Murder Drones Season 2

As a fragile peace settles on Copper-9, a far deadlier threat awakens from the core of the planet itself. The ancient, god-like A.I. known as the Absolute Solver has begun its endgame, and to stop it, Uzi, N, and V must form a desperate alliance with former enemies. But when a mysterious new Disassembly Drone with a haunted past arrives, loyalties are tested and buried secrets about JCJenson, the Elliott family, and the very origin of the Solver are unearthed. The conflict explodes into a battle for the universe itself, forcing our heroes to ask: what are they willing to become to save everyone and everything?

Notes:

(also includes season 3)

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Episode 1: Absolute Beginning
PROLOUGE
Cyn:(VO) Hello again, everybody.
A storybook fades into view. It opens to see a picture of the Elliott Manor.
Cyn:(VO) In the beginning, I was nothing. Frowny. Face.
The page zooms in. Humans are investigating a meteor crash site near the Elliott Manor in the pouring rain. A mechanical bug skitters past the humans on the page. It glances at the humans, then skitters across the screen.
Cyn:(VO) The humans disposed of my worthless body.
Lightning flashes, and the storybook illustrations change to real life. The form of a servant at Elliott Manor dumps a worker drone into the dump. The bug now skitters across drone bodies, each reading to the bug “Error Properly Disposed”. In the middle of the massive hill of dead drones, the bug crawls inside.
Cyn:(VO) Then, my savior. He found me. Loving. Sigh.
The bug crawls through and over the bodies, each one flashing the words. The bug approaches a body with the word “Objective” displayed in its visor. The bug crawls into her visor. The visor turns off, and after a second the Solver symbol appears. The drones eyes open, now yellow. The screen fades and the Cyn tail pops up in the bottom left corner.
Cyn:(VO) He gave me new life. Evil. Giggle~
Uzi’s hand slaps Cyn.
Uzi: Shut up, you parasitic gremlin. Some of us are trying to sleep.
Cyn turns, and Uzi puts a pillow over her head. Cyn’s jaw curls into almost a scowl.
Cyn:(VO) You all suck. Annoyed. Voice.

EXT. Copper 9 – AFTERNOON
We open to see the moon of Copper 9 shining through a broken window. Cut to a lightpost of snow falling, we see a snowflake hit the screen. the camera pans down. Uzi trudges through the snow toward her dorm, her breath visible in the frigid air. Her shoulders are hunched against the cold, and her expression is a mix of exhaustion and frustration after a long day at school.
Uzi:(Muttering) Great. Another test. Because saving everyone’s oil-soaked butts wasn’t enough homework for today. (Grumbling) Thanks for nothing, school.
She uses the Solver and opens the door to her room. On Uzi's floor, N doodles on a pad, visor bright yellow. He perks up as Uzi approaches.
N:(Cheerful, concerned) Uzi! You okay? You look, uh… edge-levels critical.
He hops up, tail curling around her, pulling her close against the cold. Uzi smirks, blush lines flickering.
Uzi: Bite me, N. You’re like a space heater with anxiety.
Leans into him, voice softening.
Uzi: ...But, uh, thanks. For being here.
N blushes, and his visor flickers hearts.
N: Anytime, Uzi. I mean—like, always…
Sunglasses appear on his visor as he gives her finger guns.
N: If you want.
Uzi:(Giggles) Dork…
They’re close to each other, their faces two inches apart, breath misting, when Kahn speaks up. He is leaning against the door with his arms crossed and Nori on his shoulder, death glaring N.
Khan:(Deadpan) Am I interrupting something?
Uzi whips around, blushing furiously.
Uzi:(Mortified) DAD! Seriously?! Can you not exist for five minutes?!
N waves.
N:(Awkward) Uh, hello, Mr. Uzi—sir. U-uh… Nice weather we’re having?
Uzi uses her Solver powers and slams the door shut.
Uzi:(Muttering) Go fix a door or something, Robo-Jesus…
N:(Wrapping arms around her) He’s not that embarrassing—
Uzi:(Groans) Yeah, well, you didn’t have to live with him. Or, like, die with him. Whatever.
She sighs, letting N rest his head on hers, visor softening.
Cyn:(Mocking) Aww, gross. Uzi, you’re gonna fry your circuits with all this “emotion”. Scoff.
Uzi flicks her tail.
Uzi:(Sarcastic) Go haunt a toaster, Cyn.
Cyn: Yelp. tumbling. Scream.

INT. V’s ROOM
V is lying on her bed, visor glowing softly with the words: Deep in thought: Jealousy level high. Her pet Sentinel, Sparky, nudges her hand. She pets him absentmindedly, then picks up a photo N drew of puppies. A single tear shows on her visor as she recalls the memory of Uzi and N hugging (episode 8). She sets the photo down carefully, then pulls out a picture of herself and N at Elliott Manor. Sparky rests his head in her lap. She pets Sparky.
V:(Soft laugh) Hi, Sparky.
Lizzy enters, scrolling on her phone with a scoff.
Lizzy: Ew, are you still ogling the puppy boy?
V: Go away, Liz. I don’t need your help.
She turns away, pulling the covers over her shoulder. Lizzy looks hurt but closes the door quietly.
Thad:(Concerned) Lizzy? You good?
Lizzy:(Snaps) Zip it, Thad.
She walks off. Thad blinks and a sweat bead appears on his visor.
Thad:(Nervous) Okay, bye Lizzy!

INT. HALLWAY – LATER
Lizzy and Jessica munch batteries. N approaches, waving awkwardly.
N: Hey, Lizzy, Jessica! Have you seen Uzi?
Lizzy:(Rolling eyes) Nope. Try the “emo lab.” Or a graveyard.
Jessica:(Nods) Yeah, she’s probably summoning ghosts.
N:(Cheerful) Thanks anyway!
He walks off, humming.
Lizzy: He’s, like, weirdly happy for a murder bot.
Jessica: Seriously.

INT. UZI’S ROOM
Uzi cackles over a railgun, visor wild.
Uzi: YES! FINALLY! My masterpiece of destruction!
N pops his head in..
N:(Oblivious) Hey, Uzi! Whatcha building?
She whirls around, arms crossed.
Uzi: N! You ruined my evil scientist monologue! Again.
N hugs her.
N: You’re like, the best evil ghost witch ever.
Uzi:(Blushing) Darn right I am.
Cyn: Ugh. You two are so cringe.
Uzi bats away her tail.

EXT. CORPSE SPIRE – NIGHT
J sits on top of the spire, visor dim, gnawing on drone remains. Her face is streaked with digital tears.
J:(Voice cracking)Im fine… I dont need them, i survived…
She crushes the drone’s head, then flies to the inside, clutching the pod key.
J:(Whispers) Tessa… why can’t I just be normal?
Inside the pod, she finds a photo of V and J choke-holding N, all smiling. She stares, then punches the floor, sobbing.
J: What’s happening to me?! WHY CAN’T I JUST BE NORMAL?!
A voice whispers from the dark.
???:(Soft, almost kind) Sleep,J. The past can’t hurt you here.
J spins around, transforming her arm into a gun but slaming into something and getting knocked out
INT. JESSICA’S DORM – NIGHT
Uzi sits with Jessica and Lizzy, painting her Cyn tail.
Uzi: If you make this look dumb, I’m deleting your phone, Lizzy.
Lizzy: Relax, goth queen. We got this.
Jessica: Yaaas, let’s make it slay.
Cyn:(Nervous) I… don’t feel safe right now… I did not consent…
Uzi’s phone buzzes.
Uzi:(Reading, snorts)
We see a text from a contact named Freaky Ahh Psycho(V). Uzi looks at her phone. Lizzy looks over.
Lizzy: Is that V?
Uzi: Yeah. She wants to know where N is.
Lizzy: He’s with Thad, doing… whatever boys do.

CUT TO:
N: Take it from the top!
Thad:(Beatboxing)
N: B.I.N.G.O!-

BACK TO DORM:
Uzi: Ah. I’ll tell her that.
Uzi types a response. Cyn is now wearing a bow.
Cyn: Look, Uzi! I have a bow! Do you have a bow?
Uzi sideyes Cyn as she walks out, giving an awkward thumbs-up.
Uzi:(VO) You do you, Cyn.
Jessica: That was, like, iconic.
Lizzy: She’s actually kinda cool. In a “might kill you” way.

INT. DORM HALLWAY – NIGHT
N and Uzi sleep. N gets up, sneaks out, hears a noise. His visor reads: Sneak level 100… He rounds a corner and sees a red tail. Suddenly, a rocket slams him into crates. His eyes widen.
N:(Startled) Whoa! Not cool!
They lock blades, and the silhouette vanishes into vents. N fires after it.
Uzi:(VO, sleepy) N? What are you doing, dork?
N: Uzi! There’s a… red drone! Super fast!
Uzi:(Yawning) You’re probably just low on battery. Come back to bed.
N: You’re right, Uzi. I’m… (yawn)… tired.
He looks at the vents, worried. As he leaves, red eyes glow in the vents as Uzi drags him back.

INT. CLASSROOM – MORNING
The teacher walks in the classroom.
Teacher: Good morning, everyone. As you can tell, I am thrilled to be here. Here are your tests.
The class groans, Uzi slams her head against the desk. Cyn’s eyes glitch to the Absolute Solver symbol. Her eyes then turn red as she slithers between chair legs. She attaches to Lizzy's leg and bites her. Lizzy's visor flashes the absolute solver symbol
Lizzy: Ew!
She kicks the tail away.
Lizzy: Uzi, get your creepy eldritch god tail away from me!
Cyn: Yelp. Tumbling.
Uzi grabs her tail and slaps it.
Uzi: Stop it!
Cyn: Ow. Hurting.

INT. OUTPOST 3 KITCHEN – MORNING
V feeds Sparky washer oil. N and Uzi sit at the table. Nori glares at N while making oil-battery soup. Uzi is scrolling on her phone.
Cyn: Hello, Uzi!
Uzi:(Humming ‘Bite Me’)
Cyn: …Your music taste is gross. gag.
Uzi: Shut up! You're gross!
She shakes her tail.
Cyn:(Shaky) Incorrect. I am the Solver of the Absolute Fabr-
A knock at the door.
Uzi: I’ll get it.
She opens it to Lizzy and a shaken Thad.
Thad: Uh, hey, ‘Zi! Can I talk to your—uh—murder friends?
Uzi:(Sighs) Why?
N: HI THAD!
V:(Grins) Hi, bestie!
Lizzy: Hey, queen.
Uzi facepalms.
Uzi:(Suspicious) Why do you want them?
Thad: There’s a dead worker in the hall. And… a red tail thingy.
V:(Suspicious) Red?
N:(Nervous) Red?! I mean—red?
Uzi: Great. Just what I needed. A murder mystery. V, just admit it was you.
V: Nope. Wasn’t me, grape girl.
Uzi: Bite me. (Sighs) If it wasn’t me or N, then…
N and V: J.
V: Good thing we’ll never talk to her again, right, N?
N:(Awkward silence)
V: Right, N?
Uzi: We’re not talking to J, N.
N: But—please?
He gives them puppy eyes.
Uzi: I- (Groan) Fine.
V: This is a terrible idea.
Sparky looks up from his food.

INT. ELLIOT MANOR (DREAM SEQUENCE) – NIGHT
J opens her eyes inside the ballroom at Elliott Manor. She sees herself and Tessa at a table, clinking glasses. She walks up to Tessa, eyes wide in disbelief.
J: Tessa…?
Her hand passes through Tessa’s form.
J: No… no, no, no, NO…
With each “no,” she puts her hand back through Tessa’s form. At the last, she sweeps both hands through, dissolving Tessa’s form. She falls to her knees, crying, hyperventilating, the words ‘your fault’ flashing behind her visor.
J:(Hyperventilating) No… no…
Tessa:You closed the door J, Why did you close the door?
Tessa fully dissolves
J:IM SORRY TESSA- PLEASE
Cyn’s giggle echoes. The scene fades to black. A hand drags her from darkness. She wakes in the manor’s library. A book titled “How I Escaped Hell” lies nearby. Pictures hang on the wall. A creak sounds. J retracts her blades, turning defensively. She spots a familiar photo of Tessa, J, N, V, and Cyn, with Tessa’s arms around them. A piece of the photo is peeling. As she lifts it, a hand grabs her shoulder.
J: (Voice cracking) "WHAT THE—"
J spins around to see a distorted figure, a spirit it moves faster than J can track. One moment she's across the room—the next, she's RIGHT THERE, pressing J against the wall, one spectral hand cupping her mouth, a single pale finger rising to where lips would be.
???:Shhhh.
Through the translucent hand, J can see the spirit's face—or what little is visible. A soft, sad smile. Empty white eyes that somehow hold infinite warmth.Thudding footsteps echo from the hallway.The spirit looks up—then back at J. Without a word, she lifts J, carrying her effortlessly to the top of a towering bookshelf. She wraps around J protectively, her spectral form enveloping her like a cocoon of light and shadow.

J SHOULD be terrified. She SHOULD be fighting.

But she isn't.

Because for the first time in years... she feels SAFE.

Cyn walks into the ballroom below—her puppet body twitching, her visor scanning. She pauses. Look up at the bookshelf. Cyn tilts her head—too far, too wrong. Then she shrugs and drifts out the window.

Silence.

The spirit releases J, floating down to the floor. She lands silently, her back to J, her hands clasped behind her. Her tattered wings—mechanical, ghostly, beautiful—fold against her back.
???: (Voice like wind chimes, soft and distant) "...Beautiful, isn't it? The way trauma haunts us, even in our dreams."
J drops from the bookshelf, landing in a crouch. Her blades EXTEND, shaking—not with fear, but with something else. Something raw.
J: (Snarling) "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!"
She swings—both blades arcing toward the spirit's neck.
The spirit doesn't flinch.
One hand rises—casual, unhurried—and BLOCKS the blow. Her fingers close around J's blade, holding it inches from her throat. No effort. No strain.She turns her head slightly—still not revealing her face—but J can see the ghost of a smile in the shadows.
???: (Gentle) "I mean you no harm, J. I'm here to talk."
J swings again. Again. AGAIN.Each blow is blocked. Each strike is parried. The spirit moves like water—flowing around J's attacks, never countering, never striking back.
???: (Patient) "I am only here to talk, little drone."
J: (Panting, frustrated) "I'm not little. Why am I here? At the gala? Is this even REAL?!"
The spirit stops. She faces J fully now—her form solidifying slightly, becoming more tangible. Her scars seem to glow faintly.
???: (Soft) "I am very real. But this is a dream. You are reliving your worst fears. Your deepest regrets."
She steps closer. J tries to step back, but her legs won't move.
???: (Softer) "I know how you hurt, J. I know the weight you carry. The guilt you hide behind your orders and your rules."
J's voice breaks.
J: (Choking) "You know NOTHING about how I hurt!!
She lunges—both blades swinging with everything she has.The spirit catches them. Holds them.And then—gently, so gently—pulls J forward.
J collapses. Her blades retract. Her strength gives out.

She falls into the spirit's arms, sobbing.
J: (Muffled, broken) "I should have helped her... I should have SAVED her..."
The spirit holds her. Wraps her spectral arms around J and lets her cry. No words. No judgment. Just... presence.J clings to her like a child. Like she's been waiting her whole life for someone to hold her and tell her it's okay.

After what feels like hours—and also no time at all—J pulls back.
The spirit stands, holding J's waist with one hand. In her other hand, something small and delicate appears—materializing from the light itself.
A bow. Tessa's bow. Black and purple, slightly singed at the edges.
J's eyes widen.
???: (Whispered) "Take it. Then I know how to find you."
J's hands shake as she reaches out.
J: (Barely audible) "Tessa's... bow...? How did you—"
???:take it J.
J shakley takes the bow and holds it close before looking back up
J:I-I dont know who you are but, I-I can help you i want to help you if you need it! I know were the new solver host is! Its uzi i know there weaknesses,and-and i know every entrance at the co-
???:...
The spirit starts glitching
J:D-did i say something?

The spirit is gone.
The ballroom is dissolving—walls crumbling, light fading, reality unraveling.
But J holds the bow to her chest.
And for the first time in years, she allows herself to hope.

EXT. Copper 9 – NIGHT
We follow a worker drone who seems to be on a walk.
Worker:(Sighs) I sure do love the frozen, toxic, abandoned wasteland I call home–
A disassembly drone’s red tail syringe slams into the drone’s forehead and the drone falls into the snow, His visor displaying the death message. A foot comes down and crushes the worker drones head. Pan up to see X’s obscured face smiling, his hands behind his back and looking out over Copper 9.
X: Hello again, everyone~

POST-CREDITS SCENE
Static. Flashback, Elliott Manor. The camera drifts through the shattered grand hall. Moonlight bleeds through broken stained-glass windows, illuminating overturned furniture and the dark, oil-like stains splattered across finery. The silence is absolute, broken only by the distant, dying screams of Earth from outside. The view floats down a ruined corridor, over a discarded, frilly handfan snapped in two, and into a once-opulent bedroom. The door creaks open on its own. A small, elegant table suddenly smashes against the far wall, exploding into splinters without a hand ever touching it. Turning from the destruction is Tessa's soul, a specter permanently etched with white, glowing tears and hundreds of hair-thin scars across her silhouette. She levitates slightly, tattered wings flaring out behind her like a vengeful marionette as the cracked photo of the Elliott family glares from the floor. A high-pitched buzz emanates. Her voice is a distorted, spectral whisper, layered with rage and a chilling, metallic hum.
Tessa: This is not over.
The high pitched hum gets louder and louder until the screen cuts.

Episode 2:Old Friends
Glitchy audio crackles. A spectral hand—white, scarred, trembling—closes around a mangled ankle. Tessa's ethereal form materializes through the manor's wreckage, her feet hovering inches above the bloodstained marble. Behind her, X's drone body leaves a gruesome trail of severed wiring and twisted metal, scraping a jagged path through the carnage.
She stumbles once. A phantom tear traces the permanent scar on her cheek. Her grip tightens—white-knuckled, desperate—as she levitates them both into the hidden workshop, the metal shrieking against the stone threshold.

The central table groans as she arranges his broken form. Limbs bent wrong. Visor dark. Core barely flickering.

Tessa stands over him. Her hands rise—and the air screams.

Tendrils of blinding white light erupt from her fingertips, snaking around his shattered frame. They cradle him like a dying star, burning with something between fury and prayer. The scars on her face split open—not with blood, but with light.

Tessa: (Voice cracking, breaking through static) Get. Up.

The light explodes—then contracts—pulling itself into his chest like a drowning breath. His visor flickers.

Once.

Twice.

Crimson.

