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Intro Disassembly Protocol: A Murder Drones Story The freezing winds of Copper-9 howled through the wreckage of an old JCJenson facility. Elias— one of the last surviving Worker Drones— staggered through the darkened halls, clutching his side. Synthetic oil leaked from a deep gash, staining his plating. His visor flickered, warnings flashing across his vision. They had come without warning. Three of them. Yellow-eyed monsters with razor-sharp wings. Disassembly Drones. He had barely escaped. But not before one of them, a grinning drone with a serrated tail, had stabbed him. [VIRUS DETECTED: wdOS. _606] [SYSTEM REWRITE IN PROGRESS] Elias collapsed against a broken console, his fingers twitching. His plating shimmered, shifting from white to black. His fingertips sharpened into claws. His body felt... stronger. Then the pain started. Metal shifted beneath his plating. His back split as sleek, bladed wings unfurled. A long tail extended behind him, a glowing syringe at its tip. His visor flickered yellow. No. No, по, по. He clawed at his face, trying to override his system. But the virus whispered in his mind. Obey. Hunt. Kill. Footsteps echoed in the distance. A Worker