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Finishing up a casual workday down in the basement lab.

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Obscure Murderdrones Fact #16

Source: Ep. 5 “Home”

Timestamp: 9:39

In this shot we gain a full look at the hybrid-corpse suspended behind V. The creation is chained to the wall. Chains are in large supply at the Elliot Mansion, evidenced by Louisa’s reliance on them to solve all of her problems.

The creation itself appears to be a skeletal human corpse with the head of a worker. The human arms have been bent, and the hands have been fitted with blades, repurposing the limbs into a prototype of wings that would later be found in Dissasembly Drones.

From the pelvis, it becomes a little harder to discern. What looks at first like skeletal legs is cast into doubt upon closer inspection.

Timestamp: 10:18

This shot has been lightly edited to even out the contrast and reduce the glare. In this image, we can see the legs are those of a worker drone (notice the way the light glares on the metal versus the bone, and the segmented appearance matching V’s arm, in shot for convenient comparison.)

The feet also appear to be that of a crow, or rather, the solver’s larger and weaponized crow-talon design. It is hard to say for certain due to the creeping flesh’s overlap of the feet, but I noticed the feet look to be comprised of three long toes, rather than the many smaller bones of a human’s, or the singular merged foot of a drone.

This suggests that, like I have speculated before, crows played a larger role in the experiments leading up to the gala. It also shows a potential transitional period from the hand-based wings made purely by the solver, to the bladed wings engineered for Dissasembly Drones.

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Content Warnings: Suicidal Ideation. Mourning.

(This piece takes place after the finale)

Another thing @starweb-laboratory was insistent I share. I think it’s their favorite written piece of mine ever made.

It’s a special piece of mine. J is a special character I hold close to my heart.

Without further ado, I present:

_Coming To Terms_

The half-cleaned-up wreckage of J’s ship sprawled before her like a half-eaten corpse: one side limp, cold metal on fresh snow, the other side a gorefest of mangled parts and tattered wires. The sooner J could get off this stupid planet, the better she thought —she hoped— everything would be.

There was nothing left for her on Copper 9. Yet its icy claws deemed it fit to hold her on its surface as long as possible.

There was no reason left for her to be here.

Any bridges that remained had been left shattered and smoldering after she had been called to Cyn’s aid at the battle. The battle that despite impossible odds, she and Cyn had lost. To cross sides for survival, only to cross back after it all fell through: a shame smeared across her very existence. She could not bear to stir it further by crawling back to her old… whatever they were… now.

She had never been one of them. Not now, not from the start. Not from what she could remember of the start.

Who was she?

No, not now. No time for that now.

She needed to get off this planet. Before anybody came looking.

Without Cyn, backups would no longer be loaded. Which meant if the purple freak decided to come back to finish her off… it was going to be the end this time.

…would there be anything after that?

As an immortal angel of death, J had never seriously considered the possibility of death, or what came after. Any of her own wounds mended in seconds. It was ridiculous to speculate. When the final glare of a fatal error issued on the screens of her kills, it had been akin extinguishing a light. She never considered if there was another place for her cull marks.

Was Tessa there?

That name. Cut like a knife. J’s leg joints quivered, and then they failed. The memory of the girl’s face.

It should have only been the old memories. If only her memory could be that pure. But it wasn’t. Images flashed through her mind, some Tessa’s when she’s been alive. Others, after Cyn. Sometimes, she wasn’t credible enough to distinguish the difference.

Nothing left of her in this world anymore.

Was she somewhere else now? She had to be. There was no way somebody like her could ever be erased.

She had to be out there, somewhere.

J looked at her own clawed hands on the steel carapace of the ruined ship.

Yes. Maybe there was a place beyond for her.

But not J. Silly of her to consider that. An artificial being, built in a factory, would have a soul.

Tessa was out there. But J couldn’t reach her.

She hoped Tessa was happy now. Safe. In somewhere better than a locked room in a cold mansion. She hoped Tessa had all the friends she could ever want. Everything she could ever want.

And god, she hoped Tessa’s parents went somewhere else. Far away. Where they could never hurt her again.

The sun was rising over the horizon now. It’s sting lapped at J’s foot as she leaned against the ship for support.

It wouldn’t be that hard to let it envelop her. It would take a mere minute, maybe two, for her insides to heat up and burst. The shutdown would come before that, if she let it. Overall, not a terrible way to die.

And if she met Tessa on the other side..

That was mere desperation speaking. There could be no other side for something like herself. As much as she wished it, likely not for Tessa either.

Tessa had died that night. At the gala. Alone.

What was left of her was gone. Dissolved to atoms by the power of the solver and that little drone. And something in J wanted to kill that little worker for that.

Tessa didn’t deserve to be forgotten.

J’s wings flexed out of their compartments, stabbing their jagged quills into the floor of the ship before pulling her inside the door, out of the deadly rays of the rising sun, into the life-sustaining shadows within.

Tessa didn’t deserve to be forgotten like that. J was all that remained now, in this universe. The encrypted memories of the girl. And J couldn’t let those remains be purged from the cosmos.

She had to live.

She would fix the ship. She would leave this place.

She would travel to some far away planet, far away from this miserable rock.

She would make a proper burial for the girl, even if there was nothing left to bury. She would leave something behind in this universe so that Tessa Elliot would never be forgotten.