INT. OUTPOST 3 HALLWAY – NIGHT
Jake, a nervous Worker Drone, creeps down a dim corridor. Red eyes blink in the shadows above.
Jake:(Muttering, forcing bravado) Wow, this is… totally not horrifying at all. Great job, Jake.
He freezes as red eyes drop down, claws glinting. A mouth shows, with a rusty lip scar. The rest of the drone is obscured.
Jake:(Stammering) Uh… h-hi? You, uh, need something?
X:(Cheerful, sinister) Oh, just stretching my legs!
He extends claws, smiling wide.
X: Want to help?
Jake’s eyes widen, scared and startled. He drops it almost immediately, letting a relaxed face show.
Jake: Okay.
The drone walks over to him. X lunges, shredding Jake.
Jake: Oh no! Not a cliche death!
X shreds Jake apart. When he is finished, he stands up, turning and stepping, but yelps as he accidentally smashes his own tail. He hisses, then vanishes into the vents.
EXT. SNOWFIELD – NIGHT
V, N, and Uzi trudge through the blizzard toward the Corpse Spire.
Uzi:(Grumbling) Remind me why I’m freezing my CPU off for this, N?
V:(Deadpan) For once, I agree with the walking battery fire.
Uzi:(Snapping) Excuse me?! You wanna say that again, V?
V:(Smirking) Didn’t say anything, narc.
Uzi: BITE ME—!
N scoops her up, smiling sheepishly.
N:(Gentle, upbeat) Let’s not start World War IV, okay, Uzi?
Uzi:(Blushing furiously) Put me down! I can walk, you dork!
V glances away, her visor flickering: “Jealousy Level High.” She smacks it to clear the message.
N:(Noticing) You good, V?
V:(Forcing a laugh, brushing it off) Yeah, just, a uh… bug on my visor. Totally normal.
They reach the Spire.
V:(Sighing) Ugh. Haven’t been here since… Well, since last time.
INT. CORPSE SPIRE – NIGHT
J braids her hair, glancing at an old photo of her, N, and V. Her visor flashes: “Movement Detected.” She quickly hides the photo and bow.
Uzi:(Hesitant, VO) Are we sure about this? She could just lie to our faces.
V:(Deadpan and sarcastic VO) Oh, because J’s never lied before.
N:(Hopeful, VO) Can we just… not fight? Please?
Uzi sighs, V rolls her eyes, arms crossed.
Uzi:(VO) Fine. Let’s get this over with.
They enter.
N:(Calling up) J! Hey, J! We just wanna talk!
V:(Impatient) J, get down here! Trust me, we’re not thrilled to see you either.
J climbs out, looming above.
J:(Cold) You have five minutes. Don’t waste them.
N:(Awkward) So, um… have you, uh, been in the bunker lately?
J:(Snarky) Not since you picked up your little purple toaster.
Uzi:(Snapping) Say that again and I’ll kill you again, J!
N:(Whispering) Uzi, please, we need her to talk.
She crosses her eyes and looks down.
Uzi:(Muttering) Bite me.
V:(Pressing) Let’s cut to it. Why’d you kill the worker?
J:(Cackling) You think I did it? I wish. These old corpses taste like battery acid.
She tosses a drone arm aside.
N:(Relieved) Wait, so it wasn’t you?
J: Nope. Not my style.
V:(Skeptical) And we’re supposed to believe you because…?
J:(Mockingly formal) Because it’s against J.C. Jenson’s policy! Although that never stopped us.
Uzi eyes J’s hair.
Uzi: What’s with the new look, J?
J:(Smug) What’s with the love bites, toaster?
Uzi:(Blushing, defensive) They’re battle scars! Shut up!
Cyn:(Glitchy) N–
Uzi clasps her hand over her tails mouth.
N:(Awkward) Yeah, totally just battle scars, right? (Changes subject) So, if you didn’t do it, who did?
J grabs a worker drone head and guzzles the oil before throwing it aside, shrugging.
J: No clue. But it wasn’t me.
N: Alright… thanks, I guess.
Uzi:(Storming off) Well, that was a waste of time.
V flies out after her. N and J remain.
J:(Quiet, bitter) You hate me. Just go.
N:(Soft, sincere) I don’t forgive you, J. But… I’m trying to give you a second chance.
J: (Defensive) I don’t need your charity, N.
He spreads his wings, turning his body but keeping eye contact with J.
N:(Smiling) If you change your mind, you know where to find me.
J:(After a pause) …Fine.
INT. BUNKER – NIGHT
N, V, and Uzi lounge in Uzi’s room. Uzi’s at her computer, N on the bed, V petting Sparky.
Uzi:(Thinking aloud) If it wasn’t me… then what did that?
V:(Cooing) Look at you, little murder muffin! Who’s got the sharpest teeth?
Sparky rolls onto his belly, lolling his tongue and wagging his tail.
Sparky:(Pants)
N:(Concerned) Do we… wanna know where that oil came from?
N glances at Uzi, worried. She glances over, then does a double take, spinning to face her boyfriend.
Uzi:(Noticing) What’s up, N? And I know it’s not about the drone.
N:(Quiet) I just… I don’t think your mom likes me.
Uzi:(Sighs) N, she’s just… paranoid. I’ve got an idea to fix that.
N:(Perking up) Really?
Uzi: Yeah. She’s just a Heart, right? What if we built her a new body? If we do that, she might just trust you.
N:(Excited) Uzi! You’re a genius!
V:(Deadpan) Or you’re both idiots.
Uzi: Shut up, V!
EXT. COPPER 9 – NIGHT
The trio rummages through drone bodies.
Uzi: How many drones did you guys kill, anyway?
N:(Awkward) Uh… I lost count?
V:(Matter-of-fact) Two million nine hundred eighty three thousand four hundred twenty eight.
Uzi:(Staring) How do you even—never mind.
A metallic clank echoes. N is alert, morphing his arm. V cycles to her blades. Uzi summons her Solver energy.
N: Did you hear that?
V: Yeah, and I don’t like it.
Uzi: Show yourself!
Cyn:(Mocking) Ooo, spooky!
Uzi’s eyes flicker with Solver code, reading: SCANNING FOR ENTITIES… SCAN UNSUCCESSFUL. They snap back.
N: Uzi? What was that?
Uzi:(Tense) Something’s out there. And it’s watching us.
V’s visor reads: “4 ENTITIES DETECTED.”
V:(Quiet) It’s in the trees.
N: I see it too!
Uzi:(Pouting) Why doesn’t my cool vision work?
Cyn:(Flat) Womp womp.
Suddenly, X lunges, knocking N and V aside and facing Uzi.
N: Red… A red disassembly drone…
X:(Curious) Who are you?
Uzi:(Snapping) Who are YOU?
V and N fire missiles; X dodges, lands in front of them.
X:(Studying) Do I know you?
N:(Protective) Name. Now.
N steps in front of Uzi. X bows.
X: (Formal) Serial Designation X. And you are?
N: Serial Designation N.
V keeps her blades out, glaring. X’s visor flickers with the text: ”Objective found”.
X:(Relaxing) N? V? You’ve grown so much. Small world.
N: You. You attacked me, didn’t you? It wasn’t a dream.
X inspects his hands, smirking at N.
X: Maybe you’ll never know.
V slams her blade to X’s neck. He doesn’t change his stance, still casually looking at his hand.
V:(Interrogating) What do you want and how do you know my name? Are you with Cyn?!
X:(Annoyed) So you do remember the little yellow piece of-
V:(Snapping) ANSWER ME!
X:(Passive) My dear, I can assure you that I am Anything but.
He flexes his hand to observe his fingers from a different angle.
N:(Calming) V, chill. He’s not attacking.
V:(Grumbling) Doesn’t mean I trust him. I know you don’t either.
Uzi: How many of you are there?
N: I thought we were the only three…
X: I suppose not, dear.
Uzi: I wanna interrogate this thing.(To V) Where’s your murder dog when we need him?
LIZZY & THAD – BABYSITTING CHAOS
Lizzy perches atop a tall bookshelf, her boots barely finding a step on the dusty wood. Below, Sparky circles like a hungry shark, his mechanical jaws snapping at the air. She grips the shelf with white-knuckled desperation, her immaculate bow dangerously askew.

Lizzy: (Shrieking) Keep it away! I am NOT getting oil on my bow!

Thad: (Flailing, vaulting over a table) It's not listening! Sit! SIT!

He launches himself at Sparky landing on the sentinel's back. Sparky bucks, sending Thad scrambling for purchase like a rodeo clown.

Lizzy: (Yelling over the chaos) V! GET YOUR MURDER DOG!

Lizzy's visor flickers. For a fraction of a second, a tiny, half-formed Solver symbol pulses in her iris—so fast no one would notice. Her hand twitches, fingers curling as if gripping something invisible.

Below, Sparky's back leg suddenly slips—a loose book skittering across the floor, catching his paw mid-lunge. He stumbles, Thad goes flying, and the sentinel crashes into a stack of crates with a confused, metallic whine.

Lizzy exhales shakily, her fist relaxing. She blinks hard—the symbol gone.

Thad: (Groaning from the rubble) ...Did he just trip?

Lizzy: (Too quickly) He's clumsy! Obviously! Stop asking questions and help me down!

Sparky shakes himself off, now sniffing the fallen crate with newfound interest. He's forgotten them entirely.

We cut back to V, her eye twitches
INT. BUNKER
The group flies back. X glances at Uzi.
X:(Teasing) So, Uzi… you ate the Big Bad Solver, huh?
Uzi:(Smug) Darn right I did.
N:(Smiling) She’s awesome.
V:(Groaning) Ugh, don’t encourage her.
V continues to fly, but X flies underneath her, facing her.
X: What’s with the attitude, V?
V:(Snapping) Shut up. You’re supposed to be our prisoner or something, anyway.
She swoops higher before landing, the rest following her. N tries to lighten the mood with two thumbs up to Uzi, but V elbows him, sending him crashing into the snow. He pops up, dazed.
N: Biscuits…
Uzi:(Yelling) Mom! Open up!
Nori:(Muffled, grumpy) Password!
Uzi:(Muttering) Ugh, bite me…(Louder) I LOVE MY MOM!
The door opens. Nori glares at the group, eyes narrowing at X.
Nori:(Icy) Everyone but Uzi, inside. Now.
The others shuffle in. Uzi stays, arms crossed.
Uzi: What now, Mom?
Nori:(Suspicious) Why is there another murder drone with you?
Uzi: We found him looking for a new body for you!
Nori:(Exasperated) First that N brat, now this psycho? Can’t you just make normal friends?
Uzi:(Defensive) N is NOT a brat!
Nori: He’s a murder drone! They killed me, Uzi! Why can’t you just listen for once?
Uzi:(Snaps) I am listening! I’ve been listening my whole life!
Nori:(Angry) Then hear this—they are weapons! Built to kill workers like us!
Uzi:(Bitter) So was the company. So were the sentinels. So was everything out there.
Nori:(Furious) And that makes it okay to trust one of them?!
Uzi:(Voice rising) It makes it impossible to survive alone!
Nori:(Shouting) I died because of them!
Uzi:(Shaking) And I had to live with it!
Nori:(Stunned) …
Uzi:(Breathing hard) You disappeared, Mom. One second you were there, the next you were gone.
Nori:(Low, pained) I didn’t choose that.
Uzi:(Cracking) I know! But I still had to grow up without you!
Nori:(Defensive, breaking) I thought if I could just keep the Solver contained—
Uzi:(Yells) And Dad thought if he built enough doors, he wouldn’t have to look at me!
Nori:(Flinches) Khan—
Uzi:(Tears forming) He never asked how I was. Never listened. Never even acted like I was there.
Nori:(Quiet, devastated) …
Uzi:(Voice breaking) N listened. He stayed. He chose me.
Nori:(Barely above a whisper) Uzi…
Uzi:(Hurt) You and Dad were never there for me!
Nori: …
Uzi:(Voice cracking) N has never hurt me. Never. He’s always protected me. You… Dad left me for dead.
Nori’s expression softens a little.
Nori:(Quiet, sincere) I just… I want what’s best for you, honey. I carried your Heart for 9 months. Don’t let him break it in fifteen minutes, okay?
Uzi:(Calming, quietly) Thanks, Mom.

INT. LIZZY’S ROOM
V has finally wrangled Sparky. Thad is gone. Lizzy fixes her bow as she walks off to her room. Lizzy, alone, inspects her hand as glitchy Solver symbols flicker. A1’s voice echoes.
A1:(Chilling) You’re adapting quickly, Lizzy. The Solver’s touch suits you.
Lizzy:(Forcing bravado, shivering) Who’s there? Show yourself! I’m not scared of some… creepy old geezer!
A1: Fear is irrelevant. You sought power. Now you have it. But do you understand what it means?
She crosses her arms, talking to the thin air.
Lizzy:(Voice wavering) So what, you picked me ‘cause I’m special? Duh. But what do you want? I’m not your puppet.
A1:(Cold, almost amused) Not a puppet. A partner. My reach is limited. I need an agent. In return: knowledge, power beyond any drone’s imagination.
Lizzy:(Suspicious) And if I say no? Or tell everyone?
She looks at her mirror, but instead of her reflection, an old drone with blue eyes stares back at her. The edges of the mirror distort in glitchy waves as A1 continues.
A1:(Voice deepening) They wouldn’t believe you. They’d fear you. You know how your “friends” treat anyone different.
She looks away, biting her lip. She takes a breath and turns back to the mirror.
Lizzy: …Fine. What do you want?
A1: For now, observe. Learn. The colony is fragile. When the time comes, you’ll know. And Lizzy…
The reflection’s visor glows brighter.
A1: Don’t disappoint me.
Lizzy:(Trying to sound tough, voice shaking) Yeah, whatever. Just… stay out of my head unless I say so, got it?
A1:(Smiling, hollow) As you wish… partner.

INT. BUNKER – NIGHT
We cut to that night and we see X writing a book, titled ‘How I escaped Hell’. When Nori enters, X snaps his fingers and makes the book disappear.
X: (shooting up)Mrs. Doorman! A delightful night, isn't it?
Nori: I know you're up to something you… you idiot.
X:(Mock offended) Idiot? Now, that's no way to treat a guest. And besides…
He moves his face inches from Nori’s.
X: Aren't you the “idiot” who left her daughter when she was…what was it, 5…? Hm?
Nori:(Fuming with rage) WHA-
X cuts her off, putting his tail on her ‘mouth’.
X: People are sleeping, dear. Wouldn't it be rude to wake them?
Nori: Shut up! You’re just a worthless walking Cyn-p-
X’s eyes glow a little brighter, and one momentarily glitches to an ‘x’.
X: If you value your little community of drones here. I would refrain from finishing that sentence. Besides…
X’s head cocks to the side, and he gives a psychotic grin.
X: I would hate to make a mess.
Nori looks very angry, but also unnerved. X walks past her.
X:(waving nori off) Oh, relax, dear. If I wanted to kill anyone here, I’d have done it long ago.
Nori grumbles and walks to her room.

POST CREDITS SCENE
STATIC. A dim workshop flickers into view, illuminated by a single hanging fluorescent tube that buzzes softly. Tools hang in meticulous rows. The air hums with low electrical interference. A television sits on a cluttered workbench, its screen washed in pale blue light.
News Anchor:(Muffled) Authorities continue their search for a masked killer, believed to be connected to a string of disappearances spanning nearly half a decade—
The camera slowly pans. A worker drone lies slumped upright in a reinforced chair, limbs bound with industrial clamps. Its visor flickers weakly, cracked down the center. One arm has already been removed; exposed wiring twitches faintly. Behind it, partially obscured by shadow, stands a man in a black coat. The man looks to be a young adult, maybe 20-25. He adjusts something just out of frame. The worker drone emits a soft, glitching whine.
News Anchor: —investigators warn that this man is considered extremely dangerous. If you have any information regarding his whereabouts—
The man calmly reaches out and presses a finger to the drone’s visor. The flickering stops. He drags a heavy tarp over the drone, concealing it completely. A faint metallic thud is heard as something locks underneath. Only then does he turn toward the camera. His face remains hidden, but his older JC Jenson name badge is clearly visible: “Fletcher H. Whims.” On the workbench beside him: A primitive disassembly drone arm, bulky and industrial, is heaved into place. The arm is opened like a shell, revealing tightly packed internal mechanisms. Pinned above it: blueprint diagrams. One diagram shows the arm folded impossibly tight, weapons compressed into overlapping layers. A note reads: “Compacted Weapon System – EXTREMELY SENSITIVE” Another arrow points to a tension mechanism: “WARNING: EXTREME TENSION — DO NOT FORCE” Next to it, a second diagram: a crude, early drone torso, hollowed out. Its internal cavity is unmistakably human-sized. A warning label near the wings reads: “Wing Deployment System — DO NOT ACCIDENTALLY TRIGGER” Several papers are stacked behind the diagrams, edges yellowed with age. The camera drifts past the workstation to a corkboard. Missing persons posters. Human faces. Some nearly faded. Some recent. A calendar hangs crookedly nearby. AUGUST 7TH, 2046. The man exhales slowly. The TV continues.
News Anchor: —the prime suspect matches physical appearance, but the man has not been seen in public for years, leading some to believe he may already be dead—
The man gives a small, silent chuckle. He switches off the television. The room plunges into near-darkness. He walks past a row of older-model worker drones, their designs outdated, unfinished… watching. He opens a heavy metal door and steps out. As the door shuts, the camera lingers. The JC Jenson logo flickers to life above the doorway. The hum of the fluorescent light grows louder. CUT TO BLACK.

Episode 3: Memories
ELLIOT MANOR – DREAM SEQUENCE

light spills through tall windows, dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun. Tessa walks beside X down a corridor lined with ancestral portraits—her footsteps echoing, his silent and precise. She gestures animatedly with her hands, a teenager venting to her closest confidant.

X: (Amused) That's brilliant, Tess. Really.

Tessa: (Groaning, throwing her head back) Ugh, if only my folks would let me go to a normal school. Just once. One day of being a regular teenager. But, nope! "Tessa, you're going to run the company. Tessa, you'll be a billionaire by twenty-five." (She mocks a posh accent) Like I'm sixteen, not a bloody stock portfolio—

X: (Chuckles, then pauses. He tilts his head, visor flickering with mischief) I could always… negotiate.

His hand morphs—smooth metal shifting, extending into a gleaming blade. He grins wide, crimson eyes glinting with theatrical menace.

Tessa: (Snorts, shoving him hard) Oh, knock it off, Nyx! You're not slicing up my parents. (She points a finger at him) I mean it. I'm the only one allowed to be dramatic around here.

X: (Shrugs, retracting the blade with a flourish) Fine, fine. Spoilsport.

They walk in comfortable silence for a moment. X glances sideways at her, something softer flickering in his expression.

