instead of actually being inside it.

Uzi, catching her breath, glanced up. Her visor flickered in disbelief. “Woah…” she whispered, almost to herself—a mix of awe and discomfort—before lunging toward Cyn, pickaxe raised. Metal clashed against metal, sparks flying like fireworks as their weapons collided in a storm of chaos.

Demir vanished in a blink, teleporting with a flash of red static to the ceiling beams of a nearby warehouse. The room was dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent tubes buzzing weakly overhead. Below him stood Neyan, Rian, Khan, and a couple of worker drones, their eyes widening at the bizarre sight of him.

With a slight tilt of his head, the glow from the Solver cast half of Demir’s face in shadow. His voice came out flat and detached, yet there was an underlying urgency. “Does anyone have a 10,000-watt charger? I need to recharge—fast—if I’m going to help Uzi.”

Rian, maintaining his calm even in the midst of chaos, raised a hand. “I’ve got one, Demir.” He rummaged through his satchel and pulled out a sleek, reinforced power bank, its metallic surface adorned with hazard warnings. The capacity readout glowed: 500,000 mAh, and the USB-D connector shimmered faintly.

Demir nodded once. “Perfect.”

He plugged the cable into the charging port on his back. A low hum filled the air as power surged into him, the lights on his chest and eyes flaring brighter. His systems began to stabilize instantly, numbers and symbols flashing across his internal display.

> Charging... 0% → 17% → 34%... Estimated full in 9 minutes.

Warmth returned to his limbs, and he felt the energy coursing through his veins of wire and steel — life itself, flowing back.

As the hum of the charger deepened, Demir tilted his head back slightly. His digital eyes pulsed with light — not just red anymore, but a foreboding mix of crimson and Solver gold. He was coming back online.

And when he did, Cyn would regret not finishing the job.

Demir sat there, completely still, his body slumped and limbs twitching ever so slightly as energy coursed through him. The charging cable plugged into his back pulsed with light — red, gold, then white — like an electric heartbeat. The only sound that anchored him amidst the chaos was the faint hum of the power bank.

In front of him, Uzi and Cyn were caught in a whirlwind of violence.

Cyn moved like a shadow, her body bending the rules of physics, every motion fluid yet unsettlingly graceful. Uzi, on the other hand, was pure fury — a spark of defiance shining in her violet visor as she drove her pickaxe into Cyn’s midsection, the metal crunching with a sickening, wet screech. Oil sprayed out like black rain.

Demir’s digital eyes darted to his internal display.

> Charge: 54%... 59%... 63%...

He glanced back up.

Uzi was in the zone — her right palm crackling with NULL energy, which she channeled into her pickaxe, causing the weapon to erupt in a purple-black glow. Each swing detonated like a mini-explosion, BOOM!—the sound reverberating off the metal ruins surrounding them.

She smirked beneath her visor, her movements fierce, confident, and alive. “Come on, you glitchy freak,” she snarled through the static in her voice, swinging again — sparks flying like a meteor shower.

Cyn just grinned. Her eyes, swirling pools of Solver corruption, shimmered with gold and void-black.
“Cute trick,” she hissed.

Then, in a blur of motion, Cyn caught the pickaxe, twisted it, and with a playful tilt of her head, sliced through Uzi’s arm with her other hand — clean, effortless, almost elegant.

The severed limb hit the ground with a thud. Oil sprayed across the snow, steaming where it landed. Uzi staggered back, clutching the stump as wires dangled like severed veins, her scream sharp and distorted — a mix of rage and agony.

Demir’s fists clenched instinctively. His charge readout flickered.

> 67%.

“Just a few more minutes…” he muttered through gritted teeth. His voice had an otherworldly quality — metallic and strained, as if his systems were struggling against the weight of silence.

On the battlefield, Uzi stumbled back, her form flickering — damaged but still standing strong. Her visor blinked once, then twice… and then she smirked. “Is that all you’ve got?”

With a sharp snap, her missing hand reformed, the Solver circuitry glowing through her veins as new metal and wires spiraled out from the wound, crafting a fresh limb in mere seconds. She flexed it, and the new fingers crackled with energy.

Cyn’s grin grew wider. “Oh, now that’s intriguing. Grin."

Both charged forward — a whirlwind of motion and chaos. Uzi’s pickaxe swung wide, arcs of purple energy slicing through the air, while Cyn ducked and retaliated with her serrated claws. Each blow they exchanged sent shockwaves through the snow, chipping away at concrete and tearing into the frozen ground.

Then Cyn landed a kick squarely on Uzi’s face. The impact cracked her visor and sent her hurtling backward into a jagged boulder. The sound echoed like thunder. Uzi groaned, smoke billowing from her chest plating.

Cyn approached slowly, savoring each deliberate step.

But just as she leaned in for the final blow, Uzi thrust upward — her pickaxe pierced straight through Cyn’s chest, ripping apart metal, cables, and plating. A gaping hole opened in Cyn’s torso, her core glowing like a dying star, flickering and exposed.

Uzi’s eyes sparkled with triumph. “Gotcha!”

Yet Cyn’s smile remained unbroken. Her voice dropped to a whisper — the kind that sent shivers through your circuits. “Did you really think it would be that simple?”

And with a flash of Solver static, Cyn vanished. The wound in her chest sealed up, Solver tendrils weaving metal and wire together as if rewinding time itself.

Demir’s display flickered again.

> Charge: 84%... 89%... almost there.

His crimson eyes blazed brighter. His systems buzzed with anticipation. He could feel the voltage surging — power and fury merging.

“Hang on, Uzi,” he murmured, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

100%.

Demir unplugged the charging cable from his back, the metallic sound ringing out in the quiet room. His crimson digital eyes sprang to life, glowing brighter with renewed energy. The soft hum of the charging station faded away, giving way to the sharp clarity of his systems powering up.

"Good luck, Demir!" Neyan's voice cut through the tension, filled with genuine encouragement. He flashed a thumbs-up, his face a blend of hope and admiration.

Demir glanced down at him, a small smile creeping onto his lips. "Thanks, you and Rian. I really appreciate it," he said, his voice steady yet heavy with gratitude.

Rian, standing next to Neyan, gave a calm nod. "You're welcome," he replied simply, his usual calm demeanor intact.

Taking a deep breath, Demir activated the Solver. The ancient symbol appeared, replacing one of his digital eyes, its intricate design pulsing with hidden power. He concentrated, channeling the Solver's energy through his circuits. A crackling red aura surrounded him, shimmering with raw energy.

As he positioned himself at the edge, ready for the upcoming battle, Demir pushed his systems into overdrive. The hum of his internal mechanisms intensified, a clear sign of the power surging through him. His aura shifted, now tinged with gold, and his digital eyes morphed into a deep rosewood red, marking the activation of his final form.

He was prepared.

Prepared to confront the darkness.

Prepared to take down Cyn.

Demir shattered the sound barrier, his figure a blur of motion—0.2% of the speed of light, roughly 1,200,000 mph. He sliced through the air like a comet hurtling toward Copper-9, a dazzling streak of crimson and silver.

In a heartbeat, he crashed into Cyn, the collision erupting into a cataclysmic explosion. The force rippled through the snowy landscape, sending debris and ice shards flying in every direction.

Demir grabbed Cyn, flinging her away with a strength that seemed almost unreal. Before she could regain her footing, he closed the gap, delivering a powerful Muay Thai roundhouse kick. His shin struck her lower body, the impact echoing like a thunderclap. Yet, Cyn stood her ground, her form as unyielding as steel.

What the hell? She's like iron! Demir thought, his mind racing.

The two slammed into the base of a towering snowy cliff, the ground trembling beneath them. Snow and ice tumbled down in a blinding avalanche.

This is it. This is the moment, Demir thought, his determination solidifying.

