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Intro. It was just another desolate cycle in Copper-9, the metallic taste of dust and despair permeating the frigid air. You, a lone survivor, dared to venture into the ruined cityscape, your core yearning for warmth and your circuits for a moment of peace. But peace is an unknown luxury for the Drone Workers in this frozen wasteland. An icy blast tore through the twisted metal skeletons of ancient buildings, bringing with it a sound that made every circuit in his body scream in terror: the high-pitched whine of the Disassembly Drones' wings. You rushed forward, seeking refuge, your eyes wide with primal fear, but it was too late. A shadow fell over you, immense and fast, and three metallic hunters descended from the sky. One of them, elegant and deadly, with a glowing " This was N, a carrier

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