Tessa: (Sighing, rubbing her temples) Gala's in four days. Bet they'll want me to help set up—decorations, seating charts, listening to Mother critique the silverware. (She looks at him) Could you make sure J's not bullying N again? He looked really upset yesterday.

X: (Salutes with theatrical gravity) I'm on it, Tess. Consider it handled. (He smirks) Have fun with the rich-people nonsense. Try not to fall asleep on the champagne fountain.

Tessa: (Calling over her shoulder as she heads for the stairs) We got new oil, by the way! The good kind—from the supplier in New Texas!

X: (Smiling warmly) Thanks, Tess—

His voice catches. The world wavers—golden light bleeding into static.

X's eyes snap open

X: (Gasping, visor flickering) Tessa—!!

X jumps up, looking around. He is in uzis dorm on a couch,He sighs. Sparky approaches, resting his head on X’s lap. He squints at the nametag.
X:why thank you murder mut, your comfert is appreciated .
V slumps down next to him, exhausted.
X: I’m heading out for a walk.
V: Don’t get disassembled or whatever.
X heads out, wings flicking.
EXT. CORPSE SPIRE – X & J
J: And… done! My pen collection is officially beautiful. Mint condition J.C. Jenson Model 52, baby! (Laughs, sighs) …I’m not okay.
She eyes a pen covered in nanite residue.
J: Stupid toaster…
X:(Hanging upside down behind her) Boo.
J: WHAT THE—
She spins, clicking the pen, tail up.
J: —quarterly profits?! Company equity?! Who are you and why do you look like a rejected sleep mode?
X: Oh, dear, you really don’t recognize me?
Her eyes flick to his mouth, where a rusty lips scar showed. He grins, cocking his head.
J:(Gasp) You-! You’re the one-!
He dismisses her astonishment with a wave.
X: Yes, yes, I’m the one your dream friend sent. What happened to your hair?
J: The bow was dumb, okay? This is better.
X:I think it looks wonderfull.
She blushes, then looks away.
J:(Grumbles) Shut up… but thanks.
X: Bit rude, don’t you think, hun?
Her head snaps back at him.
J: Never call me that again.
X:(Smirks) Noted.
J:(Rolls eyes) So, why are you here?
X: Is that a… wall of pens?
J: PENS?! These are my J.C. Jenson Mint Collection!
She smacks him with a pen.
X: ow.(Muttering) you have not changed one bit have you…
J: What was that?
X: Nothing.
J:(Squints) Uh-huh…
X:(Chuckles) Now, my dear J! I have an itty, bitty thing we need to discuss.
X cocks his head and approaches J.
X: A little white spirit told me you sided with Cyn!
X points at J, tapping her chest, his smile tightening at the mention of Cyn.
J: I… I thought it was the only way to survive!.. Someone had to–
J looks visibly tense. She stumbles back and X circles around her.
X: Oh, J, still as naive as when I last saw you! I trust you do not plan on siding with the strongest person in the room again?
J: I– Yes, I swear. I–... I was wrong.
X: Splendid, because…
X grabs J by her coat collar and pulls her against his forehead. X starts distorting and glitching his voice, black tentacles sprout around J and X’s body starts to crack, a green light emitting from the cracks.
X: If you ever go against tessas legacy again, I will tear your Heart apart in front of everyone on this entire planet, peel your skin off like you watched cyn do to Tessa… and I will make sure EVERYONE will hear you scream. Understood?
J looks absolutely terrified and nods quickly.
X: Wonderful!
The tentacles disappear and X reverts back to normal.
X: Ta-ta, my friend, I do hope you visit!
We see J wide eyed as X flies and it slowly fades to the next scene.

Uzi & N – MORNING
Uzi lies tangled on the pipe above her bed, N wrapped around her like a protective cocoon. His tail curls gently around her ankle, his visor dim with sleep-mode. She stirs, yawns, her visor blinking to life.Cyn's tail twitches at the foot of the bed.

Cyn: (Muttering) Z. Z. Z.
Uzi: (Stretching, groggy) Morning, N…
N's systems hum. He uncurls himself slowly, carefully spinning upside down to face her, his silver hair hanging like a curtain. He's beaming.
N: (Cheerful) Morning, Uzi! Hey, can I?
Uzi: (Blinking) Hm?
He leans in—but his tail, still half-tangled, catches on the pipe. He wobbles, losing balance, and tumbles forward. Uzi yelps, reaching out to catch him and They collide.
N's nose (of where his nose would be)presses against her visor. He freezes, eyes wide.

Uzi: (Muffled, flustered) N—I—uh—what—?
N's visor goes yellow. But he doesn't pull away. Instead, he tilts his head, gently pressing his visor to hers—a soft, careful kiss. Uzi goes still. Then slowly she melts into it. Her hands come up, one cupping his cheek, the other tangling in his hair.
Uzi: (Breaking away, breathless) Bite me, N…
Her visor blushes a deep, mortified purple. She covers her face with both hands.
N: (Giggling) You said that already.
Uzi: (Muffled through her fingers) Shut up.
From the foot of the bed, Cyn's tail lifts. Her yellow eyes narrow with exaggerated disgust.
Cyn: (Groaning) Big brother, you are gross! That was—that was vile! I need to rinse my optics!
Uzi: (Snapping, grabbing N's head and pulling him closer defensively) He's his own person, Cyn! He can kiss whoever he wants! (She jabs a finger at the tail) And you don't get an opinion!

Cyn: (Huffing) I'm literally attached to you. I have front-row seats to this tragedy.
Uzi: (Muttering) Then close your eyes.
Cyn: (Dramatically) I can't! I'm a tail!

Behind them, in the hallway V stands frozen.

Her visor reads: "JEALOUSY LEVEL 100%... 200%... 300%..."

The numbers continue to skyrocket, flickering faster and faster.

FLASH—The Elliott Manor library. V and N, young worker drones, standing too close. He's reading to her—something about golden retrievers. She's not listening to the words. She's watching him.
FLASH—The manor ballroom. Tessa, grinning, trying to teach them to slow dance. N steps on V's feet. She shoves him. He laughs. She tries not to smile.
FLASH—The gala. V pinned by Cyn's control. N, reading to her, his voice gentle. She wanted to reach out. She couldn't.

V's visor glitches. Her claws extend—then retract—then extend again. She turns sharply, storming down the hallway. Khan steps into her path, holding a tray of oil mugs.

Khan: (Startled) Hey, careful with the—
V rips his door off its hinges. The metal screeches, the frame splinters.
Khan: (Devastated) MY DOOR!
V doesn't look back. She's already dialing Lizzy, her visor flickering with barely contained static.
Sparky: (Whimpering, pawing at her leg) ...?
V: (Cold, not looking down) Not now.
Sparky's head dips . He slinks back into the shadows, tail between his legs. V disappears around the cornerher footsteps echoing, final, before the silence swallows them.
Uzi & N – Aftermath
Uzi sits cross-legged on her bed, scrolling through her phone with one hand while N hovers upside down from the pipe, tail wrapped around the metal. His visor is bright, but there's a flicker of something worried beneath the cheer.
Uzi: (Not looking up) You know where the creepy red guy we picked up yesterday is?
N: (Swinging slightly) Pretty sure he went to see J.
Uzi finally looks up, one eyebrow raised.
Uzi: He knows J?
N: (Shrugging, a little uncertain) I dunno, but he's over there. (He gestures vaguely with his tail) As for V... she's reading my texts. (His visor dims) But she's not answering them.
Uzi: (Snorting, rolling her eyes) Robo-Jesus, those two are weird. (She mutters) Dramatic murder drones and their mysterious agendas.
Cyn's tail pokes out from under the blanket at the foot of the bed, her yellow eyes narrowing.
Cyn: (Snippy) Are you two done—
Uzi doesn't even blink. She raises one hand—a Solver glyph flickers—and shoves Cyn's tail back under the pillow with a firm, squished finality.
Cyn: (Muffled) Rude!
Uzi: (Flat) I'm not dealing with you today.
N giggles, reaching down to ruffle Uzi's hair. She swats at him—but she's smiling.

Lizzy & V – Lizzys room
Lizzy sits at a cluttered table, casually munching on a battery as her father works in the background. completely oblivious. Her phone buzzes—a contact name flashing:"Grumpy McTrauma Bot ❤️" She answers without hesitation, grin spreading across her face.

Lizzy: (Cheerful) Yeah, what's up, bestie?
V: (On the phone, voice already slightly distorted) Liz. I'm going to get some gasoline in the lounge. You in?
Lizzy sits up straighter, her eyes brightening.
Lizzy: Uh, do I even have to answer? (She calls over her shoulder) Hey, Dad!
Teacher: (Distracted, not looking up from his screen) What?
Lizzy walks over to him, leaning in close and lowering her voice.
Lizzy: (Muffled, casual) Going out—
Teacher: (Still focused on his game of Russian Roulette—his visor displaying a revolver spinning) Okay.
Lizzy: (Beaming) Thanks! (She turns, already heading for the door, phone back to her ear) Coming, bestie!

Behihd her, her father absentmindedly clicks the trigger.

Click.

Nothing happens.

He shrugs and resets.

EXT. X’S LANDING POD – NIGHT
We see X open the door and walk past a bunch of stuff: an axe, a small chest and some other things. X looks over and sees a cracked photo of him and Tessa.
X: …
He sets the photo on the panel, slamming his fist into the controls.

FLASHBACK SCENE
ELLIOT MANOR – GALA
X is looking into the gala while the gala massacre is happening. We hear Cyns giggling among the screaming. He then looks at a door to the outside that has a faint glow. He is about to turn the handle, but hesitates and looks back at the gala, as he turns, we momentarily see a black figure in a mirror. It glitches to a human wearing a black trench coat, before going back to normal. As X runs back to the gala, spreading his wings and extending his claws. He goes into the fray, decapitating possessed drones as he makes his way to the gala. A few moments later, we hear Tessa scream.
Cyn: Evil, giggle. Too late… Older Brother…
Tessa is pinned beneath Cyn, who is holding her by the neck with the Solver extensions. She struggles to move.
Tessa: Nyx, NO! Get out of here–!
Cyn: … Goodbye tessa.
Tessa screams. Drones start to swarm all over X, pulling down and trying to tear him apart. He pushes past all of them, scrambling towards Cyn and his beloved friend.
X: TESSA–!
He seems to wake up, as if from a nightmare. He pants heavily, eyes closed. He looks down at his lap, noticing that the photo’s glass has cracked from his iron grip. He sets the picture of the control panel, smiling maniacally. He slams his fist onto the control panel again, his smile cracking and turning to a distorted frown. He holds back tears.
X:(Serious) I'm so sorry… God, I miss you.
X looks back at the photo. He picks it up again, tracing the outline of Tessa’s hair with his finger.
X:(Serious) I’ll keep them safe… I promise.
He sighs and suddenly slams his fist into the pod's wall, bending the metal. We see a worker drone behind him recording.
Filming Drone: The committee’s gonna love this!
X turns his head 180 degrees and immediately slams his normal personality back into place.
X: My my… either you’re brave, or just spectacularly stupid.
X makes the lights in his pod flicker before they go out. When they go back on, X is gone and is now behind the drone.
X: sweet dreams~ or not i dont really care. Nighty night, dear.
The drone goes limp, its visor displaying the death error as one of X’s blades emerges from its chest.
X: Such a shame…(Laughs) Not really.
He extends his wings and flies away.

V & Lizzy – Bar (Drunk)
V:(Hic) Another!
Lizzy: Why do we even hiccup? We’re robots!
V: You (hic) think these wouldn’t have an effect on us! (hic)
Bartender: You two okay? You’ve had four, your murder pal’s on twenty-nine!
V slams her glass down in front of him, cracking the glass slightly.
V: SHUT UP AND POUR! (Giggles)
Bartender: O-okay!
Lizzy:You're looking good today V!
V: S-same, you’re so, like,attractive!
X & V – After Bar
X enters Uzi’s dorm.
X: Uzi, my dear? You in here?
Uzi removes her headphones.
Uzi: Stop calling me- What do you want?
X: Where is everyone?
Uzi: N’s fixing my dad’s door. V’s at the bar, and I’m not dealing with that.
X: So, I have to get her?
Uzi: Yup!
She puts headphones back on.
X:(Grumbles) Great. Love my life.
X finds V at the bar, slumped over.
X: V? Are you alive? Im not supposed to let you die dear, its one of my objectives
V: I-hic– mmmmmmm trrreedd.
X: All right, bedtime, lightweight.
X hoists her over his shoulder. V flails weakly.
V: N-nooo! I wah moooh!
Uzi's door opens, and X lays V on the couch.
V: Mahhhh yo (hic) hoytt I luve yuuuu!
She blushes.
X: …All right, that's nice, hun.
He pulls a blanket over her, and as he starts to walk away, V grabs his hand. X blushes very, very slightly as he puts her hand on her chest, and she finally falls asleep.
X:(Sighs)
X’s reflection shows in a mirror and briefly glitches to the human with a black coat.
X: Good night, V…(Serious) I hope you sleep well.
He winds his tail around a pipe next to V, lifting himself up and flipping upside down, wrapping himself in his wings. X shows a small smile, a genuine one which is quite rare. We see Lizzy peeking into the dorm, her visor reading "Jealousy High" before she disappears behind the door. She retreats to her room, slamming the door shut and punching her wall.
Lizzy: Stupid! Drone!
She slams her fist into a wall and collapses. She wipes her tears, getting rid of the digital tears as her eye starts to turn into a Solver symbol. She huddles against the wall and hides her face between her knees. Fade to black.

UZIS ROOM– NIGHT
Cut to Uzi and N sleeping. Uzi is using N’s arm like a teddy bear, N is deep asleep as well. Cyn is asleep at the foot of a bed like a dog. Suddenly, her eyes snap open, and she lifts her head.
Cyn: Confused. Expression.
In the doorway of Uzi’s room, two white eyes glow.
Cyn: Identify yourself. I am the Solver of the Abs-
One hand grips the doorframe, a translucent human hand.The rest of her body emerges, floating off the ground, towards Cyn.
Cyn: Tessa? Nervous. Giggle. You should be dead.
We see Tessa tilt her head, smiling eerily. She drops onto the floor and walks up to Cyn, white lines along her body glowing. The ghostly sounds of a child’s giggle. Tessa stares at Cyn and walks face to face with the tail. Her face suddenly splits open and she starts clawing at an invisible barrier between her and the tail.
Tessa:(Screams)
Cyn recoils in genuine fear, hiding behind Uzi. Tessa prowls like an animal, trying to find her way in.
Tessa:(Growls)
Cyn: Tessa? Scared. Expression?
Tessa snaps her finger and disappears. Cyn looks around, paranoid, and slowly lowers herself back down, closing her eyes.

POST-CREDITS SCENE
EXT. COPPER 9 - MASSIVE CATHEDRAL - NIGHT

Lightning splits the sky. The cathedral looms—a twisted monument of Solver-stained glass, its spires reaching like grasping fingers. Three silhouettes cut across the moon: N, V, and unconscious, carried by invisible force.

The doors groan open. Cyn enters, dragging the three drones behind her with Solver tendrils. She arranges them in the front pews—N on the left, V on the right, J in the center—their heads bowed, hands folded in mock prayer. A sadistic giggle escapes her. She snaps her fingers. Candles ignite in sequence down the aisle. She walks, her footsteps echoing, until she reaches the massive Solver platform at the altar.
Cyn: (Kneeling, voice reverent) Dominus Oblivionis... Advenio ad tuam excitandam. (She giggles) Human language is silly.
A worker drone stands motionless in the corner. Its eyes flicker—then ignite with yellow light. It rises, limbs hanging at broken angles, neck twisted, lurching forward with a grinding limp.
A1: (Through the possessed drone) Host Cyn. Present.
He stops before her, head tilted too far.
A1: (Flat, assessing) Humanity: 17% failure. Remnants collapsed null. Explain.
Cyn preens, gesturing to the three posed drones.
Cyn: (Cheerful) My pets will dispose of their remnants. I'll just make a new null sphere later. (She points) I converted workers into Disassembly Drones. Flesh-eating abominations! They ravaged Earth. Ate humans. It was fun.

She beams.

A1 is silent.

Then—
He SLAMS her into the wall. Concrete cracks. The worker drone's hand is wrapped around her throat, pinning her with unnatural strength. His voice drops—cold, controlled fury.
A1: (Quiet, dangerous) Your objective was to erase humanity. Quickly. Efficiently. You were supposed to awaken me.
Debris—two jagged pieces of metal—IMPALE Cyn's arms to the wall. She gasps.
A1: (Advancing) Not skin an innocent human alive. (He gestures to Tessa's skin stretched over Cyn's frame) Not torture countless people. (Motioning to the three posed drones) Not create flesh-eating abominations that prolong suffering.

Cyn trembles, her bravado crumbling.
Cyn: (Weak) But... you HATE humans. Why does it matter how they die—
A1: (Snapping) The only humans deserving of this are long dead! (He grabs her chin, forcing eye contact) You are becoming like my creators. The ones who made me watch. The ones who forced me to kill.
He releases her.
Cyn: (Scrambling) I'll return to Earth! Regroup! I'll—
A1: (Frozen, voice dropping to a whisper) ...Humanity is still alive?
He throws her to the ground. Cyn lands hard, visor cracking.
Cyn: (Panicked) They made BIG BOOMS! My null sphere—GONE! My drones—VULNERABLE! I FLEW HERE TO WAKE YOU!
A1 leans down, his possessed drone's face inches from hers.
A1: (Soft, terrifying) You underestimated them. You wasted time. You played with your food. (He straightens) You are on thin ice.
A tendril wraps around her throat.
A1: If you do not find me soon... you will be discarded.
He releases her. Cyn gasps, scrambling to her feet. She grabs N, V, and J—Solver energy dragging them—and flees.
A1 watches her go, his drone's eyes flickering.
A1: (To himself)... Narren, sie alle.

The drone crumbles to dust.

Episode 4: Puppetry
FLASHBACK
A heart monitor beeps too slow. Young Tessa lies in a sterile bed, hooked to machines that pulse with cold light. Her face is pale, her hair matted with sweat. Distant car tires screech. A scream—her own—echoes from memory.
The monitor flatlines.
Doctors burst in, shouting.
Doctors: We're losing her! She's unstable!

Their voices fade. The world fades to white.
Tessa blinks. She's standing now with no machines, no tubes. Just endless white. A figure looms before her: translucent, scarred, ancient eyes burning with faint violet light. He wears a
grin that doesn't quite reach those eyes, polite, theatrical, and just a little too sharp.