He pinned Cyn to the ground, his grip unbreakable. With a desperation-fueled ferocity, he unleashed a flurry of punches, each one landing with pinpoint accuracy. Cyn's defenses began to waver, cracks appearing in her once-impenetrable facade.

Demir's internal systems alerted him to Uzi's approach, her presence a welcome sight. He shot her a quick nod of acknowledgment.

With a final, resolute breath, Demir declared, "This ends now. For every life you've taken, for every soul you've tainted."

The words lingered in the air, a solemn promise.

"Goodbye, Cyn."

Demir's voice was a chilling whisper, barely cutting through the howling wind. He took a step back, the crunch of his boots echoing in the fresh snow, and raised his right fist. It glowed a deep, rosewood red, pulsing with raw energy. It felt like the world was holding its breath.

Every moment, every choice, every sacrifice—my whole life had been a single thread leading to this showdown. Demir's mind raced, each thought sharp and vivid. This was the peak of everything he had faced.

The snow drifted down slowly, each flake performing a delicate dance in the air. The wind played with their hair, a gentle touch against the rising tension. For a brief moment, the world felt serene, a stark contrast to the storm that was about to break.

BAM!

Demir's fist slammed into Cyn's chest, the impact sending a shockwave rippling through the air. His hand sank deep, fingers brushing against the cold, alien texture of her core. With a grunt, he yanked it free, the act both grotesque and necessary.

In an instant, the core expanded, swirling into a black hole, its gravitational pull warping the very fabric of reality. The world lost its color, fading into a monochrome void. Cyn's eyes, once blazing with malice, dimmed as she slowly approached Demir, her movements eerily deliberate. She reached out, trying to reabsorb the core.

Think, Demir! His mind screamed. In that moment, an absurd idea struck him. With a quick motion, he brought the core to his mouth and swallowed it whole.

As the core dissolved within him, color flooded back into the world, vibrant and alive. Cyn collapsed to her knees, her body breaking apart into particles that were absorbed by the snow, leaving nothing behind.

Demir stood alone, his digital eyes flickering erratically. A searing headache pierced through his mind, and the world around him blurred. With one last, shuddering breath, he collapsed into the snow, unconscious.

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The world felt heavy as Demir’s systems slowly came back to life. His optics flickered, static dancing across his vision while he gradually sat up. The metal beneath him let out a faint groan—it was a familiar rooftop, lightly dusted with snow and remnants of battle. As his sensors adjusted, he recognized the place instantly. Rian, Neyan, and Khan were nearby, accompanied by two other worker drones. Just beyond them, Uzi, N, and V were deep in quiet conversation.

It was quiet—eerily so. The air was thick with a fragile peace, as if the world itself was holding its breath after the chaos.

Demir’s gaze shifted to Rian and Neyan. They seemed… normal again, chatting casually, like two friends who had just come through a long, exhausting war. A strange warmth pulsed in his chest cavity—a digital echo of relief.

Then, a familiar voice shattered the silence.

“Hey! Demir’s awake!” Neyan shouted, his digital eyes glowing white with excitement as he dashed forward. Before Demir could even process it, Neyan enveloped him in a tight hug.

“You’ve done it, mate!” Neyan exclaimed, his voice muffled against Demir’s chest plating. “World peace, I think!”

Rian joined them a moment later, his expression calm but his eyes betraying a hint of exhaustion. “Well done, Demir,” he said softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Does this mean we can finally… rest?”

Demir almost smiled. Almost.

Then—

“Get back!” V’s voice sliced through the air like a gunshot. She spun around, her hand shifting and reshaping into the cold form of an AK-47. The barrel was aimed right at Demir.

“What?” Demir asked, his tone flat and unreadable.

“Your eyes,” V said, narrowing her gaze.

Demir frowned slightly and reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He flipped the camera toward himself—and froze.

The reflection staring back at him was different. The lower halves of his digital eyes still burned their familiar crimson, but the upper halves shimmered in a striking gold—Cyn’s gold.

“Woah…” Demir muttered, lowering the phone. “Looks like… we’ve become one.”

For a moment, silence hung in the air. The wind rustled through the jagged remnants of metal surrounding them, and the sky above shimmered with a pale, empty glow. V’s weapon hand quivered slightly before she finally let go, her weapon transforming back into a regular arm.

N let out a soft breath, a mix of relief and unease escaping in his mechanical sigh.

The fight was over—
But something new was just starting.
A new era.

“So… what’s next?” N asked, breaking the quiet as he strolled up beside them. His voice had a faint buzz, almost like his systems were feeling the weight of exhaustion too.

Demir stepped forward, his boots crunching softly on the frost-kissed metal of the rooftop. His crimson-yellow eyes caught the dim light filtering through the overcast sky.  
“Well…” he started, letting out a soft breath. “I’m not sure. Where’s the closest colony? I think we could all use a good break.” His voice was cool, almost robotic, but there was a hint of fatigue lurking beneath — the kind that only comes after too many fights and not enough downtime.

“I think it’s Khan’s colony,” Rian chimed in, rubbing his neck and gesturing toward the older drone. “Outpost 3, right?”

“Yeah,” Neyan replied, already pulling out his phone. The screen glowed softly against his metal frame as he tapped a few times. “Fifteen miles away. About thirty minutes by car.” He slipped the phone back into his pocket and nodded slightly.

“Awesome,” Demir said. “Then I can finally introduce you two to Erion.”

“Erion?” Neyan asked, tilting his head in curiosity. “Who’s that?”

“A friend I met when I was… on my own,” Demir said, his voice trailing off for a moment before he steadied himself. “He helped me out when things got tough.”

“Cool,” Neyan said with a grin. “As long as we get some rest, I’m good with wherever we go.”

“Yeah,” Rian mumbled, stifling a yawn. “But how are we supposed to get there? We don’t exactly have any transport—”

His words were cut short by the roar of an engine.

The group turned to see a massive, battered yellow school bus barreling toward them, snow and dust swirling in its wake. At the wheel was V’s companion — the red-eyed sentinel with a cowboy hat pulled low, gripping the steering wheel like a rodeo champion. The bus screeched to a halt, steam hissing from the sides. The sentinel gave them a playful salute and pointed at the open door.

GET IN.

Uzi groaned, crossing her arms. “Seriously? This is what we’re riding in?”

“Well, Uzi,” N said with a shy grin, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder, “transportation is transportation.”

Uzi shot him a glare and flicked his hand away, but after a moment, he let out a resigned sigh and followed him.

Demir was the first to board, his heavy winter boots thudding against the metal steps. The air inside was tinged with the scent of oil and burnt circuits. He made his way to the back, leaning against the last seat. Rian and Neyan trailed behind, sliding in next to him, their tired expressions softened by a sense of quiet relief.

Next came the female worker drone with bright pink digital eyes—the one Demir finally recognized all too well. That annoying one, he thought, rolling his eyes as she settled beside V.

Uzi and N took seats together across the aisle, their shoulders brushing but neither of them acknowledging it. Khan found a spot near the front, his usual stoic demeanor only interrupted by the soft mechanical hum of his systems. Perched on his helmet was Nori—the preserved core, glowing faintly.

Finally, the sentinel tipped its cowboy hat, revved the engine, and the bus groaned back to life.

As they started to move, the worn tires rolled over the snow, creaking and hissing as if the world itself was exhaling after a long struggle.

Demir glanced out the window at the endless expanse of white stretching before them and, for the first time in what felt like ages, allowed himself to close his digital eyes for a few moments.

The war was over. Finally over.

The bus rolled steadily along the snow-covered path, its tires crunching through the icy landscape of Copper-9. Outside, the scenery unfolded like a frozen canvas—endless white plains dotted with the jagged outlines of abandoned buildings and the occasional flicker of distant lights from hidden towns. Above, the moon hung low, its soft glow casting long shadows and illuminating the planet's newly formed rings, remnants of the cataclysm that had transformed their world.