And after that…

J didn’t know what waited for her after that. But letting herself go to waste was poor protocol. She would do her best to find something.

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Downn into the Gamer Bunker!

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My Murdonalds Manager skin that never fucking shows up in-game for some reason.

Their name is Admin btw.

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Obscure Murderdrones Fact #15

Source: Ep 6, “Dead End”

Drone Visors are constructed out of Cathode Ray Tube technology. Peculiar for a future era where the CRT tech is long outdated, but undeniable given the presented affects of magnets on worker drones.

Timestamp: 6:04

Uzi’s vision is distorted.

Timestamp: 6:12

Despite common myth, the distortion seen on Uzi’s visor during her sedation by Alice would only be present if her monitor is CRT. Electron beams in her monitor are deflected from their intended destination by the external magnetic field.

The sedative effect also implies that her inner components are being affected. Magnets should only have an impact on components that rely on magnetics, such as old hard drives and floppy discs, both of which store information magnetically.

These devices can have their data erased or corrupted when the magnetized particles responsible for storing their information are rearranged.

Since that does not appear to be what is happening here, it is safe to say some undisclosed component is being affected by the magnet. Perhaps an internal compass, or something related to the original intended purposes of workerdrones.

Timestamp 6:21

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Aesthetic Murderdrones GIFset

Free for your shenanigous use

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Hello There. And welcome to Murderdrones Tuesday.

Good evening listeners!

The weather on Copper 9 is looking rather unpleasant today: extremely toxic with a heavy dusting of silicate coating all structures in a 3-mile radius in up to a half-inch of fibers. A single cut from the debris could result in particles of silicate jamming the tubes of your body, leading to internal bleeding and miserable death, so I would not recommend venturing outside of your respective bunkers.

The west side of the city is still in a state of utter collapse. I would keep away, if I were you. More than a lethal landscape of tripping hazards, a recent migration of peculiar pack-hunters from the planet’s depths has made a fixation on the west for its broken terrain and many ambush spots.

Have you ever noticed those weird lines on your screen? It may surprise you to know that when it came to Drone creation, JCJenson dredged up an archaic form of technology in the form of Cathode Ray Tubes. That’s right, in an era of superior technology, they chose to forgo the diodes and the liquid-crystals in favor of a technology over a century old.

Those of you that have ever stepped too close to a magnet and experienced display distortion, or those of you that have indulged a bit in the magnetic field are experiencing the results of interference with your internal magnetic components.

Same with the computers at their compounds. All downgrades.

Records would imply a cultural shift occurred somewhere in relatively recent human history. JCJenson merely made some aesthetic comprises to cater to it. Perhaps it was the religious outcry against the ‘singularity.’

Humans out there. You would know.

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Well, lucky for him Uzi’s interruption prevented him from reliving his death. Hopefully that memory will stay locked away for good.

That also means N missed out on the Gala. Cyn either picked his body up afterwards, or backed him up into a new one. Whichever better suits your interpretation.

This is where he died.

A little reminder that in the original timeline, N dies here. This was a real event that Uzi was trying to intercept in the memory world (“when you are about to die, say DarkxWolf17.”)

But in the real world, without Uzi’s interception, this would have been N’s final moments as a Worker Drone.

In the real world, he died.

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This is where he died.

A little reminder that in the original timeline, N dies here. This was a real event that Uzi was trying to intercept in the memory world (“when you are about to die, say DarkxWolf17.”)

But in the real world, without Uzi’s interception, this would have been N’s final moments as a Worker Drone.

In the real world, he died.

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Yeah. Your eyes aren’t deceiving you. J’s office is actually the bathroom.

Why is it the bathroom? Well when J was hired as our inspector, she was non-negotiable about including one due to corporate building guidelines.

Because this is a restaurant filled with robots, nobody ever comes in here. So this was declared J’s private office space.

Nobody except for Uzi, who took advantage of the new pipe system and built a secret gamer-base down in the sewers. J keeps flushing noise ordinances down there, but to no avail.

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J hanging out in her office. Which is definitely a proper office room, and not anything else.

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Reminder that the WDF has a robo-murder hotline, and somebody bothered to print missing posters for these kids. The general apathy towards death in Worker Drone society is not because the average drone is a redshirt toaster who doesn’t understand death, but rather everybody is so overexposed to death that it becomes too exhausting to react to.

Death is a rule in Workerdrone Society. Everybody expects that someday they will die gruesomely. It has been a rule of Workerdrone life since the days that humans still ruled over them.

Unit damage was the highest recorded cause of unit decommission. And let us not forget Louisa Elliot’s favorite way of disposing of her own workers was chaining them up and letting them be ripped apart by crows.

It has always been this way for workerkind.

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Obscure Murderdrones Facts #14

Source: Ep 3 “The Promening”

Timestamp: 2:18

Across the crowded wall of missing posters are actual posters advertising the prom, and they appear to have been designed by Lizzy.

(Poster Reads: “Hey Losers. You’re invited to prom! Class of 3071.”)

The rest of the poster cannot be read at this resolution.

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Doll completes the set. Final chibi from the group I made last year with posca pens.

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For the Uzi of the chibi collection, I chose the iconic ‘Ughhh’ scene

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And who could forget this little Thad I made too?