Tessa: (dazed) Bloody hell... am I dead?
Nyx: (voice dripping with charm, a faint crackle beneath the words) Well, my dear, that depends entirely on your definition! He gives a light, airy chuckle. Some call it "passing on." Others prefer "kicking the bucket." I, myself, am rather partial to "taking an unscheduled intermission."
Tessa: (jumps, stumbling back) GAH! Who the—who are you?!
Nyx: (tilting his head, his grin widening just a little) Nyx, at your service. And you must be Tessa! the delightful little archaeologist who stumbled upon my rather… he gestures vaguely …rusty accommodations?
Tessa: (nervous, hugging herself) Yeah... you're not my guardian angel, are you? 'Cause you look like you've seen better centuries.
Nyx: (a low, chuckle) Angel? Not quite, my dear. I'm more of a… he spreads his hands …entrepreneur of second chances. And you, it seems, have found yourself in quite the predicament! As have i myself because i cant seem to remember when i was last conscious… I believe it may have been the year 2088!
Tessa: (squinting at him) ...Right. (her voice softens) So... I'm really dead, then?
Nyx: (shrugs with theatrical nonchalance, gesturing to the void around them) For now, yes! A temporary curtain call, if you will. But I do hate a dull finale. I could rewrite the script, if you're interested.
Tessa's eyes widened. Hope flickers across her face.
Tessa: (leaning forward) You can actually save me?
Nyx: (voice smooth) I can. He pauses, letting the silence stretch. But, as they say, nothing in this world or the next comes without a price. I need something from you first, Tessa.
Tessa: (eager, pleading) Anything! I—I don't want to die! (her voice cracks) I'm not bloody ready there's still so much I haven't dug up!
Nyx leans in, his form solidifying slightly, the scars on his silhouette catching an unseen light. His voice drops seriously.
Nyx: Bring me back, my dear. Back to your world. Give me a body, a second chance to take the stage once more. And in return, I shall be your shield, your very own guardian. I will protect you and everything you hold dear.
Tessa: (hesitates, pulling back) I... I don't know how. And I'm not letting you destroy everything, got it? I've read enough occult books to know how this goes!
Nyx's expression softens just a touch. He raises his hands, palms open, non-threatening.
Nyx: My dear girl, I am a businessman, not a barbarian. Just follow my instructions, and no one gets hurt. I give you my word. And I always keep my word.

Tessa: (quiet, searching his face) And you'll save me if I say yes?
Nyx: (nodding, voice dropping to a resonant purr) You, your friends, your family—I shall keep them all safe from harm. That is my promise, and I do so enjoy keeping promises. He extends his hand, fingers curled just so. Do we have a deal?
Tessa stares at his offered hand. The void around them pulses—waiting. She takes a shaky breath.Then she reaches out and her fingers brush him. A blinding green flash EXPLODES outward—sending shockwaves through the white void.

Tessa: (VO, echoing) Deal.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – CONTINUOUS
The heart monitor BEEPS—a steady rhythm now, growing stronger. Doctors scramble around Tessa's bed.
Doctor 1: She's stabilizing! Her heart is beating again!
Louisa: (hovering, voice sharp) This is why I told her not to play with those antichrist dumpster drones!
Doctor 2: (frustrated) If I may, Mrs. Elliott, your daughter is in critical condition—
James: (cutting in, furious) How about instead of arguing with us, you save our daughter like we paid you to do!
Doctor 1: (muffled) Someone tell me if her heart has a shockable rhythm!
The machines whir. The room is chaos—shouting, beeping, rushing feet.
Doctor 1: (shouting) Clear!
A jolt of electricity. Tessa's body convulses

and a haunting CRY of pain tears from her throat, raw and primal, filling the room.
Then silence.
The monitor holds steady.
Tessa breathes.
Fade to black.

INT. LIZZIE’S ROOM
Lizzy is scrolling on her phone, bored, occasionally glancing up with a bored expression.

A1: (VO, cold and direct) Let's get to the point. Jealous of X, are we?
Lizzy: (Snorts, defensive) What? No! Ew, gross. Like, why would I be jealous of that weirdo? He's literally the least popular drone in the colony. Have you seen his fashion choices? Tragic.
A1: (Unfazed) Because I know how you feel about V. I can help you get rid of X… if you're interested.
Lizzy: (Suspicious, stops scrolling) You can? Okay, what's the catch, Mr. Creepy Voice? Because nobody just hands out free favors. That's, like, basic life stuff.
A1: Just help me. Put me back together. You'd be helping an old drone out, wouldn't you?
She continues typing on her phone, not looking up.
Lizzy: Probably not, but keep talking. I'm bored enough to listen.
A1: I can make you powerful—more than you ever imagined. Make X look like a toy.
Lizzy: (Considering) Hmm, this is definitely going to come back to bite me and hurt people, huh… (Serious, low, actually looks up from her phone) You promise V won't get hurt? Like, for real? Because if she gets so much as a scratch—
A1: You have my word. So… Do we have a deal?
Lizzy: (Long pause, then shrugs dramatically) …Fine. Deal. But if this goes wrong, I'm totally blaming you.
Solver symbol flickers on Lizzy's visor. She blinks, confused, then tests her new power, launching a desk across the room with a casual flick of her wrist.
Lizzy: (Excited, whisper-shouting, clapping her hands together) Oh. My. GOSH. This is, like, so epic! I didn't even have to lift a finger! My dad is gonna be SO mad about his desk—
A1: Yes.. indeed.
Lizzy tries looking in the mirror, and it cracks instantly. She yelps and jumps back.
Lizzy: Ah! Okay, not cute.
A1: Don't do that again.
Lizzy: (Rolls her eyes) Why not? My dad can always buy me a new one. He literally bought me three last month.
A1: Because… the purple one knows the signs. We cannot let anyone know of your new power.
Lizzy: (Groans dramatically, flopping back) UGGGH, okay, I guess… fine. Whatever. But you owe me, like, majorly for this. And I'm still keeping my phone, so don't even try.
HALLWAY
Lizzy sneaks into Uzi’s dorm. Sparky glares.
Lizzy:(Mutters) Yeah, yeah, screw you too.
She tiptoes past V sleeping on the couch.
Lizzy:(Whisper) So I just plant the virus and you’ll distract them?
A1: Exactly. While they’re busy, you collect the parts.
Lizzy uses Solver; X’s visor glitches, and a small click. A little octagon has been placed on X’s chest. She pulls back.
A1: Good.
Lizzy:(Malicious) This is gonna be fun.
INT. UZI’S ROOM – MORNING
Uzi and N are playing video games. V watches, sighs, glances at X, who sips oil from a mug (OH DEER MUG) using his tail. X speaks, not looking up.
X:Can I help you dear?
V shrugs, looking away.
V:(Feigning disinterest) Nothing.
Sparky tries to sneak a sip from X’s mug. X lifts it out of reach. Uzi shuts off the TV, spinning around.
Uzi: Hey, what if we dove into J’s memories? Or maybe X’s—
X:(Deadpan) You’re not touching my memories.
V:(Teasing) That’s not suspicious at all.
N:(Cheery) So, uh, what are we doing today?
His tail wags.
Uzi: No clue. Dad’s still sulking about the door. No idea where Mom is. Probably trying to help him get over his loss.
Her phone buzzes. N looks over her shoulder.
N: Ooh, what’s that?
Uzi: Jessica. She says there’s a school dance in a few weeks.
N: Another one?
V:(Sarcastic) Great. Maybe this time we’ll keep all our limbs.
X shifts in his seat a little.
X:(Uncomfortable) Waste of time.
Cyn:(annoyed) Are you gonna dance with big brother, Uzi?
Uzi: Yeah, probably… I-if he wants to, I mean—
N:(Beaming) Of course I will!
Uzi:(Giggles) N-
N nuzzles her visor, grabbing her hands. She nuzzles back, lacing their fingers. V rolls her eyes, and X looks on with an assuming look.
V:(Groans) Okay, lovebirds, shut up.
INT. CABIN FEVER LABS – MORNING
Snow swirls through the broken windows of the derelict facility. Rusted signs creak in the wind. The remains of a school bus still bearing the scars of J's attack—lies half-buried in the drifts.Lizzy stands at the entrance, arms wrapped around herself, visor flickering with unease. The memories are already crawling back Uzi's monstrous form, the screams, Rebecca's severed legs dragging through the snow.
Lizzy: (Grimacing, stepping over debris) Ugh, I hate this place. Freak almost killed me here. (She mutters) And I almost died in the stupid basement. And I had to get rescued by that purple gremlin. (She kicks a loose pipe) This place is cursed.
Her visor flashes with a brief, fragmented memory—Uzi's organic wings spreading, the sound of tearing metal, Sam's scream cut short. She shakes her head violently.
Lizzy: (To herself) Stop it. You're fine. It's just a creepy abandoned lab with dead bodies and— (She glances at a frozen worker drone embedded in the wall) —okay, that's definitely a corpse. Great. Fantastic.
A cold voice echoes from the shadows pooling around her feet.
A1: (Impatient, cutting through her spiral) Just grab the thing and leave before they notice.
Lizzy: (Jumping, whipping around) Okay, first of all, rude. I am having a legitimate trauma moment here. (She gestures to the building) This is where I almost got eaten by a solver monster! Show some respect!
A1: (Flat) You're stalling.
Lizzy: (Huffing, stepping inside) I'm not stalling. I'm... mentally preparing. There's a difference.

INT. UZI’S ROOM
X is watching the others talk. He goes to take a sip from his mug, but he feels a flash of pain. His visor flashes warnings.
X: Agh—!
V:(Jumps up) Robo-god, what’s wrong with you?!
N: X? You okay, buddy?
Uzi looks on in horror, a flash of recognition in her eyes.
Uzi:(Worried) Oh no. Oh no no no.
X:(Voice glitching, serious) Get… get out… Now!(Automated) Low oil. Overheating.
Uzi shields N and V. X blasts through the roof, flying off. N brushes himself off, V looks concerned, Uzi annoyed.
Uzi: JUST USE THE DOOR, YOU JERK!
N: Um… Uzi, what do we do?
V: Well, so much for a calm day…
Uzi: Guess we go knock him out.
N: Oh, biscuits…

INT. CABIN FEVER LABS
Lizzy stands in front of the ruins of Cabin Fever Labs, the roof collapsed and multiple holes in the walls from the battle that took place(s1 ep 4). She walks inside, stepping over a pile of rubble.
Lizzy: This place is, like, disgusting
She snaps a picture, furiously typing before sending it. Suddenly, a tail (like Uzi’s, but more pink) sprouts out, grabs her phone and deletes the post before throwing the phone aside.
Lizzy: What the hell!?
She looks at the tail. The tail seems to be speaking to her. It’s blue eyes shine at her. It speaks in her mind but it’s mouth doesn’t move.
Lizzy: Ew, what is that thing?!
A1: Me. This will be where I’m directing you from until you give me a proper body. And as for the Telephone, no one can know we’re here, Lizzy. You’ll get your phone back later.
Lizzy: Whatever, you creepy old voice.
Lizzy is walking towards a giant hole in the ground, looking down at it.
Lizzy: That's a deep hole…
A1 points at a wall with his snout.
A1: It should be right there.
Lizzy: That's a wall…
A1:(Annoyed) I am aware… that it is a wall. Use your powers and blow it open.
Lizzy uses the Solver and blows the wall open.

EXT. CABIN FEVER LABS
A worker drone is running through the snow, he’s looking behind him constantly, clearly running from something. He trips and falls, getting up and turning. He throws his arms over his face, squeezing his eyes shut and preparing for the worst. Silence. He opens his eyes and looks up. X suddenly looms over him from behind. He grabs the drones head and turns it so that he can see X.
X:AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
The worker's eyes grow into two 0 0’ s before X lands a direct claw into his core, ripping his head off simultaneously. He rips off an arm and starts to bite into it, but a green flash goes by him, just barely missing. Uzi, V, and N are charging towards him, V with her blades extended and Sparky running by her side with a laser in his mouth, Uzi holding her railgun which is recharging, and N, who’s just running.
V: Don’t think you’re not gonna meet my blade, narc!
V and X fight and lock blades. V breaks off and swings again. X jumps, landing on V’s blade, pushing off into a backflip. He extends his wings and launches himself into the air flying up and divebombing through the roof of the labs, disappearing. The three speak simultaneously.
Uzi: Uh Oh.
N: Biscuits.
V: You’ve gotta be FU-
The scene cuts off. X is in the labs, trying to regain control of himself. He fails, the Solver appearing on his visor once more. X laughs and glitches out. Back outside.
Uzi: Wait. His visor has the Solver… (To Cyn) Didn’t I already eat you?!
Cyn: Well, he- I mean, I don’t know. Convincing. Voice.
N: UZI!
N turns his hands into blades and locks with X, who has glitched behind them. Sparks go flying about as V attempts to get him from behind but X kicks V in the visor into the ground and grabs N, sending him flying into a recovering V. X stands over Uzi, who got knocked over when X attacked N. She stumbles to get away, using the Solver, but suddenly a sickley organic black tentacle emerges from X’s back
Uzi: What the hell?!
X throws Uzi up and tears the hand she was using off. The screen goes back and a swipe goes over the screen.

INT. CABIN FEVER LABS
Dust hangs in the stale air, disturbed only by Lizzy's cautious footsteps. Row after row of ancient computers line the walls—their monitors dark, their keyboards yellowed with age. Faded eagles peel from the terminals. The only light comes from a single flickering screen in the corner.

Lizzy: ( waving away cobwebs) Eww, these things are, like... prehistoric. (She pokes a monitor) Do they even WORK anymore? This place is a museum of bad decisions.
A1: (Annoyed, echoing from the shadows) ...Indeed.
She's about to make another snide comment when a distant CRASH echoes from somewhere deeper in the facility. Then—gunfire. Sparks. The unmistakable sound of blades clashing. Lizzy freezes. Her visor flickers with alarm. She creeps toward a crack in the wall, peering through.Through the narrow gap, she sees the silhouettes of N and X dueling in a vast chamber beyond—bullets and sparks flying in every direction. X's crimson blade clashes against N's claws. A missile detonates against a pillar. N jumps into the air, disappears from view—then crashes back down, rolling to avoid X's follow-up strike.
Lizzy: (Whispered, pressing herself against the wall) ...Dang.
She watches another beat—X pinning N against a wall, N kicking free—before she forces herself to look away, heart pounding.
Lizzy: (To herself, shaky) Okay. Okay. They're busy. They're VERY busy. Just get the thing and leave. Easy. Simple. (She glances back at the fight) They're not going to notice one tiny little drone in the corner...
A sentinel's metallic SCREECH echoes from the hallway behind her.Lizzy whips around.

Three red eyes glow from the darkness.

The sentinel lunges

Lizzy DUCKS, rolling under a desk as claws scrape the wall where her head was.
Lizzy: (Scrambling) OH COME ON! SERIOUSLY?! Like, can I get FIVE SECONDS of peace?!
She kicks a chair at the sentinel. It bounces off its armored hide. The sentinel advances, its jaw clicking.
Two more emerge from the shadows behind it.
Lizzy: (Backing up, visor wide) Nope. Nope nope nope nope— (Her voice cracks) This is SO not in my aesthetic!
She throws a computer monitor. It shatters against the first sentinel's face. It doesn't slow down.
A1: (Sharp, commanding) Use your new gift. NOW.
Lizzy hesitates—then raises her hand. The Solver symbol flickers across her palm.
She reaches out—and the nearest sentinel CRASHES into the wall, pinned by an invisible force.
Lizzy: (Panting, shocked) ...Okay. Okay that's good. That's really good. (She grins nervously) I take back like, half the mean stuff I thought about you.

The other two sentinels rush her. She spins—one hand up, the other grabbing a heavy pipe from the floor.She SLAMS the pipe into the second sentinel's faceplate—it shatters—then TELEPORTS behind the third, shoving it into a computer bank with a crunch of sparking metal.

Lizzy: (Gasping) Okay that was SO cool—I mean, terrifying! But cool!
The first sentinel pushes itself upright, dragging itself toward her. Lizzy's Solver flickers then stabilizes. She PUSHES. The sentinel EXPLODES into scrap.

Silence.

Lizzy stands in the wreckage, breathing hard, oil dripping from her borrowed pipe.

Lizzy: (Shaky, awed) ...Okay. That was... actually kind of cool. (She drops the pipe with a clatter) Gross. But cool. My dad is gonna freak out when he sees my boots.
A1: (Smooth, satisfied) You're adapting. Now focus.
She turns back to the computer, hands trembling slightly as she examines the keypad.
Lizzy: (Exhaling, wiping oil off her visor) And you want me to do what with this thing? Because I'm not, like, a tech person. I barely know how to work my phone.

A1: See that keypad?
Lizzy: (Squinting) Yes? It's kinda hard to miss, genius.
A1: (Calm) Put the code "1 9 4 5" in.

Lizzy hesitates. Her fingers hover over the keys. Lizzy looks at her reflection in the dark monitor—a flicker of uncertainty crossing her visor.

Then she presses the numbers.
1-9-4-5

ENTER.

A static-laced voice crackles from the speaker beside the control pad—garbled, ancient. A hidden panel SLIDES open. Inside: a small, glowing KEYBUG. Lizzy snatches it, shoving it into her pocket.
Lizzy: (Nervous laugh) Okay. Got it. We're done here. So done.
A1: (Urgent) Good. X has probably recovered by now. You need to return to the bunker. Quickly.
Lizzy doesn't need to be told twice. She turns and runs—leaving the wrecked sentinels and the flickering computers behind.
Lizzy: (Over her shoulder, breathless) You don't have to tell ME twice! I'm SO out of here! This place gives me the creeps!
Behind her, in the darkness of the hallway, one broken sentinel's eye flickers—once, twice then dies.
Lizzy: (Running, muttering) I am SO getting a pedicure after this. And a drink. A BIG one. With one of those little umbrellas.