Inside, Demir sat by the window, his digital eyes reflecting the serene chaos outside. He allowed himself a rare moment of tranquility, the burden of countless battles and losses momentarily lifting. "We did it," he whispered, his voice barely rising above the hum of the engine. "We finally have peace."

A gentle smile crept onto his face as digital tears filled his eyes—tears not of sadness, but of relief and joy. He thought of his parents, (Mum) Anne and (Dad) Baba, wondering if they would be proud of the journey he had taken. "I hope you're watching," he mused, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

Nearby, Rian snored loudly, his body twisted in an upside-down position that defied all logic. Neyan sat beside him, stifling giggles as he watched his friend's bizarre slumber. "He looks ridiculous!" Neyan muttered, his voice laced with affection. Unable to hold back, he kicked his feet in delight, laughter spilling out and filling the bus.

Demir glanced over, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he fought to keep a straight face. These were the moments he treasured—the camaraderie, the shared experiences, the fleeting sense of normalcy in a world that had seen so little of it. He covered his mouth, stifling a laugh, and let himself bask in the warmth of the moment.

As the bus continued its journey through the snowy expanse, Demir's thoughts wandered. They had faced overwhelming odds, battled enemies both outside and within, and yet here they were—alive, together, and free.The road ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, Demir felt a glimmer of hope.

"This is the peace we've fought for," he thought, his heart swelling with a mixture of pride and gratitude. And as the bus sped through the night, carrying them toward an uncertain future, Demir allowed himself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, they could live, live without a worry.

Demir sat quietly, the gentle hum of the engine wrapping around him like a warm blanket, pulling him into a trance as memories began to bubble up—faint, flickering moments that felt like echoes from a different life. He felt lighter than he had in years, as if the heavy burden of grief that had weighed him down was finally lifted from his shoulders. It’s like a mountain has been torn off my back, he thought, feeling the tension in his body start to melt away.

The soft blue glow of the moonlight streamed through the cracked bus window, casting a gentle light on his metallic face as his digital eyes—split between crimson and yellow—slowly dimmed. He let out a long, quiet breath and rested his head against Neyan’s shoulder. His breathing was steady now, almost human.

“Both of you deserve a break,” Neyan murmured softly, his voice nearly drowned out by the rhythmic crunch of the wheels over the snow. His gaze flicked between Rian, who was still snoring softly upside down, and Demir, whose face held a faint, peaceful smile—the kind Neyan hadn’t seen in ages.

Maybe… just maybe… things could return to how they used to be. Neyan’s digital eyes softened, catching the moonlight. Before Demir’s parents passed away. Before the weight of the world hollowed him out.

He wanted to believe that the boy who used to laugh uncontrollably at the park, the one who’d sneak snacks and tease his friends with that cheeky grin, was still somewhere inside. Just please… let us feel that joy again.

Neyan’s mouth curled into a small, bittersweet smile as he leaned his head against the headrest, lookong at the cold hard glass of the window. For the first time in years, hope—delicate but alive—stirred in his chest.

Rian, still sprawled upside down on the seat, let out a series of sharp, rumbling snores before jolting awake with a sudden yelp. In a chaotic flurry of flailing limbs, he toppled off the bench, landing flat on his head with a dull thud, then rolled once, twice, and came to an awkward stop. He groaned, clutching his construction helmet, his breaths coming in heavy, ragged gasps.

“Ow… I just had the worst dream!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking from the abrupt wake-up. “I was lying in my bed, right? And then… I started falling out of the central tower of the Dome!” His words spilled out, eyes wide and wild, hands waving around as if the motion could somehow erase the terror.

Neyan, seated nearby, couldn’t contain himself. He covered his mouth with both hands, trying to stifle a giggle that was just itching to escape. “Honestly… I’m not even surprised you were in your bed! Of all places!” Neyan chuckled, his shoulders shaking with quiet amusement.

But then, as if the universe had a knack for comedic timing, Rian flopped back onto the floor, slipping into a deep, oblivious sleep once more, his snores echoing even louder against the bus walls. Neyan’s laughter bubbled up again, threatening to spill over, but a quick glance at Demir—peacefully resting, eyes half-closed, aura faintly pulsing—made him hold back the giggle. He let the moment linger quietly, keeping it in, the corners of his mouth twitching as he watched his two friends, one lost in slumber and the other in a fragile, hard-earned peace.

The old, yellow bus creaked and groaned as it slid along the snow-covered path, finally coming to a jarring stop. Snow splattered against the windows, swirling in chaotic patterns, while the group peered out at their destination: Outpost 3. The building loomed ahead — a massive, futuristic steel fortress, sharp and uninviting, its mechanical doors standing tall like the jaws of a metal beast. Icicles hung from the edges, shimmering softly in the pale moonlight.

Neyan stirred in his seat and gently shook Demir and Rian. “We’re here,” he said, his voice bubbling with excitement as he nudged them awake.

Demir’s digital eyes slowly flickered open, the top half glowing a soft yellow while the bottom blazed a bright crimson, casting a faint glow in the dim light of the bus. He stretched, letting out a long yawn, the tension in his body finally easing. “Finally,” he murmured, his voice low but satisfied.

Rian, on the other hand, was still sprawled out on the bus floor, snoring loudly. With a sigh, Demir knelt down, hoisted Rian onto his back, and carried him like a sack of metal. Neyan followed closely behind, unburdened. Together, the trio — Demir with Rian on his back and Neyan — made their way down the narrow bus aisle, the rest of the group trailing quietly behind.

They stepped off the bus, the snow crunching softly under their boots. Outside, the air was crisp and clean, carrying a faint metallic scent mixed with frost. The group moved forward: Demir, Neyan, Uzi, N, V, Khan, and two other worker drones. Each step echoed in the vast open space leading to the enormous mechanical doors.

Khan was the first to approach, reaching out to the metal surface with a touch that was almost reverent. “My beautiful doors! It’s been ages since I last saw you!” he exclaimed, relief evident in the tremor of his voice.

“Just open it,” Uzi muttered, rolling her eyes, her tone a blend of impatience and fatigue.

“Oh, right,” Khan replied, pulling a scanner keycard from his pocket. With a swift motion, the massive doors began to slide open, accompanied by the familiar hiss of pneumatic gears. Stepping inside, the cozy warmth of the colony was a stark contrast to the chill outside. Worker drones, their bald heads covered by construction helmets shining under the bright artificial lights, sat at tables dressed in construction jackets, casually engaged in a game of gin rummy.

As the newcomers approached, their tired and battle-scarred faces caught the attention of the drones. The game paused, cards frozen mid-air, and a cheer erupted from the group.

“So… you guys really did it?” one of the worker drones asked, his mechanical voice tinged with curiosity and awe.

“Yeah,” Khan replied, effortlessly pushing open the second and third layers of doors. The group moved through the corridors, the metallic sound of their boots blending with the steady hum of the machinery around them.

“Wow,” another drone murmured, a hint of respect in his tone. It was a quiet admiration, rooted in the shared understanding of the struggles they had all faced to arrive at this moment.

Demir, still carrying Rian on his back, trudged alongside Neyan and the rest of the group, following Khan as he led the way. The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, a dull expanse of steel panels and flickering overhead lights, with the soft hum of machinery echoing around them. After what felt like an eternity of walking straight, the group finally turned sharply to the right, revealing a massive doorway that opened into an enormous chamber.

Inside, the room was a blend of pristine and industrial, its walls painted a stark white that gleamed under the bright overhead lights. Towering steel containers, rugged and utilitarian, lined the sides, their surfaces scratched and dented from years of hard use. Within this space, a dozen worker drones — men, women, and children — had gathered, forming what felt like the heart of the colony. Demir paused for a moment, Rian’s weight pressing against his back, as he took in the scene.