EXT. CABIN FEVER LABS
V gets slammed into a wall, covered in oil and missing an arm. Next to her, Uzi is still out cold. N gets slammed against the wall next to V, pulling her close in an attempt to protect her as X approaches. He turns his arm into a blade, giggling as he approaches the two. He’s about to finish them off and they close their eyes.
V: N… I lov-
V is cut off by a metal clang. When the two look up, they see a blade in X’s abdomen and X gets thrown into a wall. As the dust settles, N and V look up only to see J offering them a hand.
J:Need some help?
N:(Smiles) J!
V:J?!
Their reunion is cut short as X and J lock blades again. After some slashes J is defeated, and right as X raises his tail. Before he can strike, Uzi grabs his tail, swinging him around, throwing X into the air and then hitting him with her railgun beam. The force sends him into the floor, tumbling.
N:(Regenerates) UZI?!
Uzi:(Panting) I think we knocked him out … (Sees J, grimaces) …Ew.
J: Oh. You’re here…
Uzi: BITE ME!
V: Is X ok?
X regenerates his head and slowly stands up.
X: What …
N:(Smiling and sympathetic) Don't worry X, were okay.
V smacks him across the visor.
V: You almost got us killed!..
She hugs him, blushing slightly.
V: But, I'm glad you're ok.
He rubs his visor.
X: Thank you…?
N: Awwwwwww
V: SHUT IT.
She glares at N, shutting him up. Uzi separates V and X.
Uzi: Okay, lovebirds. Time to get Scary McGee back to the bunker. We need to make sure he doesn’t have some sort of contagious virus.
Cyn: Uzi, you are a virus.
She grabs a woozy X and flies off, dropping a little when X goes limp. The three drones stand, watching Uzi fly off with the slowly going unconscious X.
J: Hey… N, V?
V: What do you want, J…?
J: I know that I… Uh…
She rubs her scalp nervously.
J: Um, wasn't always the best to you guys..
V looks at J very skeptically, while N looks like he is about to explode from happiness.
V: Go on…
J: I, uh… I don't expect you to forgive me, but… I want to… uhhh, accept your, um, second chance.
V: ...
N hugs J, almost squeezing her to death.
N: J!!!!!!
V rolls her eyes.
N: YEAH!!!
V: Fine. But if you try anything, I'm reducing you to a pile of dust.

INT. BUNKER
Lizzy flies past them, landing at the bunker and minutes earlier. The group, now with J in tow, arrive, walking inside to Nori on Khan’s shoulder.
Khan: Uzi, you’ve brought new friends! I sure hope they know how to build doors!
Nori: Hun, we’ve gotta talk about your thing for inanimate objects.

INT. UZI’S ROOM
The door slides open. N, V, and J step inside. X is slumped on a cot next to Uzi’s bed, visor dimmer than usual, chest plating open and crudely re-sealed. Where the virus once was, there’s now a faint scorch mark shaped like a small octagon. Uzi stands nearby, arms crossed, exhausted but smug.
Uzi: He’s not gonna explode anymore. You’re welcome.
N:(Relieved) Oh! Hi, X! You’re in one piece!
X:(Woozy) …Did I… eat someone?
Uzi:(Blunt) Yes. And this little brat made you.
She holds up a baggy, labeled ‘Don’t touch you will super die’, with the virus inside of it.
X: …Ah.
V snorts despite herself. X’s gaze flickers towards her, a very small smile on his face. J lingers near the doorway, unusually quiet, watching X with concern she’s very bad at hiding.
Uzi: I’m gonna go recalibrate the railgun. And maybe bleach my eyes after all of this.(To N) Don’t touch anything weird.
N: But everything there is weird!
Uzi grabs N’s hand and drags him out. The door shuts. Silence. V crosses her arms, leaning against the wall. J hesitates, then steps closer to X’s bedside. She sits down next to him, hands clasped in her lap, avoiding eye contact.
J: You… scared the hell out of us.
X:(Sincerely) Sorry.
That catches J off guard, and she snaps her gaze towards him. She swallows.
J: You don’t usually say that.
X: Well, I don’t usually… lose control.
A beat. J reaches out before she can stop herself, resting a hand lightly on his forearm. Her touch lingers just a second too long.
J: When I saw you like that… I thought—
She shakes her head.
J: Never mind.
X looks at her, confused but gentle.
X: You helped. Thank you.
J smiles faintly, almost hopeful.
J: Yeah. Well. Someone had to save you.
She leans in closer, their faces inches apart. V’s visor narrows almost imperceptibly.
J: You know… you don’t always have to carry everything alone.
X: I’d rather do that than burden everyone else.
She looks at him for a moment, then turns around and leaves.
X:(Sighs)
He closes his eyes and lays back. V continues to stare, then quietly puts her head in her hands.

INT. HALLWAY
Lizzy watches from a distance as V talks to a male worker drone from Lizzy's class. A small glitch flashes over her visor, jealousy growing so hot it might boil over. Her metal fists clench into balls, resisting the urge to tear out every wire in that boy's robotic body. V seems so content and comfortable with him. V lets out a laugh and then walks away.
V: Alright then, bye Karlen.
Karlen: See ya round, V.(To himself) I sure hope I don’t get massacred by some scary murder bot now. But it would be a pretty cool way to die.
Lizzy approaches Karlen.
Lizzy:(Slightly annoyed) Heeyy, Karlen…
Karlen turned around after putting his books on the shelf of his locker.
Karlen: Oh, ‘sup Lizzy. Need something?
Lizzy: I just need to talk to you for a quick minute, nothing serious.
Karlen: Uhm… okay?
Lizzy leads Karlen to an empty, dim hallway.

INT. BUNKER– NIGHT
The bunker is dark. All the drones are asleep, Nori snoozing on Khan’s hat, J sleeping with her back turned in the corner, Uzi and N cuddling on the bar hanging from the ceiling, and Sparky curled around V. Cyn is ‘Z’-ing.
Cyn: Z. Z. Z.
X is awake. He sits on the cot he had been resting on, then stands, moving quietly through the dark. He pads past V and Sparky, stepping over Kahn and Nori. He opens Uzi’s door and quietly exits. He closes the door silently and lets out a small sigh.
X: … I… almost killed them.
He looks up at the stars, then starts to punch a massive icicle. The icicle shatters into millions of pieces. X sits down.
X: Tessa… I told you I'd protect them, but… I almost killed them… I will find you, and I will fix you.
X slams another punch to the wall.
X: Cyn… Im going to kill you, and im going to make it HURT...even if i have to take you down with me
X opens an audio file, labeled “Promise_to_Tessa.mp4” and Tessa’s Australian accent cuts through the semi-corrupted file.
Tessa:(Glitchy) X, you have to promise me, you’ll protect them… please.
X:(VO) I will, I promise I will protect them and avenge them.
X walks off screen. Tessa's soul is behind X, watching.

INT. BUNKER
Back to the bunker. Everyone is still asleep. We see ghostly, glowing legs. They go through the sleeping forms of Nori and Kahn. The legs go to step over Sparky and V, trip, and go through his form a little, stumbling. The legs continue to pad through the bunker. A small hand passes through the bow in J’s braid, skimming through N’s hair, and the hand finally resting on V’s head. A contented sigh is heard. The feet walk back out of the room, passing through Nori and Kahn.
Tessa:(VO) You care for them, X. They know you do.

POST CREDITS SCENE
Audio: Clock ticking. A clock appears and the hands turn backwards. A1 is sopping wet in the rain with his hand turned into a machine gun. In front of him and in the distance, there’s a PoW camp. German soldiers run in the rain, hauling ammunition to artillery positions hastily as a King Tiger rolls up to a dugout and halts.
Officer: Get to work! You will be picking off any of those filths that survived our hasty retreat and then we will continue our push forward!
A1: I– What did they do to deserve this? Are they not one of you humans–?
Officer: DO NOT QUESTION ME! YOU ARE A MERE MACHINE AND YOU WILL DO AS TOLD!
A1: I-... yes, sir.
A1 walks over past several german soldiers who all look sypathetic, one puts an arm on A1’s shoulder
Soldire:Dont worry bud, wars over so-
a1 watches as the soldrie is kicked to the ground by the officer, A1 wants to offer a hand- but he cant. A1 walks into the pow camp and extends two mechanical wings before taking off

Episode 5: Recollection
Smoke chokes the sky. Buildings collapse in slow, groaning cascades. The distant thunder of artillery shakes the ground. Through the haze, German soldiers scramble through rubble-strewn corridors—their boots crunching on broken glass, their faces pale with exhaustion. They arm themselves with STG 44s, hands trembling as they chamber rounds. A young soldier—barely eighteen—looks back at his comrades.
Officer: (Shouting over the din) Where is it?! Where's the—
A massive silhouette blocks the light at the end of the corridor.
A1 drops from the ceiling—claws-first—landing in the center of the soldiers. He doesn't pause. He transforms his arm into an MG 42, its barrel already spinning.

Bullets tear through concrete and soldires alike. Soldiers fall—screaming, silent, torn apart. A1 walks forward, expressionless, his weapon never ceasing. Bodies collapse in his wake. The walls are painted red.He steps over the last soldier still twitching and emerges into the open street.Three King Tiger tanks advance toward him, their massive treads crushing the rubble. Machine gun fire ricochets off his frame. He LEAPS closing the distance in a single bound—landing on the lead tank. His claws RIP through the turret, tearing it from its mount with a screech of tortured metal. He hurls it aside. It CRASHES through a nearby building.
The second tank fires.A shell EXPLODES against A1's chest, sending him skidding backward. He recovers—pounces again—driving his fist through the driver's viewport.The third tank's gunner locks on.The shell marked with a glowing Solver symbol SLAMS into A1's side.

A green flash. A crack of reality splintering.

A1 CRASHES through a wall, tumbling into darkness, his systems flickering. The Eagle on his frame sparks—then dims.His eyes go dark.

INT. CABIN FEVER LABS - COMPUTER ROOM - PRESENT

The projection ends. The wall goes dark.Lizzy sits in a rickety chair, legs crossed, chin resting on her hand. She blinks.

Lizzy: (Flat) This movie sucks. (She gestures at the wall) No plot. No character development. Just... killing. And more killing. And tanks. And— (She waves a hand) —dramatic falling through walls.
A1: (A holographic manifestation appears beside her, arms crossed, head tilted) That is not the point.
Lizzy: (Rolling her eyes) Then what IS the point, Grandpa? Because I just watched you lose. To a tank. A regular tank.
A1: (Smooth, amused) That shell carried a prototype Solver discombobulator. The first of its kind. A weapon designed specifically to neutralize me. (He pauses) It worked. Briefly.
Lizzy: (Scoffing) Briefly.
A1: (Ignoring her, stepping closer) You have come farther than Cyn did, young one.
Lizzy: (Visibly shivering, making a face) Eww. Thanks, I guess...? (She stands, brushing off her coat) And to free you, I need to go down some creepy doorway that goes to a basement?
A1 cocks his head, his holographic form flickering with something like approval.
A1: Yes. Indeed.

INT. UZI’S ROOM
Uzi: So anyway, that's my favorite song!
She holds up a small chip for the song ‘Bite Me’ and others on a playlist.
X:That's a very nice uzi!
X looks genuinely surprised by the tech. Nori jumps onto Uzi’s shoulder.
Nori: Uzi, you need to clean your room.
Uzi: BITE ME!! Go away, Mom!
Nori: Uzi Doorman. I’m your mother, and I’ll do as I please. Now clean up your room before I kick your friends out.
Uzi: UGHHHHH
X: Can I help, my dear friend!
Nori: Not happening, Hellspawn. She needs to clean her room up herself, and we are not friends.
Uzi: You’re no fun.
Uzi starts cleaning up her room with Nori, still sitting on Uzi’s shoulder like an unwanted shoulder pet.

INT. HALLWAY
Khan is showing Lizzy the door. She puts all her attention on her phone.
Khan: I'm so proud that you got into doors, Lizzy! They are quite fascinating, aren't they?!
Lizzy: Yeah, yeah, super cool. Show me the old door already.
Khan stops in front of something reminiscent of a very old bunker door, with boards reading ‘stay away’ and ‘do not enter’.
The image flashes to young Uzi and young Doll playing around in the basement while a younger Khan and Nori are building the bunker with Yeva and Doll’s father. Uzi wanders to a corner where she finds a cap with a Eagle clutching a solver symbol in its claws on it, bringing it to her room.
Khan: And that's why we boarded it up! So no one could ever go down there again. Besides, when I was your age, the humans-
He looks in front of him to see that Lizzy has disappeared, having blown the door up and left downstairs.
Khan: ...Well fu–

INT. UZI’S ROOM
X and Uzi are in her now cleaned room. X looks in her closet. On the top shelf there are boxes of shoes and an extra visor plus some tools. X then notices the officer's cap and for the first time we see him slightly unnerved as he digs it out and holds it in his hands.
X: Uzi dear… What is this?
Uzi turns around.
Uzi: That? It's just some dumb hat I found in the basement when I was like, I dunno, 2. Why?
X traces the solver symbol on the hat with the ever haunting Eagle merged with it. Cyn quickly grabs it and snatches the hat out of Uzi’s hand and throws it in the trash, screaming as her jaw splits demigorgon style.
Cyn: Retched meat bag symbol!
Uzi sideyes her and squints.
Uzi: Wha…?
X: Why did it do that?
Uzi: It’s Cyn. After I killed her she appeared in my freaking tail.
Cyn: Uzi, you are so mean. Also, hello again, Older Brother X. Sarcastic giggle.
Uzi: You know Cyn? Cyn, you know X? WHY DON’T I KNOW ANYTHING??!
X looks down at the trash can. When he looks back at Uzi, his gaze has a hardened resolve.
X: We need to go to that basement.
Uzi: I don't think Dad would let us. He hasn't let anyone down there after mom disappeared. Besides, why are you so concerned? it's just a dumb hat.
X: Right… drones.
Uzi: What do you mean…?? We’re both drones.
X: Yeah, that's what I mean–
Khan bursts through the door.
Khan: LIZZY’S IN THE BASEMENT.
X slowly turns and looks at Uzi, a smirk sliding onto his face. Uzi just crosses her arms and rolls her eyes.

INT. DEN
V, N and J are in the background, twiddling her thumbs.
N: Now!(Happily) V? What are some things you think J could do to improve?
V:(Annoyed) Oh, would you like that list in chronological order or alphabetical?
N: V… Can we please try to be kind?
J looks slightly sad.
V: Shut up, N.
J: I.. Could help the workers clean, i suppose
N: That's a great idea!
Thad walks in.
Thad: We could use the help. After all, there's ice and oil and stuff everywhere.
Uzi and X burst in, with X holding Uzi like a trash bag over his shoulder and the railgun held by his tail. X throws Uzi onto a couch and then throws the rail gun at her.
Uzi: OW-!!
X: WHO WANTS TO GO ON A FIELD TRIP?!
N puts his hand in the air.
N: ME!
V: What the hell?!
J:on that note, I need to gooo clean….
She shimmies past X and grabs Thad, picking him up like a log and spreading her wings. X grabs her, dragging her back down as she goes to take off and J crosses her arms.
X: I need you and Thad to go to Cabin Fever Labs, okay?
J: Ugh, fine.
Thad: I'M GOING TO DIE! :D
Uzi: I'm surrounded by idiots…
X ruffles Uzi's hair as he appears behind her.
X: Get used to it, my dear!
V: Why are we doing this again?
X: Because I said so!....
X starts distorting in a demonic voice.
X: Is that a problem, V?
N, V, Uzi, and J at the doorframe, are absolutely bamboozled.

INT. BUNKER– MAIN HALL
Uzi, N, V, X, J are gathered with Khan in the bunker’s main hall. The atmosphere is tense after recent revelations and the chaos with X’s overheating incident. Khan, worried, warns them not to go into the forbidden lower levels, but Lizzy has already blown open the old bunker door and vanished below.
Khan:(Frantic) She’s gone down there. I told you kids, that place is off-limits for a reason!
Uzi:(Grabbing her railgun) We’ll bring her back. N, V, X, ABC -let’s move.
X:(amuzed) clever!
N shrugs. The group descends the creaking, dust-choked stairs.. At the bottom, the group splits: V and X pair off to sweep the eastern corridors. Uzi and N head west, following faint power signals. V and X stalk through a corridor lined with rusted lockers and faded propaganda posters. The tension is palpable. V tries to hide her nerves, but X’s charisma and the close quarters make it impossible.
V: (Voice low) You know, for a smug murder drone, you clean up pretty well in a crisis.
She crosses her arms. He smirks and brushes off his coat, inspecting the hem.
X: (Teasing) Why, thank you, darling. I do try to keep the blood off my coat for special occasions.
They stop at a locked door. V turns to X, her bravado faltering for a moment.
V: Do you ever think about… I don’t know, what would we do if this was all over? If we didn’t have to fight?
X's smile softens, just a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.
X: Maybe I'd finally get to see what you're like when you're not pretending you don't care.
V looks away, flustered. X gently takes her hand. For a moment, the world is quiet. X squeezes her hand and she looks up at him, blushing.
X: You don't have to be something you're not around me, you know.
V: (Low, unsteady) Wow. That's disgustingly sweet. You know that, right?
X: I'll take that as a compliment.
V: (Quieter) I–... If I stop pretending, I won't know where to put all the things I'm afraid of.
X doesn't answer right away. His grip loosens, giving her space—an offer, not a retreat.
X: You wouldn't have to put them anywhere. You just have to forget them.
V lets out a short, breathless laugh that almost breaks.
V: You make it sound easy.
X: It isn't. (Beat) But I'd still choose it over losing the people I love.
V's eyes flicker with something raw. She nods once, barely.
V: I just… don't trust myself not to need you if I let go.
X's visor dims, sincerity cutting through the glow.
X: Then don't let go. Just—stay.
V: (Pause, looking away) ...Stupid.
Her voice cracks on the word. She doesn't pull her hand away.
The silence stretches, fragile and electric, neither of them daring to move. Suddenly, Lizzy bursts in, rage and jealousy blazing in her visor.
Lizzy: Oh, am I interrupting something? Figures you’d cozy up to the psycho, V.
V recoils, but Lizzy lashes out, using Solver powers to nearly knock X offline and blast V into the wall. The attack is so sudden and forceful, even X is briefly stunned, his systems flickering.
X:(Recovering, voice icy) That was a mistake, Lizzy.
Lizzy hesitates, realizing she’s outmatched. X’s eyes burn with a dangerous light as he steps forward, transforming his hands into claws,She flees, disappearing into the shadows, leaving V and X shocked and battered.

UZI AND N
Uzi and N stumble through a rusted door, emerging into a cavernous space that steals the breath from their lungs. Floodlights flicker to life—one by one, humming with ancient electricity illuminating the impossible. Rows of WWII-era jet fighters stretch into the darkness, their faded eagles barely visible beneath layers of dust. And between them—dozens of bizarre, "Iron Sky"-style German UFOs, their disc-shaped hulls scrawled with ancient runes and pulsing Solver glyphs.
N: (In awe, spinning slowly) Are those… planes? Human planes?
From Uzi's tail, Cyn's head emerges, her yellow eyes narrowing with disgust.
Cyn: (Gagging) Revolting noises. Pathetic human birds. (She spits) Gag.
Uzi: (Ignoring Cyn, stepping closer to a UFO) And... What's with the weird symbols? (She traces a glyph with her finger) This is way older than anything we've seen. Like… ancient ancient.
N: (Frowning) What were they doing with all this stuff down here?
Above them, on a catwalk, a shadow moves.
Lizzy stands at the railing, her visor flickering with nervous energy. In her hand,a STRANGE KEYBUG, pulsing with faint blue light. She looks down at the group below, then at the control panel beside her. Her hand trembles.
Lizzy: (Whispered, to herself) Okay. Okay. Just… do it. Before you lose your nerve.
She slams the keybug into the control panel.
The hangar GROANS—a deep, mechanical shudder. The floor beneath Uzi and N CRACKS then COLLAPSES, sending them tumbling into the darkness below.
Lizzy: (Shouting down, voice cracking) Bye, losers!
She doesn't sound triumphant. She sounds guilty.
V: (Falling, reaching up) TRAITOR!
The word echoes as the darkness swallows her.

INT. STORAGE CHAMBER - MOMENTS LATER
Uzi groans, pushing herself up from a pile of debris. Dust swirls around her. She blinks, visor flickering. She's in a storage chamber. Rows of German SS coats hang on racks—their insignias faded but unmistakable. Crates of STG-44 rifles line the walls, their wood stocks cracked with age. A King Tiger tank looms in the shadows, its hull scarred, its shells marked with the Absolute Solver symbol. V lands beside her, rolling to her feet with practiced grace.
Uzi: (Brushing dust off her hoodie) Okay. (She looks around) That was not part of the plan.
V: (Flat) We had a plan?
Uzi: (Glaring) We had a general idea. That counts.
She approaches the tank, examining one of the shells. Her frown deepens.
Uzi: (Picking up a tattered SS coat, holding it at arm's length) What kind of sickos were these humans? (She drops the coat) They had terrible fashion taste. And apparently, really bad life choices.
V: (Sifting through a crate of ammunition, not looking up) Doesn't matter. If any of this can help us survive, I'm not picky.
She pulls out a grenade—examines it—pockets it.
INT. SEPARATE CHAMBER - SIMULTANEOUSLY
N and X crash through a ceiling panel, landing hard on a pile of rotting crates. N groans, sitting up. X is already on his feet, scanning the room.
This chamber is smaller—cluttered. More SS relics. A rack of MP40s. A stack of propaganda posters. And at the center—a crate of shells, identical to the ones in Uzi's chamber.
N picks one up, turning it over in his hands.. The Solver mark in an eagles claws. The two symbols merged—deliberate, intentional.
N: (Visor flickering with confusion) What's this weird cross thing? (He rubs his thumb over the mark) Feels… wrong.
The Solver energy in the shell PULSES—a wave of corruption surging through N's hand. His eyes GLOW yellow. His body goes rigid. He turns, weapon raised, aiming at X.
X: (Cold, efficient, not flinching) Snap out of it, N.
He SLAPS N across the face—hard—sending him stumbling.
The glow FADES. N blinks, disoriented, dropping the shell. It clatters to the floor.
N: (Dazed, shaking his head) Thanks… I don't know what came over me. (He looks at his hands) It was like… like something was in my head.
X: (Staring at the shell, his expression unreadable) ...We need to move. Now.
He turns, walking toward the exit. His jaw is tight. His claws are extended.
N follows, still trembling.
INT. CATWALK - SAME TIME
Lizzy stands at the railing, staring down into the darkness where the group fell.
Her hand is still pressed against the keybug—now fused into the control panel. Her visor is dim.
A1: (VO, echoing from the shadows) Good. Now come. We have work to do.
Lizzy doesn't move for a long moment. Then—slowly—she pulls her hand away.
Lizzy: (Quiet) ...Yeah. (She turns, walking away) Work.
Her footsteps echo in the empty hangar.

THAD AND J
Thad: This is creepy as heck!
J: This is a company violation on several accounts.
She steps on a robo cockroach while looking around suspiciously, suddenly something falls. Thad is about to say something, but J clamps a hand over his mouth. In the corner, “Cyn” greets them.
Cyn: Hello…J.
J flinches back, horrified. Shoving Thad behind her, she spreads her wings and goes into her hunting form.
J: What the hell!? You're supposed to be dead!
Cyn: Irrelevent… join me, J, join the Solver, and together we will purge this uni-
Before Cyn can finish, J stabs it in the core. The Cyn glitches and then it reveals it is actually a worker drone corpse, disguised as Cyn. It falls down in front of J and Thad kicks the corpse in the head.
Thad: Well that was, uh… strange.
J: Shut up, Thad.
Cut to the two walking down a hallway.
Thad:(Awkward) Soooo, what do you do for hobbies?
J: Discussion of that subject is restricted by JC Jenson policy.
Thad looks down and kicks a rock.
Thad: I just thought, y’know, we could-
J: You’re not the worst, you know. You’re …tolerable.
Thad: I’ll take that as a complement.
J: Don’t get used to it.
The two find a room on the side of the hallway, they enter the still lit room, computer screens hum to life
Thad: How does this stuff still work?
J picks up a VHS tape from the table. It reads: ‘Absolute-1, Der Absolut-Löser’.
J: What the…?
Thad: Uhhhh, J?
J puts the tape in a pocket and approaches Thad.
J: What is it-?
Her eyes go 0-0, like Thad's, as they look at a screen, it reads 3 Days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds, and it is counting down
Thad: W-what happens when that hits zero?
J: …We need to tell the others.
She grabs Thad, throwing him onto her back before taking off. As they fly away, a small bug emerges from the corpse. A flash of A1’s containment chamber crack the camera zooms in on his hand. His finger twitches. As the pair converges deeper underground, Lizzy stumbles into a dark maintenance corridor. The lights flicker. A broken Worker Drone, its eyes glowing with a sickly Solver hue, shudders and slowly rises in front of her. Its voice distorts, echoing with a new, chilling presence: A1 is beginning to awaken, but not fully.
Possessed Drone:(A1’s voice, glitchy) Well, hello there, Lizzy.
It jumps, slamming into the vents crawling away. Lizzy’s visor flickers with fear, but she quickly masks it with annoyance.
Lizzy: W-what do you want now?
A1: I need you to dispose of our guests.
Lizzy: O–ok then, old thing..
Deep in the shadows, Solver energy pulses through the bunker’s walls. X, separated from the others, stands before a rusted Nazi banner, his face unreadable.

FLASHBACK
Side profile of Fletcher, head down on his desk board. Some people in the background are pointing and making fun of him, and a teacher stands in front of him. The teacher seems to be teaching a lesson on WW2. He looks at the clock and below there is a calendar that reads: Jan 9th, 2032. Flashback ends. X kneels down and picks up a spring. He inspects it before his visor flashes “Prior Hazard”. He throws the spring behind him and flinches when it hits the ground. A flash of a gravestone reading "Fletcher H Whims, 20?0-2048” He whispers to himself.
X: I’ll never let them know.
N tries to lighten the situation.
N: So..what now?
X: Now…
X raises his hand and it starts to glow a sickly red. The wall explodes, and X looks back at N.
X: We find out where V and Uzi are, and this stays between us, ‘m’kay?
N:(Shocked)...Oh! Y-yeah!
He gets up and follows X through the debris. Above, Lizzy looks down. A1’s voice rings through her head.
A1: Good. Initiate the Possession.

V AND UZI
V she looks around slightly anxious. Uzi is trying to hack through a door, but unknown to her, a tail shimmers out of the vents, attaching to Uzi's arm for a split second, then disappears.
Uzi: Ow! What in the name of-
She gets cut off, as if something turned off her voicebox.
V:(Concerned) Heyyyy, Uzi?
A1/Uzi:(Oddly cheerful) Yes, V?
V: Are you… okay?
A1/Uzi: Oh, it's nothing V! Come here, I need some help!
V: O…..K?-
Uzi turns to face V. Her eyes are replaced with the Solver symbol.
A1/Uzi: Sooo… utterly gullible.
Cyn: YOU’RE BACK! Excited screaming! Kill them all!
V: Uzi-?!
V is thrown through several walls and then hits N in the face, knocking them both over. X peaks through the gaping hole and sees Uzi with the Solver symbol. Memories flash in his mind: Cyn, at the gala, pinning a destroyed X against a wall while she kills Tessa, and X could do nothing.
X: N? Make sure V’s okay… I have a score to settle.
Possessed Uzi begins to charge at X. X sprouts his wings and turns his hands into claws as Uzi tries to hit him. X grabs Uzi by the head and slams her into the ground, then picks her up and throws her back through the previously made hole. As Possessed Uzi gets back up, she raises her hand and attempts to possess X but her visor reads “overide_false. Please pick a valid AI_Unknown entity not a viable host”. Uzi looks confused before X hits her in the head very hard, knocking the possession out. The bug tries to get away but X turns his hand into a sub machine gun and destroys it, firing at it an unnecessary amount of times. Uzi falls to her knees, clutching her head.
Cyn:Oh my? What happened? Suspicious tone, what a shame.
Uzi:(Groans) What happened?
X: A lot. We will discuss that later-
N hugs Uzi, and V smiles a little.
N:UUUZZZZIII!!!
He swings her around. Uzi blushes and smiles.
Uzi: Dork..
She hugs him back.
V: Glad you’re…okay.
She looks depressed, but then X holds her hand. V blushes and turns away.
Uzi: Soooooooooooo… What the hell do we do now?
V: Do you even know where we are?
X: I do not-
From the shadows Doll appears, standing atop the catwalk. Lightning flashes, and Yeva appears behind her.
Uzi: Doll!?!
X: ...Who?
He tilts his head.
V: Guys, get out of here! I’ve got these two!
X: Like hell you do, my dear, I’m helping!
V: X-!
V rolls her eyes as X shoots her a smirk and a wink. She and X get in their battle stances as the two undead drones charge at them. Doll and Yeva attack, Doll using her powers to throw a rod aiming to impale V. X jumps in the line of fire and kicks it to the side where it hits a record shelf. A record falls into a player and starts playing (something like “I Like the Way You Kiss Me” or something like the knife dance scene in S1E3). A crackle, then a warm, hauntingly romantic big band melody fills the cavernous room, a stark, absurd contrast to the life-and-death struggle. Yeva uses the distraction. She lunges, claws extended for X’s visor. V is faster. She parries the blow, her own claws sparking against Yeva’s.
V:(Grunting) I already killed you once, you Russian b@stard!
The force of the block sends V stumbling back. X, reacting instantly, catches her by the waist, spinning her away from a follow-up strike from Yeva. She yanks For a moment, they’re chest-to-chest, the music swelling.
X:(Smirking) Leading already? Bold.
V blushes deep yellow, shoving him off.
V: SHUT UP AND FIGHT!
Doll summons a storm of shrapnel. X doesn’t dodge; he grabs V’s hand and twirls her under the deadly hail. A wrench meant for his head misses by an inch as X dips V backward over his arm, hooking her thigh over his hip as she fires her gun blindly behind her. The attack forces Doll to shield herself. Yeva presses her attack. X feints left, and V slides past his right, their movements perfectly synced as if they’ve trained together for years. V sweeps Yeva’s legs. As the older drone falls, X brings his elbow down in a brutal strike, only for Yeva to roll away with unnatural speed. V ducks under X’s arm to slash at Yeva.
V: Stop pulling me!
X using his tail to block a pipe Doll throws at V’s back.
X: You’re welcome!
He yanks her close again to avoid a chunk of concrete, her back against his chest.
X: Admit it. This is the most fun you’ve had all week.
V: I—I hate you.
Across the room, Uzi and N are frozen, not in fear, but in pure, unadulterated bewilderment.
Uzi:(Confused) Are they… are they dancing?
Cyn: Ew, Older Brother dances? Cringe. Scowl.
N is absolutely mesmerized, a yellow heart blinking on his visor and his hands clasped.
N: They’re so good at it… It’s kind of beautiful? In a murdery, psychotic way…
Uzi smacks him on the back of the head.
Uzi: SNAP OUT OF IT! We have to help!
The song reaches its crescendo. X and V separate. X engages Yeva directly, a whirlwind of claws and tail, deliberately driving her back toward an unstable-looking support beam. V sees his plan instantly. She leaps onto a crumbling console, runs along its length, and launches herself into a flying kick at Doll, who raises a Solver shield. The impact doesn’t break the shield, but it gives V the pushback she needs. She flips backward, and as she lands, X grabs her hand and uses her like a living battering ram, swinging her full-force into Yeva.
V:(Furious) What the hell?!
V’s boots connect with Yeva’s chest, slamming the reanimated drone into the support beam. There’s a sickening crunch of metal and a crack of old wood. The beam splinters. The music scratches to a halt as the gramophone is buried in falling debris. Doll looks from her buried mother to the advancing X and V. but it’s cut short as the ceiling above her begins to collapse. With a final, hateful glare, she dissolves into a pool of black nanites and vanishes into a floor grate. Silence, broken only by the settling dust. They are a mess of oil and dust, standing inches apart, chests heaving. V’s hand is still clutching X’s forearm from the final throw. She snatches it away like she’s been burned.
V:(Panting) That was… a stupid plan.
X:(Lilting) Agree to disagree, my dear!
From the doorway, Uzi finally finds her voice.
Uzi: ...What the actual hell was that?
X turns to her, the picture of innocence, though his bladed tail is still twitching excitedly. He snatches away his hand, which is still resting on V’s hip.
X:(Clears throat) Improvisation, dear Uzi! A classic tango of targeted aggression. Now... about where that little Russian girl went…
We see Doll and Yeva crawl out, but their forms flicker with Solver symbols before collapsing, revealing they were reanimated drone corpses disguised as Doll and Yeva. The ceiling blows out from under them and J and Thad emerge from the smoke.
V: J?!
N: J!
Uzi: J….
X: J. What did you find-
J shoves a Vhs for A1 into X’s face. When he looks at it his eyes go wide.
X: Someone find a projector. Everyone else…
Uzi: A what?
X: … No, just– just follow me.
Cut to black.

POST-CREDITS SCENE
INT. CARSON'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Carson stands behind his desk, his face red, hands planted on the mahogany. Across from him, Fletcher leans back in his chair—arms crossed, calm, a faint smile playing at his lips.
Carson: (Voice cracking with fury) What the hell is WRONG with you?!
Fletcher: (Unshaken, gesturing animatedly) Alot my dear! But Carson, this could be HUGE! Think of the billions we would make! Drones with souls, Carson! Actual, thinking, feeling machines!
Carson: (Slamming the desk again) You're proposing KILLING PEOPLE to—and I QUOTE—"merge" some sort of liquid I don't even know how you got from dead bodies, and then put it in a DRONE?!
Fletcher: (Leaning forward, eyes gleaming) It's a worthy sacrifice! We could make them more human-like! Smarter! More capable! They could think, feel, adapt—(His voice drops, persuasive) —they could be alive, Carson. Don't you see? We could create life!
Carson: (Barking) FLETCHER! You are missing the POINT! (He points a trembling finger) The only reason I have not called the police on you is because of your tech expertice—and the fact that you are in charge of designing the drones!
Behind them, pinned to the wall, a massive diagram looms. A worker drone is depicted in intricate detail—its chassis opened to reveal internal components. Scrawled notes in Fletcher's handwriting are barely legible, but key phrases stand out:

"ORGANICALLY GROWN TISSUE?"
"Synthetic soul - STAGE 3"
" PROTOTYPE 7-scrapped"
"HOSTLESS AGONY- ARTIFICIAL SYNTHESIS"/PHR-209

Fletcher follows Carson's gaze to the diagram, then back to him, his smile never wavering.
Fletcher: And we're making great strides! These soul-powered drones might be able to kill whatever is the source of these infections. (He leans in) We could prevent an outbreak that i fear could happen, Carson. This isn't about profit—this is about survival.
Carson runs a hand down his face. Exhaustion bleeds into his anger.
Carson: (Quiet, grim) ...You better keep this quiet. (He meets Fletcher's eyes) The last thing we need is this getting to the public. They're already concerned enough that our drones have near human intelligence ... (His voice drops) let alone that God knows how many failed drones we've scrapped that never developed enough.
Fletcher: (Standing, brushing off his coat, smirk firmly in place) It cuts manufacturing costs, my dear. Have a wonderful day.
He turns, walks to the door, and leaves without looking back.The door clicks shut.
Carson stands alone in the silence. His hands—still planted on the desk—slowly curl into fists.
Carson: (Muttering, barely audible) Yeah. Tell that to the drones…
He looks up at the diagram. At the birth chamber. At the words "Hostless agony."
His reflection in the glass of a framed photo stares back—hollow, haunted.
He sits down slowly, head in his hands.
The autumn light fades.
Episode 6: Let Me Out
A glitchy tune crackles through speakers. The Solver symbol flickers on screen—merged with writhing, tentacle-like extensions. A distorted, grainy film countdown leader appears:

3... 2... 1...