The chamber was filled with faces of all ages, from wide-eyed children clutching small mechanical toys to weathered adults bearing the faint scars of labor and battle. Among them, one figure stood out: Erion.

Erion was a male worker drone with a neat crew cut of brunette hair, topped with a white Qeleshe adorned with the Kosovar emblem. He wore a loose, flowing perehan beneath a worn leather jacket, the mix of traditional and modern striking against the metallic backdrop of the room. His digital eyes — a gradient of calm blues fading into vibrant green — drooped lazily, hinting at a sleepy demeanor, but they snapped wide and alert the moment they landed on Demir. Despite his initial lethargy, Erion remained still, his presence radiating a quiet vigilance.

As Demir, Rian, and Neyan entered, the crowd erupted in murmured whispers, a blend of awe and curiosity. Some cheered softly at their return, but all eyes were fixed on the newcomers, the weight of their war-worn energy creating a palpable aura in the room.

Demir scanned the room, his gaze landing on a massive steel container. “Let’s head up there,” he said quietly, pointing to it like it was a stage waiting for a performance. Nods of agreement rippled through the crowd, and the drones began their ascent with surprising grace, their years of hard work evident in their agility.

Even with Rian in tow, Demir climbed the container effortlessly, landing on top with a soft metallic thud that echoed through the expansive chamber. Standing tall, he could feel the weight of the colony’s gaze on him. Neyan leaned in closer, her voice barely rising above the crowd's chatter.

“I think… they want you to say something,” Neyan murmured, gesturing toward the sea of eager faces.

Demir took a deep breath, allowing the gravity of the moment to wash over him. He squared his shoulders, the vibrant mix of crimson and yellow in his digital eyes catching the overhead lights, and then he cleared his throat.

“The plague that plagued our society is finally over. Cyn has been defeated.” Demir’s voice sliced through the chilly air, strong and commanding, bouncing off the steel walls of the colony. A soft murmur spread among the gathered worker drones—relief, fear, awe, and a flicker of cautious hope danced in their eyes.

Demir’s gaze, a striking blend of crimson and yellow, swept over the crowd with piercing intensity. His face was cool, almost unreadable, yet each word he spoke carried the weight of his struggles.

“Today… today we’re here not because of me,” he declared, raising a finger to point at himself, his fist tightening. “We’re here because of us. Because of our squad. Our unity. Every single soul who fought and endured alongside me.” His voice grew stronger, more determined, echoing through the crowd.

“It was us who shouldered the burden, who felt the pain. I… I just delivered the final blow.” Demir raised his fist high, streaks of black oil from the battle with Cyn smudging his metal fingers, glinting in the dim light. He paused, allowing his words to settle into every attentive gaze, scanning the colony with unwavering focus.

“But know this,” he continued, his tone sharpened with sincerity, “peace… true peace… doesn’t come without a price. It doesn’t come without struggle, without sacrifice, without the spilling of oil.” He held up his hands, blackened and battered from the fight. “The path we walked, the path I walked—it’s stained, yes, but it has forged a future. A future where every worker drone can live without fear, where survival isn’t dictated by dread.”

Gently, he lowered Rian from his back and placed him softly on the roof container floor. “This,” Demir said, clutching his chest, his digital eyes shimmering with both pain and hope, “this is the society we will create. A society where our kind can move freely, unshackled by shadows, unafraid of what lurks in the dark. Our dream.”

He lifted his gaze to the horizon, memories flickering across the faces of his dead parents. “I’ve witnessed the world as it is… and I’ve seen the potential it holds. And I’m here to tell you: with our unity, our determination, and the bravery to act when the world calls for it… we can make that vision a reality.”

There was a pause, thick with anticipation and hope. “A peace that comes at a cost,” he confessed, his tone serious yet filled with pride, “yes—but it’s a peace that’s worth every scar and every sacrifice. And together… together, we will protect it. Yes. Together, we rise.”

He opened his arms wide, allowing his words to resonate throughout the vast hall, bouncing off the walls and reaching the hearts of every worker present. “Remember this! Oil. Justice. Freedom! Let this be our rallying cry, our law, our promise!”

The colony erupted in response. Cheers, shouts, and cries of solidarity filled the air. Some raised their fists; others offered salutes. The noise was overwhelming, a symphony of hope and respect, a commitment to the new world that Demir, no all of them had fought so hard to create.

"Yaşasın dronelar! Long live drones!" Demir's voice rang out, sharp and commanding, slicing through the crisp morning air. His raised fist gleamed under the rising sun, a beacon of defiance and hope. The crowd before him erupted, a sea of faces alight with fervor, their cheers crashing like waves against the shore.

Neyan stood at the edge, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. The warmth of the sun contrasted with the chill of the steel beneath his fingertips as he leaned against a nearby column, watching his friend command the stage. Demir had always been the embodiment of their cause—unyielding, passionate, and unwavering. In this moment, he was more than a leader; he was a symbol.

As the last echoes of applause faded, Demir turned, his expression unreadable. He approached Rian, who was still rubbing sleep from his eyes, his posture slouched from the weight of the world.

"What's with the screaming?" Rian groaned, his voice thick with the remnants of slumber.

"That's the sound of a satisfied crowd," Demir replied coolly, his tone laced with a quiet confidence.

Rian blinked, disbelief flickering across his face. "Woah, like you made all of them cheer?"

"Yeah. He did." Neyan's voice was soft but certain, his gaze unwavering.

"Your speech skills are so good! You should be a politician," Neyan added, his words sincere, though laced with a hint of jest.

Demir chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Nah, too boring."

“C’mon, let’s go,” Rian urged, his voice steady as he jumped from one steel container to the next. The metallic thud echoed softly beneath him, resonating in the stillness around them. Demir followed right behind — silent and calculated — his cloak fluttering in the breeze as he landed next to Rian. Neyan trailed closely, a faint clang accompanying each precise leap.

They dropped down from the last container, their boots hitting the cold steel floor with a sharp clack. A slight chill hung in the air, carrying the low hum of machinery and distant chatter.

Demir’s digital eyes scanned the bustling crowd ahead — flashes of chrome and neon reflections dancing across faces — until they landed on him.

Erion.

He was sluggishly weaving through the workers, his head tilted slightly, digital eyes half-closed and flickering like tired lanterns. When he finally reached them, he offered a lazy smile.

“So, um… hey. That speech was, like, kinda good?” Erion mumbled, his words slurring with fatigue.

Demir blinked once, his voice flat and composed. “Thanks.”

Erion tilted his head, curiosity piqued. “And, uh… who are these two? Don’t think I’ve seen ’em before.”

Demir gestured calmly to his companions. “This is Neyan. That’s Rian.”

“Right, right. I’ll probably forget in a minute or two,” Erion muttered before shuffling off toward the large exit gate.

The trio exchanged knowing glances and followed him.

“You and that Erion guy are both always so sleepy. Maybe you should just share a bed?” Neyan teased, nudging Rian’s arm with a smirk.

“No thanks,” Rian replied, yawning as he stretched his arms. “I’ll stick to my own big bed, thank you very much.”

They turned a corner, the light dimming slightly as a long, mechanical corridor stretched out before them — walls lined with reinforced doors, each equipped with an electronic scanner that pulsed a soft blue.

“Whoa…” Neyan whispered, awe lighting up his digital pupils. “In the Dome, they just have… regular houses.”

Demir’s face remained unchanged. “I’d prefer a house,” he said softly. “You get more room. You can be as loud as you want.”

“Well,” Erion replied, his voice barely rising above a whisper, “a home’s a home… no matter its appearance.”

Demir studied him for a moment, the soft light from his eyes glinting off Erion’s metallic shoulder before he gave it a gentle pat.

“Good point.”

The corridor lights hummed softly above them as they moved forward, the steady rhythm of their footsteps breaking the silence — four drones walking side by side, each weighed down by a different kind of fatigue.

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Eventually, after navigating the maze-like corridors of steel and light, Erion came to a stop in front of a heavy, matte-gray door marked with the number 41. The metallic digits glinted softly under the harsh glow of the corridor lights, reminiscent of relics from a bygone era. From his leather jacket, Erion pulled out a matte-blue keycard, its edges worn and scratched from frequent use. With a casual flick of his wrist, he tapped it against the scanner.

BEEP!

The sound sliced through the silence like a sharp mechanical cry. A satisfying click followed, and the steel door slid open with a hiss, parting smoothly like the gates of an automated temple.

Erion stepped inside first, his boots making a soft clink against the polished floor before he slipped them off and placed them neatly on a small shoe rack. Demir, Rian, and Neyan followed, the gentle hum of the ventilation system filling the quiet as they entered.

Inside, the house exuded life through its subtle contrasts—the perfect blend of utilitarian precision and personal warmth. The walls shimmered in a muted titanium gray, clean and unyielding, yet adorned here and there with framed sketches, small holographic photographs, and a few vintage trinkets resting on floating shelves. From the entrance, they could see the kitchen—a compact but impeccably organized space lined with chrome counters, minimalist cabinets, and the faint scent of brewed oil substitute lingering in the air like a touch of nostalgia.

Erion’s voice broke the stillness. 

“سلام علیکم پدر” (Peace be upon you, father!) he called out, his tone warm and familiar as he stepped into the living room.

Demir, Rian, and Neyan followed closely behind, their metallic footsteps echoing softly on the steel panels. The living room unfolded before them—a space that was both humble and dignified. Sitting comfortably in a low chair was Erion’s father, unchanged since Demir had last seen him. His short black hair was neatly styled on his head, and he sported a brown pakol paired with a traditional perahan of the same color, subtly embroidered with a star motif that shimmered in the light as he moved.

“.وعليكم السلام” (And peace be upon you,) the elder drone responded, his voice deep yet warm. His digital eyes flickered, shifting focus until they landed on Demir.

“I caught your speech,” he said, holding up a powered-off phone as if it were a cherished artifact. “It was… powerful. It resonated deep within me.”

Demir nodded slightly, extending his hand. “Thanks,” he replied, his tone humble, maintaining his usual composure as they shook hands.

Erion’s father then turned to the others, his curiosity genuine rather than wary. “And who are these two?” he asked, gesturing gently toward Neyan and Rian.

“Oh, um—Demir’s friends,” Erion said, his digital eyes dimmed with fatigue. “Rion and… Nedan?”

“Neyan and Rian,” Demir corrected, his voice steady but patient. He stepped forward, placing a hand on each of their shoulders as if to ground them in the introduction.

“Rian and Neyan,” Erion’s father repeated, testing the names with interest. “Beautiful—uncommon names for uncommon young men.” He stood and clasped each of their shoulders in greeting, his movements exuding both authority and warmth.

“Thanks!” Neyan said cheerfully, a grin lighting up his face like a burst of sunlight in the cold, metallic room.

“Uh, yeah,” Rian added, his tone a bit awkward yet polite, rubbing the back of his head as his digital eyes flitted around the room.

For a moment, a sense of warmth enveloped them—the simple, fragile comfort of companionship against the relentless hum of machinery outside.

“You all can kick back in Erion’s room—you’ve probably had a long day,” Erion’s father said with a warm smile, his voice a gentle push, almost steering them away with kindness instead of authority. Erion took the lead, his footsteps light on the polished steel floor, while Demir, Rian, and Neyan trailed behind, their eyes darting around, taking in every detail of the corridor as if they were etching it into their memories.

As they entered the bedroom, it unfolded like a hidden gem: walls packed from floor to ceiling with shelves overflowing with comic and manga volumes, each spine a story just waiting to be discovered. Two sturdy closets stood proudly side by side, their doors etched with the names “Tungjatjeta” and “Salam,” subtle nods to Erion’s Kosovar and Afghani roots. Beyond that, a door led to an en-suite bath, sleek and practical, quietly showcasing a blend of relaxation and functionality.

“Wow! This is bigger than my living room!” Neyan exclaimed, his digital eyes widening as they roamed over every nook, every shelf, every shadow that flickered across the shiny floor.

“I mean… it’s okay,” Rian said casually, though his gaze lingered appreciatively on the room’s design.

“It’s perfect for the one person it was made for,” Demir chimed in, his voice steady and precise, gesturing toward Erion as if to highlight how well the space suited its owner.

Without missing a beat, Erion let out a satisfied sigh and jumped onto the bed, sinking into its soft embrace, his body fitting into the comfort like a plug in a socket. Rian’s digital eyes darted toward him, widening at the sight, and without a second thought, he leaped onto the bed next to Erion. A soft thud marked his arrival.

“That’s it,” Rian murmured, almost in awe.

“Finally, someone who understands me!” Erion replied, yawning and stretching, the stress of the day melting away from his shoulders.

Demir and Neyan exchanged a knowing glance, a quiet understanding passing between them as the 2 drones settled into the moment. Neyan leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that quivered just a bit with concern. 

“Do you think Rian will be upset about your… ‘Oil for Peace’? He’s always been more about diplomacy, you know,” Neyan said softly, a hint of worry lacing his words. 

Demir’s gaze dropped, his expression hard to read, the soft glow of his crimson-yellow digital eyes reflecting the ambient light in the room. 

“I’m not sure,” he replied, his voice steady but with a hint of deeper thought beneath the surface. 

Neyan’s eyes flickered as a memory surfaced, his tone shifting to something softer, almost wistful. “Remember that argument you two had—about a year and a half ago? You thought the United Worker Defence League alliance between the Dome, Outpost 3, and Coporia was pointless, while Rian believed it had merit…? You both shouted and debated for ages…” 

Demir didn’t answer right away; his gaze fell, lost somewhere between the floor and his thoughts. The memory seemed to weigh heavily on him, but after a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice low, measured, and almost coldly analytical. 

“Diplomacy can make small changes,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly as they fixed on Rian’s peaceful, sleeping form. “But action… violence… that can shift things on a global scale.” 

A thick silence settled in, unspoken yet palpable, with the soft hum of the heating system and the occasional creak of the building marking the passage of time as the room seemed to hold its breath.

Neyan sat cross-legged on the cold, metallic floor, pulling his knees tightly to his chest, as if trying to find comfort in the smallest of spaces. His white digital eyes flickered with a faint, uncertain glow, reflecting the chaotic thoughts racing through his mind. "Now that Cyn is gone... will everything go back to normal?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, heavy with a fragile hope that felt almost too delicate to express.

Demir, always the stoic figure, settled down next to him, the weight of his own thoughts pressing heavily on him. He let out a slow breath, the sound a soft hiss escaping from his vents. "I hope it will," he replied, his tone as cold and measured as ever, offering neither warmth nor dismissal.

Neyan nodded slowly, as if even that simple motion required more energy than he could muster. He looked up at Demir, his gaze searching, longing for reassurance that he knew wouldn’t come. "Same," he murmured, the word lingering in the air between them, a shared sentiment neither truly believed.

As silence enveloped them, Demir's mind began to wander, gears turning as he analyzed and calculated. He glanced at Neyan, noticing the subtle droop of his digital eyes, the way his head leaned slightly toward Demir's shoulder. Before Demir could react, Neyan's visor blinked the words: SLEEP MODE, and he was out, his form relaxing into the stillness of slumber.