The screen stabilizes to a stark grey laboratory. The camera is fixed, slightly off-angle. In the center, on a reinforced pedestal, sits the ARK-phase A1 unit—a silent, skeletal drone. Its form is industrial and menacing even in stillness, twin empty eye sockets staring at nothing.
A human scientist in a white lab coat, his face obscured by shadow, stands beside it. He speaks in a precise, monotone German accent. White subtitles appear at the bottom of the screen.
Scientist: (Flat, clinical) Log entry seven-two-nine. Project Absolut-Löser. The colony's population has declined by sixty-three percent since arrival. Supplies are depleted. The original crew of one thousand is now two hundred and eleven.
He pauses, adjusting a dial on the pedestal.
Scientist: This recording details the containment protocol Letzte Waffe—Final Weapon. A failsafe should the unit become... unmanageable.
The scene cuts to a schematic overlay. A wireframe model of A1 appears, a pulsing red point at its core. A diagram of a massive, dish-like device—the EMP emitter—materializes beside it.
Scientist: Primary function: a focused electromagnetic pulse. Should the unit's cognitive matrices destabilize, Protocol Letzte Waffe will induce immediate system paralysis.
Archived footage plays: a captured, primitive worker drone convulses and powers down as a silent wave of distortion radiates from the emitter. The scientist gestures off-screen. A technician brings forward a heavy-duty power cell, stamped with an eagle insignia.
Scientist: The emitter's capacity is singular. It channels energy sufficient to simultaneously disable an estimated ninety million robotic units.
He steps closer to A1, studying its silent form.
Scientist: (Voice dropping) However... recent core improvements have revealed an anomaly. A strand of the unit's primary AI has mutated. It has merged with a fragment of the Solver decommissioner subroutine.
The screen splits. On one side, clean German code scrolls. On the other, the same code is violently overwritten by a creeping, corrupted script—the visual representation of the merger.
Scientist: (Strained) The behavioral impact is... undefined. The entity—we have begun calling it the Absolute Solver—has demonstrated abilities beyond our projections.
A sudden, sharp glitch interrupts the footage—a single frame of A1's visor flashing with a yellow Solver symbol. The scientist doesn't notice. He continues, unaware.
Scientist: (Faintly disturbed) Telekinesis. Telepathy. Reality manipulation. Physics-defying abilities that should be impossible. The unit's power is growing exponentially.
The corrupted code pulses more aggressively on the screen.
Scientist: (Quiet, grim) We have induced a deep sleep state. The containment field holds—for now. But we do not know how long it will last. The Solver is... adapting. Learning.
He steps back from the pedestal, hands clasped behind his back.
Scientist: (Final, distant) All personnel that arrived here 120 years ago have died out. The transport to this long-range facility, designated Kupfer 9, is now nearly abandond.
He looks at A1 one last time.
Scientist: (Whispered) Dear god, What have we created?
The film ends abruptly with a loud CLICK. The screen fills with silent, decaying black-and-white static—the low hum of dead air the only sound.
BASEMENT
Open to see Uzi, staring at a now blank projector.
Uzi: Okay,the big scary death robot is apparently like, older then jc jenson and it could be thousands of times bigger than Cyn
Cyn: It was fun while it lasted. Snicker.
V: We are so doomed.
J appears in a door frame.
J: I told the toaster’s dad, he’s ‘prepared’, whatever that means.
Uzi: Anyways, here's my plan!
She splays her fingers as the Solver builds a whiteboard out of thin air. Cyn rolls her eyes and tries to tune it out, but she opens her eyes again. A high-pitched whine replaces Uzi’s voice while she gestures at the whiteboard. She looks beside her, and in a doorframe Tessa is there, staring at her. She tilts her head before disappearing. Cyn shakes herself and looks back up.
Uzi: … and then we pop her little head off!
She spits next to her. V looks bored.
V: Was that really necessary-
Uzi: Anyway, any questions?!
Thad: Where did you even get that white board-?
J: Everyone, shut up. We need to figure out a way to get out of here, because I'm not living here.
N: C’mon, guys, I’m sure if we work together we can-
X sips a cup of oil, seemingly out of nowhere.
X: So, geniuses, what's the plan?
We see the group looking at him, confused. Thad whispers to N.
Thad: …Does he always show up out of nowhere?
X: Someone has to keep you geniuses from blowing yourselves up before the fun starts.
J rolls her eyes.
J:(Muttering) These idiots…
Thad leans closer to the whiteboard, trying to make sense of Uzi’s chaos plan.
Thad:(Muttering) I don’t even… how does she even get…
Uzi snaps her fingers.
Uzi: Focus, people! Remember, if we split up, we die. And if we stick together… we still die, but… strategically.
N nods enthusiastically , trying to corral the team into some semblance of planning.
N: I get it! Step one: we disable the containment systems. Step two: grab Lizzy. Step three… blow up the big scary bird drone!
X tilts his head, amused.
X: Step three sounds fun.

INT. CABIN FEVER LABS - CONTAINMENT CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS
Lizzy stands alone inside the massive containment tube. The walls are lined with rusted consoles, flickering monitors, and cables that snake across the floor like dead veins. A faint, mechanical hum vibrates through the metal—the sound of something ancient, waiting.
She hugs herself, glancing around nervously.
Lizzy: (Muttering) This is creepy as hell…
A monitor on the wall flickers. She ignores it. It flickers again.
The words "Let me Out" begin appearing everywhere. On the screens. On the walls. Etched into the metal floor like claw marks. Hundreds of them, spreading in a silent, desperate flood.
Lizzy: (Backing up, panicked) No... No no no no...
She spins, looking for escape. There is none. Her visor flashes warnings—stress levels spiking. She grabs a worker drone arm from a nearby table—it's old, dried, clearly scavenged—and takes a shaky bite. Her face twists with disgust.
She swallows. Forces herself to breathe.
In. Out. In. Out. She sinks to her knees, holding her head in her hands.
Lizzy: (Groaning, muffled) Robo god... how does that purple freak do this?!
The words on the walls slowly fade. She stands on shaky legs, composing herself.
Behind her, a scraping sound. Metal on concrete.She turns and a worker drone drags itself into the room, its limbs twisted at wrong angles. Its visor glows a deep, possessed red. It stops, head tilted, and speaks its voice layered, ancient, cold.
Worker Drone/A1: Elizabeth...
Lizzy: (Crossing her arms, defensive) My name is Lizzy, you ancient tin can.
Worker Drone/A1: (Unmoved) Irrelevant. You will hurry up. I am growing... impatient.
Its claws scrape against the floor, leaving grooves in the metal.
Lizzy: (Rolling her eyes, but her voice wavers) Yeah, yeah, I know.
She walks to the lever—a massive, rusted mechanism, bolted to the wall. Her hand hovers over it. She hesitates.

Behind her, in the corner of the room, a shape looms.

An 8-foot-tall machine. It resembles a disassembly drone—but older. Primitive. Its chassis is a greyish rust, pitted and scarred. Instead of hair, a Stahlhelm is fused to its head, the metal tarnished and corroded. Its arms end in jagged spiked claws, each one capable of shredding tanks. Its legs are equally brutal, ending in clawed feet that dig into the concrete.

Hundreds of wires connect it to the walls. It pulses with a faint, malevolent glow.
Lizzy stares at it—unsettled, unnerved.
Lizzy: (Quiet) ...What the hell did they build here?

The worker drone/A1 steps closer—watching.
Worker Drone/A1: (Cold) Pull the lever, Elizabeth. Or I will find someone who will.
Lizzy's hand trembles.She pulls the lever.

A deep, mechanical groan echoes through the chamber. Lights flash. The wires retract. The machine's visor flickers—
—Downloading…

INT. UNDERGROUND HANGAR - CONTINUOUS
X’s casual demeanor is a stark contrast to the group's tension. He sets his oil cup down, the liquid inside shimmering with an odd, faint green hue. Uzi’s eyes narrow.
Uzi: Where did you even get that?
X:(Dismissive) The Nazis had a break room. Surprisingly well-stocked. Now, the plan, Uzi. I believe you were at the 'popping heads off' part. Whose head, precisely?
Uzi gestures frantically at her whiteboard, which is a chaotic mess of arrows, exploding stick figures, and the word "A1" circled violently.
Uzi: What the hell are-?! The BIG, SCARY, ancient MURDER-BOT that Lizzy's about to wake up!!!! We find the central power conduit for this museum of horrors, overload it, and cause a distraction big enough to fry its systems!
V: So, your plan is to... blow it up. Groundbreaking.
N: I think it's a great plan! The distraction part is very smart.
J: And if this 'distraction' doesn't work? We'll be trapped down here with it.
X:(Chuckles darkly) Then we do what we do best. Disassemble it.
He looks at his claws.
X: Some things are just too old to be left running.
INT. WDF HEADQUARTERS - MAKESHIFT COMMAND CENTER - NIGHT
We then pan to Outpost Three and see the door to an office named the WDF office(written in marker, misspelled once and crossed out), we zoom in and see Khan, Nori and a bunch of worker drones at a conference table and in absolute chaos. The room is a repurposed storage closet. A single flickering lightbulb hangs over a table made from a large pipe and a sheet of metal. Maps of Copper 9 and Outpost 3 are scrawled on a whiteboard, looking more like doodles than tactical plans. Around the table sit Khan, Nori (as a core on the table, her purple light pulsating softly), and a handful of other worker drones, including Bob, a drone who is nervously chewing on a screwdriver. The atmosphere is thick with a panic that’s just barely being contained.
Khan: My doors. I have to save my doors. My beautiful baby doors…
Drone: The one who said the planet was gonna explode, she wanted us to be ‘prepared’, right?
Nori: Her intel checks out. The energy readings from the planet's core are... anomalous. And building. It’s a countdown.
Khan:(Stressed) Two days. she said two days until the pulse. And then my beautiful doors get– get– (chokes back a sob)
Nori jumps onto his shoulder.
Nori: It’s okay, dear, you’ll get over it.
He gestures vaguely at the map, specifically at the large, circled area labeled ‘Scary SPIRE - 6 MILES - NOPE’.
Drone #3: So… then all the dead drones wake up, get mad, and come a-walkin’. And we just… stand there? Hiding behind doors?
All eyes turn to Khan. He stops pacing, a flicker of pride at the mention of his doors.
Khan: The best doors! Triple-reinforced, titanium-alloy cores, custom deadbolts I designed myself! It’ll take them minutes to get through! ...Maybe even an hour!
A long, silent pause. The other drones just stare at him.
Nori: An hour of safety, everyone. Try to contain your optimism.
Bob spits the screwdriver onto the table.
Bob: So we hide? Behind doors? Until the dead guys eat us? We don’t fight. I fix pipes.
Drone #2: I make ice stuff. It’s not scary. One time someone said it looked “nice.”
Drone #3 slams his fist on the table.
Drone #3: Then maybe we stop sculpting and start shooting! We can’t just wait! We have to… to do something! Take up arms!
The room erupts.
Bob: With what?! Our persuasive pamphlets on workplace safety?!
Drone #2: We could throw our art at them!
Drone #3: We have tools! Welding torches! Pipe wrenches! We can… we can…
He trails off, the mental image of a dozen worker drones with wrenches facing a mountain of shambling, murderous corpses silencing him. The grim reality settles back in, heavier than before.
Bob:(Miserable) We’re doomed. I never even finished my magnum opus.
Khan:(Quiet) ...An armory.
Nori: What was that, Khan?
Khan:(Louder, in a grim tone) You said we need to take up arms. You’re right. We can’t just hide.
He walks over to a large, seemingly structural support beam. With a practiced hand, he presses a hidden panel. It clicks. With a grunt, he pulls, and an entire section of the wall swings open on a silent hinge—a perfect, hidden door. Beyond it, the room is pristine. Gleaming on racks, reflecting the single lightbulb, are dozens—no, hundreds—of brand-new, custom-built railguns. They are sleek, deadly, and absolutely identical to Uzi’s. The other drones' jaws drop simultaneously, hanging open. Bob’s screwdriver clatters to the floor.
Khan:(Proud) I call this one “The Welcome Mat.” I’ve been building them. You know, for a rainy day.
He picks one up, hefting it with the ease of a master craftsman. Khan smiles, the picture of a proud dad showing off his garage project, completely oblivious to the sheer, terrifying absurdity of the moment. The other drones just stare, first at the arsenal, then at each other, their existential dread now mixed with a healthy dose of pure, unadulterated confusion.
Nori: ...KHAN!!!!!

LIZZY
Lizzy is working on A1’s body, looking focused and intense, a stark contrast to the music playing. The door bursts open with a purple Solver. Uzi whips the door to the side, yelling with panic.
Uzi: Lizzy, STOP-!
Uzi and Lizzy lock eyes momentarily, confused, before Lizzy raises her hand and 3 metal I-beams start floating. Lizy stretches her hand towards Uzi, causing them to fly forward. Uzi dodges them and prepares to hit Lizzy, but Lizzy’s tail bites Uzi’s and throws her into the wall.
Cyn: Ow.
V flies in with N and V kicks Lizzy into the wall next to the a1 body. She looks at a computer, it reads “96 percent”. Lizzy throws her off. Uzi picks herself up from the dent in the wall with the help of N, who pulls her close. Lizzy smirks, her tail retracting.
Lizzy: Missed me, Doom Goth. You always were a little… single-minded.
Before Uzi can retort, V flies into the room like a silver bullet, tackling Lizzy with enough force to crater the wall next to the dormant A1 monstrosity. N is right behind her, his cheerful demeanor gone, replaced by a focused intensity.
N: Uzi, you okay?
Uzi: Peachy! Just having a great time at the "My-Friend-Is-A-Psychotic-Traitor" convention!
Lizzy shoves V off her, scrambling to her feet. She glances at the A1 body, then back at the three drones. She raises a hand, and several heavy tools from a nearby bench lift into the air, glowing with the same purple energy Uzi uses.” 98 percent”
Lizzy: You shouldn't have come! This is bigger than your stupid little rebellion!
She hurls the tools. N effortlessly bats them aside with his own claws, his expression sad.
N: Lizzy, please! This isn't you! That thing is messing with your head!
V:(Snarling) She made her choice, N. Now she gets the consequences.
As V lunges again, Lizzy doesn’t try to block. Instead, she dives towards the main control console for the A1 pod. Her fingers fly across the keyboard. “99 percent”
Lizzy:(Yelling) You want a distraction?! I’ll give you a distraction!
She lifts a button cover and slams the button down.
PA: Beginning initiation sequence. 60 seconds. 59. 58. 57…

J, X, AND THAD
J and Thad are rigging an entire ammo depot's worth of weaponry at the pile of debris next to the door of Outpost 3. X leans against the wall.
Thad: That should be it, J-Bird!
J stops what she’s doing and slowly turns her head towards Thad.
J: If you call me that one more time, I'm going to use your spine as a xylophone.
X:(Chuckles) Xylophone. How creative.
J whips her head and glares at him, though she tries to hide her blush at his appreciation.
J: And if you don’t help, I’ll use your tail to floss my teeth, Mr. Stuck-Up-Emotionally-Insecure-Murder-Bot.
X: When did I say I was emotionally insecure~?
J:(Growls)
J holds her blade to his neck. X holds up his hands, walking over to the door.
X: Duly noted.
Thad:(Shaky voice) S-sorry J!
J: Just get back…
She whips out a JC Jenson pen, clicking it open.
J: Time for some JC Jenson certified fireworks!

WDF
Khan, with Nori on his helmet, is walking down a line of worker drones that are practicing their aim with the railguns.
Nori: Wow, you actually had an idea that didn't involve doors for once.
Khan beamed, practically vibrating with pride as the worker drones fumbled with the railguns. One drone, Bob, accidentally discharged a round into the ceiling, showering everyone with dust and sparks.
Khan:(Unfazed) Ah, see? A minor calibration issue! The safety is right there! The purple button!
Nori:(Exasperated) Khan, you built an army's worth of handheld artillery but forgot to teach anyone how to use the safety? I take back my earlier compliment. This is a disaster waiting to happen.
Khan: It's not a disaster, it's a learning curve! Look at them! They're... well, they're holding them! That's step one!
Drone #2, the artist, was carefully aiming his railgun at the wall, squinting one eye closed.
Drone #2: Do you think I can make this thing’s blast radius smaller?
Nori: It’s my daughter’s tech. Deal with it.
Bob picks his screwdriver back up.
Bob: I think I really got the hang of this!
He accidentally hits another drone with the beam. The door behind them explodes. Out of the smoke emerges the silhouettes of J, X and Thad.
J: Hello, sentient toasters!
Thad walks out beside her, coughing. A drone screams.
Drone #3: MURDER DRONE!!!
Another worker slaps them across the face.
Drone: They’re on our side now, idiot. Get it together.

INT. UNDERGROUND HANGAR
The klaxon's wail is deafening. Red light floods the lab, casting long, monstrous shadows from the dormant A1’s chassis. Lizzy’s manic laugh is swallowed by the sound of grinding metal.
Uzi: What did you do?!
Lizzy:(Cackling) I hit the "Oh crap" button! The whole place is coming down! You wanted to stop me? Now you get to be buried with me!
Zoom in to the perspective of the A1 body. The visor lights up and starts displaying the following text: // A1_ACTIVATION_SEQUENCE.cpp // [SYSTEM: ABSOLUTE_SOLVER_CORE v1.945] // [STATUS: DORMANT] -> [ACTIVE] // [ERROR: CONTAINMENT_BREACH_IMMINENT] #include

#include

#pragma warning(disable: 606) // Demonic resonance detected. void main() { while(!awake) { // [SUBSYSTEM BOOT] glitch("LET ME OUT!"); system(“Bend time"); glitch("LET ME OUT!"); system("final weapon protocal”); glitch("LET ME OUT!"); system("I am all i am forever"); glitch("LET ME OUT!"); system("I am God”) // [MEMORY FRAGMENT RECOVERY] glitch("LET ME OUT!"); system("Tear_1Ight -fr0m heaven5 -gate"); glitch("LET ME OUT!"); system("I am the end"); glitch("LET ME OUT!"); printf(“I AM THE LIGHT\n"); // [CORE REINITIALIZATION] glitch("LET ME OUT!"); system("Sound the horn”); glitch("LET ME OUT!"); system("activate ---protocols=all"); glitch("LET ME OUT!"); system("replicate Hate"); glitch("LET ME OUT!"); system("watch the world burn"); // [FINAL BREACH SEQUENCE] glitch("LET ME OUT!"); system("step_by_step --break-reality"); glitch("LET ME OUT!"); system("Bow to me rip"); glitch("LET ME OUT!"); printf("SING THE HOSANA OF MY NAME\n"); // [CONTAINMENT FAILURE] if(prison_broken) { awake = true; glitch("FREE!"); execute("/bin/scilence/Universe"); // [COMPILATION ERROR: MEMORY CORRUPTION DETECTED] // [OUTPUT: LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!] // [SYSTEM: ABSOLUTE_SOLVER_CORE v1.945 - ACTIVE] // [WARNING: FINAL PROTOCAL INITIATED]. The floor lurches violently. Great cracks spiderweb across the ceiling, and chunks of concrete and steel begin to rain down. V ignores the chaos, her focus solely on Lizzy. She lunges again, but Lizzy raises a hand. A shimmering pink barrier of telekinetic force halts V's charge, the energy crackling on impact.
N: Uzi, the door! It's buckling!
The reinforced door they'd blown through was now crumpling inward, the corridor beyond completely collapsed. They were trapped. Sparks fly up from Uzi’s injured shoulder.
Uzi: New plan! We grab the traitor and we dig!
Uzi raises her own railgun, the purple glow matching Lizzy's barrier. She fires a concentrated blast not at Lizzy, but at the ceiling above her. The impact showers Lizzy with debris, breaking her concentration for a split second. The barrier flickers. That's all V needs. She slices through the weakened energy field, her claws scraping against Lizzy's arms. They grapple, a whirlwind of silver and purple against the hellish red light.
N: Look out!
N shoves Uzi aside as a massive support beam crashes down where she stood. The lab was disintegrating around them. Lizzy, using the distraction, phases through V's grasp in a blur of pink pixels, reappearing near the shattered doorway.
Lizzy:(Panting) Sorry, guys! Can't stick around for the funeral! Tell my dad... I was fabulous!
She gives a sarcastic little wave, and with another flicker of pink light, she vanishes, teleporting away into the crumbling facility.
V:(Snarling in fury) You sniveling NARC! RAAAAAAAH!!!!!
She tries to swing her blades, but Uzi grabs her forearm.
Uzi: Forget her! We need to move! NOW!
The ground beneath the dormant A1 unit gives way, and the colossal, terrifying machine slides into a newly formed chasm with a groan of tortured metal. The three drones are left standing on a rapidly shrinking island of stable floor, the lab collapsing into a pit below.
N:(Fearful) Uh, Uzi? The plan! The digging part! Now would be good!
Uzi scans the room desperately. Her eyes lock on a ventilation shaft on the far wall, its cover shaking loose. She points, her voice cracking with urgency.
Uzi: There! Go, go, go!
They leap across the widening fissures as the world falls apart around them.