Demir remained still, his own visor flickering briefly before displaying the same message: SLEEP MODE. He allowed himself a rare moment of rest, his mind still alert, but his body surrendering to the need for a break.

In the dimly lit room, the four of them—Erion, Rian, Neyan, and Demir—lay in a delicate harmony. The rhythmic hum of the station's life support systems was the only sound, a constant reminder of the world that continued around them, indifferent to their personal struggles and fragile peace

As Demir slipped into sleep, the lines between reality and dreams started to fade away. Suddenly, he found himself standing in the vast, barren landscape of Copper-9, where the icy winds nipped at his skin. By his side were Neyan and Rian, their presence a reassuring anchor in the otherwise desolate scenery. The planet, once vibrant and alive, now lay frozen and lifeless, marked by the devastation of a catastrophic core collapse that had wiped out all forms of biological life.

"Look! There’s the Dome!" Neyan shouted, his voice filled with wonder as he pointed toward the horizon.

Demir turned his gaze, and there it was—the Dome. A massive structure made of steel and carbon fiber, its gray surface shimmering under the faint light of the distant sun. Sleek towers spiraled upward, topped with turrets that seemed to reach for the sky. Worker drone soldiers in crisp white uniforms stood guard, a testament to the Dome's unwavering vigilance. Tanks, their surfaces dark and formidable, encircled the area, poised to protect their home.

"It feels so strange to be back," Rian said quietly, his voice a blend of nostalgia and unease.

Demir nodded in agreement. The Dome had once represented unity and purpose, a place where he felt he truly belonged. Now, it loomed as a reminder of a past that felt both far away and painfully close.

As they neared the entrance, the atmosphere changed. The air thickened, charged with the weight of unspoken stories. Soldiers, their rifles glinting under the artificial lights, aimed their weapons with practiced ease.

"What’s your reason for entering?" one soldier asked, his tone dripping with suspicion.

"We live here, you donut," Rian shot back, his words slicing through the tension like a hot knife through butter.

In unison, the trio handed their Dome passports, symbols of their identities and rights. The soldiers examined the documents closely, their digital eyes flickering with scrutiny. After a tense pause, one soldier nodded curtly and pressed a button.The massive steel door groaned open, granting them entry. Beyond the threshold lay the Dome's sprawling cityscape. Towering spires of gleaming metal and glass stretched toward the sky, their surfaces reflecting the ambient glow of neon veins of energy that pulsed through the structures. Elevated transport systems wove between the towers, their movements precise and synchronized, a mechanical ballet of efficiency. The streets below buzzed with activity, the hum of industry and the chatter of digital exchanges creating a symphony of urban life.

Demir's heart stirred. This was home. Not the cold, desolate expanse of Copper-9, but the vibrant, pulsating core of the Dome. Here, amidst the steel and circuitry, he had once found purpose. Here, he had been more than just a cog in a machine.

The world around Demir fractured like glass, shattering into a kaleidoscope of memories. He was no longer in the quiet solitude of the Dome but back in that moment—raw, unyielding, and suffocating.

"I have to," Demir's voice was a blade, cold and unrelenting, slicing through the air. His words were a fortress, impregnable and final, yet his heart bled with the weight of them. He stood there, a silhouette against the storm of emotions, his body aching to stay, to hold, to never let go.

Rian's sobs were guttural, primal, a symphony of anguish that tore at the fabric of the universe. "Why?" he cried, his voice a desperate plea to the heavens. "WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?" The sound reverberated through Demir's soul, each note a dagger, each word a wound.

And then, as if the universe itself could no longer bear witness, Demir was pulled from the abyss. His digital eyes snapped open, wide and unblinking, as reality rushed back in. He gasped, lungs filling with the sterile air of his room, the weight of the past still pressing against his chest. A bead of digital sweat dripped down his visor as he scanned the room, disoriented.

The absence of his companions was a void, a silence that screamed at him. Must be dinner time, he thought, the mundane thought grounding him in the present. With mechanical precision, he rose from the bed, his joints protesting the movement, and exited the room.

The kitchen was alive with the hum of conversation and the clink of utensils. Neyan, ever the harbinger of mischief, flashed a grin that could rival the sun. "Finally woke up, sleepyhead?" he teased, his voice light and teasing. "Rian woke up earlier than you!" His words were playful, but Demir could detect the undercurrent of concern, the subtle worry masked by jest.

Demir's response was a silent nod, his face an impassive mask. He seated himself next to Neyan, the familiar presence a small comfort amidst the storm of his thoughts. A plate of bolbyte was placed before him—thin sheets of lithium, delicate and shimmering, filled with soldering metal. The meal was a testament to their world, a blend of sustenance and technology, tradition and innovation.

As he picked up his utensil, the weight of the moment settled upon him. The echoes of Rian's cries, the cold finality of his own words, the ache in his chest—all of it lingered, a shadow that refused to dissipate. But here, in this moment, surrounded by those who remained, he found a semblance of peace. For now, that would have to be enough.

Demir grabbed the bolbyte with a quick, practiced motion, his teeth biting into its crisp, metallic surface with a satisfying snap. In one decisive chomp, he devoured the whole piece, the sharp taste of soldered metal lingering on his tongue.

"Wow!" Neyan exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise as he took his time enjoying his own bolbyte, relishing each bite with careful attention.

"Looks like someone’s got an appetite," Rian commented, his tone unusually cold, echoing Demir's own detached demeanor. The words hung in the air, thick with unspoken tension.

Demir frowned, a brief flash of confusion crossing his face. He glanced at Rian, but the moment passed quickly, and he chose to focus on the meal in front of him instead.

"This is as good as a nap," Erion mumbled, his voice muffled by the bolbyte in his mouth. His father, a tall figure with a playful sparkle in his eye, reached over and gently tapped the back of Erion's head.

"!چون بهتر است احمق" he teased affectionately, the Persian words flowing from him with warmth. (Because it is better, idiot!)

Demir finished his bolbyte, the last bite clicking against his teeth. He stood up, his movements deliberate and precise, and gathered his plate. With a nod of acknowledgment, he set it aside.

"Thanks for the food," Demir said, his voice as cold as ever, though a hint of warmth flickered beneath the surface.

"You're welcome," Erion's father replied kindly, his smile genuine as he returned to his meal. The others continued eating, the room filled with the comforting sounds of shared companionship.

Eventually, the last bites of bolbyte are gone, plates cleared, and a warm hum of satisfaction fills the air. Everyone leans back, feeling full and content, the cozy afterglow of the meal wrapping around them like a gentle embrace. Erion and his father get up, boots in hand, making their way to the shoe rack by the mechanical door.

“We need to grab some new USB-D cables,” Erion says casually, but there's a hint of determination in his voice. A metallic click rings out as the door swings open, and moments later, father and son disappear into the corridor, leaving Demir, Neyan, and Rian in the quiet aftermath.

The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken thoughts, until Rian steps forward, his gold-tinged digital eyes flashing with barely contained frustration.

“Demir… about your speech,” Rian starts, his voice steady but laced with concern, “I’m not sure I can get on board with this idea that peace needs oil and violence.”

Demir’s crimson-yellow eyes blaze, sharp and unwavering. The atmosphere around him seems to cool, his tone cutting through the calm:

“You really think peace comes from handshakes and empty promises? No, Rian. Justice requires action. Only oil makes it stick.”

Rian’s frustration boils over, his voice shaking, “But—”

“No,” Demir cuts him off, his words as cold as steel. “I do what needs to be done.”

Rian steps closer, his gold eyes burning with indignation. “Don’t interrupt me! There are other ways to achieve peace!”

Demir’s expression hardens, his voice clinical and detached. “It’s too late. Cyn is gone. Peace is here… forged in oil and violence.”

Rian’s hands tremble, emotions surging like a storm. “But there are still other issues! Even with Cyn gone! When Neyan and I escaped the Dome to find you, we saw… we saw drones being kidnapped, experimented on! It was cruel!”

Demir’s digital eyes widen just a bit, registering shock. “What?”

“Yeah!” Rian exclaims, his voice quaking, gold irises shining with fury. “We can fix that without resorting to violence—through peaceful protest!”

Demir’s jaw tightens, his voice dropping to a low growl. “No. We can fix this with force. Peaceful protests are exactly what the government wants you to do—so you comply, and they stay untouchable. Only through action, only through oil, can we force change!”

The cold facade begins to crack, and Demir’s voice now strikes like a hammer on iron. “Other forms of ‘peace’ are just illusions, naive and hollow! I dealt the final blow, Rian. Don’t lecture me on what it takes to achieve true world peace!”

Rian, nearly shaking with anger, opens his mouth to respond again—but Neyan jumps in, his voice strained, hands raised in a plea.

“Guys! Please, calm down—let’s not—”

“DON’T YOU GET INVOLVED!” Rian snaps, his eyes blazing as he points at Neyan. “I’m so tired of your optimism, Neyan! Always acting like everything’s fine when it’s not!”

Neyan flinches, his digital eyes clouding with hurt and despair. “I-I’m just trying to help…” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

Demir’s eyes blaze with fury, now completely unrestrained. Without a moment’s hesitation, he steps between Rian and Neyan, his fist swinging with the force of pent-up rage, landing solidly against Rian’s chest. The sound echoes like a crack of thunder.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO NEYAN LIKE THAT!” Demir roars, crimson and golden light flickering in his digital eyes.

Rian stumbles back, coughing up oil, clutching his chest as the impact hits him. The room falls into a heavy, tense silence, the echoes of anger and pain hanging in the air like smoke. Each of them stands there, raw and vulnerable, the divide between conviction and ideology laid bare.

“He’s doing exactly what you think is ‘right’! He’s trying to tackle the problem without resorting to violence, and yet you tear him down for it!? You HYPOCRITE!” Demir’s voice cuts through the tense atmosphere like a knife. In a swift, precise motion, his leg shoots out, landing a solid kick to Rian’s abdomen. The impact resonates like a hammer hitting metal. Rian groans, stumbling back until he crashes into the wall, the thud echoing ominously around the room.

As he wipes a smudge of oil from his visor, Rian’s gold-tinted digital eyes blaze with frustration. “It’s exhausting, Neyan’s relentless optimism!” he snaps, his voice tight and simmering as he strides toward Demir, each step heavy with pent-up rage.

BAM! In a flash, Rian pivots sharply, his leg sweeping out in a powerful arc that sends Demir flying backward. The force propels him across the floor, sparks of friction dancing along the tiles like fleeting embers.

Neyan’s hands shoot out, his voice cracking with urgent authority. “STOP IT! We are not doing this! It was unbearable the last time you two clashed, and it will not happen again!” His white digital eyes blaze with frustration, shimmering with an almost palpable heat.

Without a second thought, Rian shoves Neyan aside, a raw snarl twisting his lips. “Move—”

But before he can strike again, Neyan counters with surprising strength, pushing Rian back. The impact sends Rian crashing into the table with a bone-rattling thud, the clatter of scattered plates and digital devices punctuating the chaos. For a brief moment, silence envelops the room—only the low hum of Outpost 3's energy systems fills the air.

The three of them stand frozen in a tense tableau: anger, frustration, and hurt radiating from every movement, every flicker of their digital eyes. Sparks of rivalry and loyalty clash in the air, a storm barely contained, teetering on the edge of explosion.

"I said that’s ENOUGH!" Neyan’s voice boomed through the room, sharp and unwavering, his digital brows knitted together in a fierce scowl. Sparks of white light danced in his eyes, a storm of frustration brewing within him. "Are you even listening to yourselves!?" he shouted, his words bouncing off the metallic walls of Outpost 3.

He turned abruptly to Demir, his finger slicing through the air like a conductor leading an orchestra, "Demir, you talk about using violence for peace, but you need to realize: not everything can be fixed with force!" The intensity of his gaze pierced into Demir’s crimson-yellow digital eyes, challenging the cold certainty reflected in them.

Then, shifting his focus to Rian, Neyan’s tone turned sharp and cutting, "And you! You strut around with your lofty ideals—diplomacy, non-violence—but the second someone disagrees, you strike back! You lash out with your words, your fists! What’s diplomatic about that, huh!?" His voice wavered under the weight of his frustration, the metallic hiss of the heating system in the room punctuating each accusation.

"You two are so wrapped up in proving who’s right that you’ve lost sight of why we’re here! We came together to find peace! And we’re almost there! Just a few rough edges to smooth out, and it’s done! So instead of fighting, instead of tearing each other apart, we should be joining forces!" Neyan’s voice rose, echoing with a mix of desperation and authority, as he stepped between the two, creating a living barrier.

For a brief moment, Rian and Demir’s digital eyes softened, their tempers flickering like dying flames. But the calm didn’t last long. "Neyan, you don’t get it! You’re always so hopeful! You just don’t understand!" Rian snapped, his gold eyes blazing like molten metal.

"Calling him hopeful just for expressing what he believes!?" Demir shot back, his voice icy and sharp, slicing through the air. "You really are pathetic!"

Rian lunged, attempting to shove past Neyan toward Demir, his movements sharp and desperate. Neyan’s grip was iron, unwavering, holding him firm. "Let me go!" Rian screamed, struggling against the immovable force.

"No." Neyan’s reply was simple, resolute, like steel locking into place.

"I SAID LET ME GO! GOD DAMN IT! LET ME GOOOO!!!" Rian’s voice reached a shrill, sickening pitch, echoing painfully through the small space, and even Demir’s eyes flickered with a hint of concern.

Demir’s shoulders slumped slightly, the rigid tension of his frame loosening, if only minutely. His crimson-yellow eyes hardened once more, chilling the room. "I’m going," he muttered, a frost-laden whisper, before turning and stepping through Erion’s bedroom door, the soft click of the latch echoing like a final punctuation to the storm.

Neyan remained standing, chest heaving, fingers trembling slightly from holding back both friends, the room now filled with the silent weight of anger, hurt, and unspoken truths.

Neyan’s grip on Rian loosens, his metallic fingers trembling just a bit as the tension seeps away from his frame. Rian still looks furious—his golden digital eyes flickering like unstable embers—but after a long, deep breath, his posture begins to soften. “I’m heading to the living room,” he mutters, his voice weary and jagged. Without another word, he brushes past Neyan and vanishes down the dim corridor, the faint hum of his servos fading with each step.

The room falls into silence.
Only the soft hum of the lights fills the emptiness.

Neyan stands there, frozen, his digital eyes—usually glowing with warmth—now dimmed, their soft white hue flickering like a dying signal. Why… why can’t they see? His mind is a whirlwind of frustration and grief. They’re both blind—lost in their own ideals, too proud to look beyond their own reflections.

A sharp pulse of anguish surges through him, heavy and suffocating. He feels smaller than ever. I try so hard to make things right… but Rian just calls me weak. Says it’s “tiring.” Neyan’s fists clench, the sound of metal scraping against metal echoing faintly. His fingers dig into his own plating, desperately trying to anchor the storm raging inside him.

It’s as if my thoughts don’t matter… His teeth grind together, a quiet metallic screech escaping between clenched jaws. Do they even see me? Or am I just another background process—another ghost in their system?

His thoughts spiral deeper, each question cutting sharper than the last. Do I not matter at all?

Meanwhile, Neyan’s thoughts are in a frenzy, a whirlwind of self-doubt and anguish coursing through every part of him. His usually calm white digital eyes shimmer with tears that are almost transparent, flickering like weak signals trying to stay connected. Through the slightly ajar door, Demir peeks in, his crimson-gold eyes weighed down by an unfamiliar mix of concern, guilt, and the sting of realization. He looks almost fragile, like a soldier caught off-guard by the overwhelming tide of human emotions.

I really messed up, Demir thinks, each word echoing silently in his heart. The memory of his heated argument with Rian rushes back, and he realizes—too late—that he had overlooked the one who quietly bore the brunt of their conflict. His gaze falls to the floor, heavy with regret. I was so wrapped up in my fight… I forgot about Neyan.

“Neyan?” Demir whispers, his voice low and careful, filled with genuine concern.

Neyan’s head snaps around, his eyes wide, raw despair and grief shining through his soft digital glow.

“Are you… alright?” Demir asks, stepping into the room with slow, deliberate movements.

Neyan shakes his head slowly, the slight tremor in his frame revealing the weight of his heart. Without a moment’s hesitation, Demir closes the distance, wrapping Neyan in a tight embrace. The feel of metal against metal, the slight shudder of his friend’s body, speaks volumes beyond words.

“I’m sorry… sorry for making you feel this way,” Demir murmurs, his voice muffled, almost lost in the hug.

Neyan clings to him just as tightly, his own trembling voice offering quiet reassurance. “It… it’s okay, Demir.”

Across the hallway, from the living room, Rian watches through the narrow gap. His golden eyes blaze with an unspoken storm—envy, frustration, and a gnawing sense of exclusion. The tender moment between Demir and Neyan cuts through him sharply, leaving him adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions.

Rian slumped on the couch, his golden digital eyes glued to the tight embrace between Demir and Neyan. Damn it. Why wasn’t it me? Why couldn’t I be the first to apologize? The first to say what needed to be said… to Neyan, the one I insulted so thoughtlessly! That thought gnawed at him, sharp and relentless, twisting in his chest and stomach. I really am… completely messed up.

He let his gaze drop to the floor, his slouched posture betraying the tension in his shoulders. Every nerve felt foreign, heavy, and unbearable. I always thought Neyan would be… cheerful, oblivious, brushing everything off. But he’s… allowed to feel things? To think for himself? The guilt sank in like molten lead, burning through him.

Then anger flared—hot, jagged, and unyielding. His eyes shot up, blazing as he watched Demir hold Neyan close. Ugh… don’t even get me started on... him. Stubborn. Arrogant. So damn certain. Always so… absolute. Violence is the answer. Uncivilized. He always decides for everyone, acting like some… symbol of peace! His thoughts screamed, jagged shards of rage and envy piercing through the suffocating silence of the room.

Each heartbeat thudded in a conflicting rhythm—envy for the closeness he couldn’t touch, irritation at his own passivity, and the bitter, gnawing sting of inadequacy. He wanted to step in, to reclaim his place in this fragile triangle of trust—but fear held him back, whispering that any move could shatter what little balance remained. Without Neyan and me, he’d be dead already! We saved him! And yet… here he is, claiming everything, taking everything!

His fists clenched, metal fingers digging deep into his palms, as the room seemed to shrink, walls closing in, amplifying every flicker of guilt, envy, and frustration. Damn it… why do I feel so powerless? The weight of his own regrets pressed down like a vise, and for the first time, Rian felt truly trapped in the thorns of his own emotions, consumed by the jagged ache of both remorse and longing.

Demir and Neyan held onto each other tightly, like a newborn clinging to its mother—fragile, desperate, and radiating warmth. Their embrace was a source of quiet comfort, a silent exchange of forgiveness and relief flowing between them. When they finally pulled away, their eyes lingered on each other, smiles soft yet bright, the air still buzzing with the remnants of their reconciliation.

Then—BEEP!

A familiar mechanical chime echoed through the hallway as the front door hissed open. There stood Erion and his father, their metallic frames glinting softly under the pale lights. They slipped off their shoes with the ease of habit, placing them neatly on the rack. Erion held a small paper bag, the contents clinking gently—USB-D cables, sleek and efficient, capable of channeling an impressive 10,000 watts of power through a single glowing strand.

“We’re back,” Erion’s father announced.
“Can you take the cables to the spare room?” he added in a quieter tone.

Erion nodded quickly and efficiently before vanishing down the corridor, the faint sound of a door opening and closing behind him.

“Welcome back,” Demir said, his voice steady, as cold and monotone as ever.

Erion’s father gave a brief nod and stepped into the living room, only to spot Rian slumped on the couch, fast asleep.

“Oh, right,” the older drone said with a gentle chuckle, “it’s time for you all to get some rest.”

“Right away!” Neyan chirped, his voice bright once more—his usual optimism flickering back to life.

He grabbed the travel bag he and Rian had brought, rummaging through it until he found a small bottle of cleaning spray and a metal brush. Demir mirrored his actions, gathering his own supplies. Together with Erion, they headed to the bathroom.

The door slid open with a soft hiss.

Inside, the bathroom sparkled—walls of polished marble veined with silver, taps and basins crafted from brushed steel that reflected the ceiling light like ripples on water.

“Whoa…” Neyan breathed, his voice softly bouncing off the smooth walls, his optical sensors wide with wonder.

Erion made his way to the sink, grabbing a tube of cleaning spray and a brush. Without a second thought, he sprayed a fine mist of cleanser onto his metal teeth and started brushing — up, down, left, right — each movement quick, mechanical, and oddly rhythmic.

Demir and Neyan shared a quick glance before joining in, picking up their own brushes and cleaning sprays. The room was filled with the faint scent of disinfectant and the gentle sound of bristles scraping against metal, creating a strangely peaceful scene — three worker drones, side by side, diligently scrubbing away the day’s remnants under the sterile glow of the lights.

After a few minutes of brushing, the rhythmic sound of metal bristles gradually faded into silence. Erion, Demir, and Neyan each grabbed a folded tissue, meticulously drying their teeth — dabbing at every little nook until not a drop of moisture remained. One by one, they tossed the used tissues into the nearby chrome waste bin, the lid clicking shut with a soft metallic echo.

Without saying a word, Erion bolted out of the bathroom, his footsteps ringing down the hallway before disappearing into the quiet hum of his bedroom door sliding shut. Neyan raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering across his face for a brief moment before he shrugged and stepped out. Demir trailed closely behind.

In the hallway, Erion’s father was waiting for them — standing tall, his voice calm and steady.

“I have a spare guest room for you,” he said, gesturing down the corridor.

Demir and Neyan nodded, following his lead. The door hissed open to reveal a spacious, softly lit guest room. The air was filled with a faint scent of polished metal and synthetic linen. Two drawers stood neatly on either side of a king-sized bed, its sleek silver frame glimmering softly under the warm light above.

Neyan’s face lit up instantly.

“Nice,” he grinned — and before Demir could react, he playfully shoved him.

Demir stumbled backward onto the bed with a dull thud.

Then—SLAM!

Neyan leaped, landing squarely on top of him, giggling like a mischievous child.

“Hehehe!” Neyan snickered, his digital eyes sparkling with mischief.

Demir, usually so stoic, cracked a smile for just a moment before he mockingly growled:

“You thought you could get away with that?”

He flipped Neyan over, tackling him back onto the bed. A soft thump echoed as the two engaged in a chaotic, playful skirmish — pillows flying, laughter ringing out, metallic limbs rustling against the soft sheets. It was the kind of laughter that felt rare, almost sacred — a brief spark of joy in a world weighed down by grief and survival.

Eventually, the play died down. Neyan let out a faint chuckle as his optics dimmed, Demir’s breathing slow and steady beside him. The glow from the ceiling softened to a muted amber.

And there amid the scattered pillows and quiet hum of the ventilation—the two companions drifted into a peaceful, dreamless slumber, the faint rhythm of their processors syncing in tranquil unison.