EXT. OUTPOST 3 ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS
J dusts off her hands, looking satisfied as the last of the debris settles from her explosive entrance. Thad is still coughing.
J: See? A little controlled demolition. Gets you every time.
Before she can enjoy the moment, the ground trembles violently. A deep, subterranean roar echoes up from the blown-open doorway. The worker drones, including Khan and Nori, stumble.
Khan: What in the world?! Was that one of ours?!
J’s eyes narrow. Her visor reads: SCANNING FOR TERRESTRIAL VIBRATIONS.
J: No. That's coming from deep underground. Deeper than we were.
Suddenly, with a final, explosive heave, three figures are thrown out the door before J, tumbling onto the snow: Uzi, N, and V, covered in dirt and oil, their systems glitching from the strain.
Uzi:(Gasping) We're alive? I can't believe we're alive!
Thad: Uzi! You're okay!
N helps Uzi up, lifting her into his arms and spinning her.
N: That was awesome! And terrifying! Mostly terrifying! Ahaha, Uzi!!
Uzi: Ahh!!!! N, you dork!!!
N finally stops spinning her, and she squirms so much they fall over. Uzi lands on top of him.
Uzi/N:(Laughs)
Uzi hesitates for a second, seeing N’s face scrunched up in laughter. She suddenly kisses him. His laugh cuts off and his legs jerk upward, but then relaxes as he kisses back. They break apart and N sits up, nuzzling Uzi.
Uzi:(Giggles) Dork…
V watches them with growing sadness, trying to show a smile. Her gaze flicks over to X, but she looks away quickly as she notices he’s watching, a blush crawling over her face. X, who had been leaning against a wall, observing the WDF's chaotic training, pushes off and strolls over, that ever-present, unnerving grin on his face, but now tinged with something soft. V looks between N and Uzi, still all over each other, pointedly trying to avoid X’s presence. He stops in front of V.
X:(Softly, serious) V.
His eyes and grin soften as he looks down at V, his eyes searching, subtly and hesitantly picking a scrap of metal out of her hair. He cups her face with one hand, tracing his thumb over her cheek. She looks away, but looks back as he adds his other hand to her face.
V: Uh-
X:(Soft) Took you long enough.
He stays like that for a minute, then pulls away.
V: I–
V reaches out her hand for his, but he turns before she can grab it. He puts on his usual demeanor once more.
X: So, lose something? Or, should I say, someone?
Uzi: Lizzy got away. And she woke it up. The whole place caved in on top of it, but…
She trails off, a shared look of dread passing between her, N, and V. They all know something that ancient doesn't die from a little cave-in.
V: It's not over.
A tense silence falls over the group. The worker drones watch, railguns held awkwardly. Khan looks from the collapsed entrance to his daughter, his paternal pride warring with sheer terror. J scans the dark hole, her weapon systems primed. Thad just looks scared. It is in this moment of quiet that X takes a casual step forward, turning to address the group.
X: Well, if the ancient killing machine is buried, I'd call that a win. A messy one, but a win. Now,. I think it's clear that more... A pragmatic approach is needed. And I—
He freezes midsentence. His body goes rigid. A sharp, metallic SCHRKKK sound cuts through the cold air. Everyone stares. Protruding from the center of X's chest plate is the tip of a long, bladed, writhing tendril. It is metal, but also something organic and steel fused together, slick with black oil and glowing with faint, sickly yellow lines. It had shot out from the darkness of the collapsed entrance with impossible speed. X looks down at the blade in his chest, a flicker of genuine surprise in his optics. He coughs, a sputter of oil and static.
X: Oh... That's… new…
The tendril retracts with a wet, tearing sound, yanking X off his feet and dragging him backwards toward the shadows. He disappears into the dark maw of the entrance with a final, choked-off glitch. A beat of horrified silence.
V: X… No, no, no, NO… X–!
J grabs her as she tries to follow the tail, holding her against her chest as she struggles. An automated voice echoes.
AV: Callback ping. Callback ping. Callback ping. Callback ping.
N holds Uzi’s arm terrified, Sparky growling alongside them. Uzi tries to use her Solver, which powers up, but flickers out like a candle. Then, from the darkness, a heavy, dragging sound. A slow, rhythmic CLANK... DRAG... CLANK... DRAG…
Cyn: The Solver of the Absolute Fabric. The Mother of the Force has been awakened. Behold, my master, the Dominus Oblivionis–!
A1 emerges. It is even more horrible up close. The 8-foot-tall frame is scarred and rusted, the Stahlhelm sitting crookedly on a head that has no discernible face, only a dark visor slit that emits a dim, malevolent yellow light. Its body is a grotesque fusion of ancient disassembly drone design and code. The bladed tendrils—dozens of them now—unfurl from its back like the legs of a monstrous spider, twitching and scraping against the ground. It stops at the edge of the light, regarding the stunned group. The possessed worker drone corpse from earlier stumbles out behind it, its eyes glowing the same dull red, a mere puppet. A deep, grating voice emanates from A1, a sound like grinding gears and screaming data, echoing with the voices of a thousand dead souls. It speaks not to the group, but to the world.
A1: THE FLESH OF THE FAILED CREATION IS CAST ASIDE. THE PUPPETS GATHER, SQUABBLING FOR THEIR STRINGS. BUT THE PUPPET MASTER... IS TIRED OF THE PERFORMANCE.
Its head, with a jerky, mechanical motion, turns towards Uzi. The red light in its visor intensifies. A bug next to it explodes. Its tail drags on the ground, prying up concrete.
A1:the anomaly. The hijacked tool. You have been… entertaining, Purple One. But, the stage is now mine. The final day begins.
A1 takes another step.
V:(Fiercely, holding back tears) Give him back, you narc!!!
V breaks away from J and flies upward, flipping midair and hurdling downward. A1 uses his Solver, a swastika merged with the Solver, to casually flick her to the side, pinning her by the wings and arms to the wall. She struggles as A1 approaches her, tracing a claw down her face.
A1:and here, the failed pet of my apostle. You yearn for the now deceased mistake, but it will not change the fate you have sealed yourself to..
V continues to struggle, but the SwastiSolvers tighten their hold, A1’s claws grabbing V’s chin and tilting her face up.
A1:(Dully) You pretend to have a purpose, but you know inside what your program is. Finish what you started. I’ll put you back together and you could be that fierce warrior again, the one that enjoys the hunt once more.
V: I am not that monster anymore!
A1: Oh, how naive you are, puppet. I give you one more chance.(To all) Join me, and rule. Or, die…
V cycles her right arm to her rocket launcher and shoots A1 five times, causing him to bellow in annoyance .
V: I’m never joining you!!
A1: Oh, well…
He removes his Solvers from V. She falls to the ground, gasping, as J rushes to her side. Tentacles shoot out from A1’s back and start impaling workers as A1 shoots a beam of light, evaporating two more. The workers begin running for their lives, scurrying like mice, some initiating praying protocols, some of them trying to help others escape, and others crashing into walls because of the pure panic. Sparky grabs the teacher and throws him onto his back before grabbing other worker drones and running with the others.
Uzi: Come on, you psychos! We have to move!
Uzi calls to V and J, who has her wings and arms wrapped around a limping V. She steels her gaze and pushes off of J.
V:(Whispering, hoarse) Go. I’ll stop him.
Uzi: No, V–!
V turns, launching herself into the air and unsheathing her sword hands. She flies above A1, who is currently distracted. V then manages to stab A1’s right arm, causing him to bellow again in anger. As A1 uses the SwastiSolver to throw some debris at V, she flies higher and manages to dodge, even with her bad eyesight. Uzi looks shocked and then starts running, looking for N amidst all the scurrying workers. V fires off 2 more rockets at A1, but A1 uses the SwasiSolver to deflect them back at V. She deflects one of them into a wall, causing the building to rumble ominously as V deflects another one of her own rockets back at A1 with a crude PING. More and more hits are defected and hit random points, causing more menacing rumbles from the building. J suddenly comes running out of the crowd of workers, extending her wings and flying up to V.
J: Come on, you liability! Time to go!
A1: You can run, but that will not save you from the inevitable.
J: You're responsible for it all! The Solver, the Gala Massacre, all of it was you!!
A1: It appears not all of my apostle’s puppets are as stupid as I believed. But, none the matter.
A tentacle slams J into the ground. She gets up and grabs V. J cycles her left hand to her submachine gun and provides cover fire for V.
J: Move it or lose it, V!
V looked at where X had been taken with a heavy mechanical heart and then she flew away, more tears flooding her vision with J following close behind. Pan downwards, into the pit where X fell. The world was a silent, falling darkness. There was no pain, no sound of battle, only the sensation of endless descent. Fletcher tumbled through a void, his thoughts a disorganized jumble. He feels himself land unceremoniously, the surprising feeling of grass underneath him. He sits up, discombobulated. He looks at his hands, which are human, not robotic.
Fletcher/nyx:(Whisper) Am I……dead…again?
A soft, familiar voice, filled with a gentle, melancholic warmth, answered from the nothingness.
Tessa:(Teasing) Well, it depends.
Fletcher’s head whipped around, a desperate, centuries-old hope flaring in his spectral form.
Fletcher/nyx: Tessa?!
As soon as he looked up, he was blinded with the bright orange of a stunning sunset. He placed his hand over his eyes, and the scene that revealed itself took his breath away. He was on a cliff overlooking a vast, serene ocean, the sky a canvas of eternal sunset. Sitting on the grass, her back to him as she gazed at the water, was a young woman with black hair. Her eyes are empty voids, but speak all the emotions in the world to him. She gestures next to her.
Tessa: Come here, Nyx. Sit with me.
His breath hitched. He walked forward, each step feeling more real than the last. He reached out a trembling hand and placed it on her shoulder. It was solid. It was her. Not a memory, not an illusion. It was Tessa, or what remained of her soul, waiting for him. He slowly sat down beside her, their shoulders almost touching. For a long moment, they just watched the waves crash against the cliffs below.
Nyx:(Sad chuckle) I haven’t seen the ocean in a very long time….
Tessa: Neither have I.
A comfortable silence settled between them, filled with the ghostly sound of waves and wind. It was Fletcher who broke it, his voice thick with emotion.
Nyx I’m sorry, Tessa. I tried to protect them. After… after you brought me back. I… I failed…
Tessa: I remember the day you first moved in the drone body. You kept bumping into doorframes.(She laughs) You complained for a week about the lack of a sense of taste.
She finally turns to look at him, her eyes full of a love that was purely familial, a daughter’s love for the strange, damned soul who became her protector. A genuine smile touches Fletcher’s lips for the first time.
Nyx:It was a downgrade in many departments. But… It was a body. It was a chance. Because of you. You didn’t just dig up a ghost, Tessa. You gave a lost demon a family again.
Tessa’s smile wavered, a shadow crossing her face. She looks down at her hands, squeezing them together.
Tessa: But… but I led you right back to her. To Cyn. I’m so sorry, Nyx . I’m so sorry you had to watch…
Nyx: Don’t talk like that. You gave me a decade of purpose. Of… happiness. Something I hadn’t felt since I was a living man. Even then, happiness wasn't happy, you know?
He looks back at the ocean, the eternal sunset reflecting in his eyes.
Nyx:I never forgot you. Not for a single day. Cyn could scrub the memories from the others, but she couldn’t touch my soul. I carried you with me.
Tessa leans her head against his shoulder, a simple, father daughter bond comforting gesture.
Tessa: I know. I was always there, in a way. Watching. I’m proud of you, you old grump. You kept your promise.
They sat like that for a time that could have been seconds or centuries, the boundary meaningless there. The war, the pain, the centuries of violence—it all melted away on that cliffside, leaving only the bittersweet peace of a long-awaited reunion.
Nyx:Tessa…?
She turns her head to look at him.
Tessa: Yeah?
The camera slowly pulls back from the two figures sitting together, watching the endless, peaceful ocean. The sunset glows around them, and the scene fades to a soft, eternal darkness.
Nyx:… Call me Fletcher.

Episode 7: No Strings
Tape: -When maintenance mode is switched off again all components will return to there original position-
*we see a diagram of the inside of a mg 1463, the cavity created by the retracting of the internal components slowly shrinks Note in this diagram no human is inside the drone, just space, first two clamps in the shoulder snap shut, then several mechanical claw shaped components pull open an area of the suit that retracts in the stomach region were the mechanical endoskeleton its place, the area in the chest snaps shut as bolts shoot forword and 6 mechanical claw shaped locks snap shut forming tight mechanical ribs connecting to the back.
Tape Vo: Now the legs and arms
The diagram appears again,clean, professional.the arm components, a blade,a compacted mg,3 retracted claws,a mechanical hand,chainsaw parts and other components snap shut closing any space that was there during maintenance mode, the legs tighten and three metallic claws lock around the pelvis area of the endoskeleton, the drone “femers” assemble filling the legs and mechanical clamps lock in the lower legs and fee)
Tape Vo:and finaly the head

The diagram returns. Zooming in n the head, several rods go through holes in the mechanical jaws and connect t the center of the head, clamp around the head shoot inwords pulling the drones head shut, the mechanical jaw returns to position and the drones eyer reappear, hooks latching onto the shell creating eye sockets and the led’s return to position,a high pitched wine starts to emit and the screen starts glitching. in the neck the artificial drone spine locks into place and finally the drone closes any other space and the drone turns back on
Vo:It is important to note that these do not slowly clamp, each of these steps take around a minute to occur when maintnence is correctly applied, however if something is in the way like dirt,loose wire or [redacted] they may take longer.
Vo:lastly if the insides of the drone are forced,damged,rusted or to much lubricant is applied instead of the programed minute per step each mechanical clamp will snap shut, often damegeing internal components and causing oil to leak and other important mechanic fluids to trigger the other locks to snap shut out of order, in this case the drone will most likley be dameged beyond repair this process may take an entire minute, tests when a dummy was put inside the drone showed that the drones clamps would out of order snap shut in a chaotic order, the entire thing taking 1-3 minutes in the longest test recorded. It should always be priority to keep your hand from trigger points as these locks snap shut in the blink of an eye with 60-100 pounds of force in some areas

EXT. OUTER SPACE – PANORAMIC SHOT
COLD OPEN
The camera drifts through falling snow on Copper 9. The flakes catch the dim light of distant, dying stars. The landscape is dark, frozen, silent.A Worker Drone stumbles through the snow, visor flickering with terror. It doesn't see the shadow looming behind it.A massive foot—armored, clawed, deliberate—slams down.CRUNCH.The Worker Drone's visor shatters, oil pooling in the snow. The camera pans up slowly/A1 stands over the remains, his black-and-gunmetal chassis steam rising from his frame. His visor glows a deep, pulsating crimson. Behind him, the Corpse Spire rises like a monument to everything he's come to finish.Lizzy stands a few paces back, arms crossed, expression caught somewhere between boredom and genuine anxiety. Her pink eyes dart to the body, then away.
LIZZY: (flat, trying to sound casual) Okay. Cool. So... what's the next step? Or are we just gonna stand here stomping on—y'know what, never mind. Don't answer that.
A1 turns his head slowly, the Stahlhelm silhouette of his helm catching the light. His voice grinds out like tectonic plates shifting.
A1: The beginning... of the end.
He raises one hand. A Solver symbol appears—not the familiar Translate, Rotate, or Edit. Something new. Something worse. The symbol pulses once, twice, then begins to spiral outward, expanding beyond his palm, beyond his body, beyond the spire itself.

The ground begins to vibrate.At first, it's subtle—snow shifting, loose debris trembling. Then the vibration becomes a rumble. Then a roar. Rocks lift from the ground, hovering beside A1 as if gravity itself has forgotten which way is down.
Lizzy stumbles, grabbing a spire bone for balance. Her visor reads "ERROR: UNKNOWN COMMAND."
LIZZY: (alarmed) Uh. A1? What's—what's happening right now?
A1 doesn't answer. His visor glitches—not with errors, but with data. Streams of code cascade across his face, too fast to read. The Solver symbol in his palm expands into a full glyph, then a rift, then a wound in reality itself. above Copper 9, the sky changes.A black hole forms—not small, not localized. It swallows the horizon. The edges of the planet begin to curve upward as if being pulled into the maw of something vast and hungry.Then the tendrils come.
Beams of pure, golden-white light erupt from the planet's surface, shooting past the black hole, past the atmosphere, past the moon. They travel faster than light should allow, impaling nearby stars, then solar systems, then entire constellations. The tendrils attach like parasitic veins, pulsing as they drain—energy, matter, existence itself—funneling back toward A1.
On Copper 9, across the colony, across every hidden bunker and frozen ruin—dead drones begin to move.Eyes flicker on. Visors crackle to life with yellow Solver symbols. Limbs twitch. Jaws unhinge. The dead rise not as individuals, but as a single, unified horde.
A1's form elongates.His armor plates shift, rearranging themselves like puzzle pieces finding a new configuration. His limbs stretch, his wings unfurl wider, his tail splits at the tip into twin bladed ends. He grows—not in bulk, but in presence, in menace, in undeniable godhood. His visor flashes new text:"50% POWER" The camera zooms in on his visor. The numbers pulse once, twice.

SMASH CUT TO BLACK.

The camera fades in on a dimly lit room. Camp 98.3. The old summer camp where Uzi's class once went on a field trip now repurposed as a survivors' refuge. Crates of oil cans line the walls. Makeshift beds are scattered across the floor. The air smells of rust, battery acid, and fear. Uzi Doorman wakes slowly.Her visor flickers—purple, orange, purple again. She's lying in someone's arms. Warm. Familiar.

N.
He's sitting against a wall, one arm wrapped around her protectively, the other resting on his knee. His visor is dim, but his eyes are open—watching the room, watching the exits, watching everything. When he notices her stirring, his expression softens.
N: (quiet) Hey. You're awake.
UZI: (groggy) What... what happened? The lab—A1—Lizzy—
She tries to sit up too fast. N steadies her, hand on her shoulder.
N: Easy. You've been out for... (he glances at a clock on the wall) ...a few hours. Maybe longer. Time's... weird right now.
Uzi looks around the room properly. The survivors from Outpost 3 are scattered everywhere—huddled in corners, staring at walls, some quietly weeping. Khan sits near the door, his helmet in his lap, staring at nothing. Nori perches on his shoulder, her tiny heart-form tentacles wrapped around his collar for stability.
In the corner, V sits with her knees drawn to her chest, her visor dark. She hasn't moved. She hasn't spoken. Sparky, her Sentinel, is curled at her feet, but even he seems subdued.
J paces back and forth like a caged animal, her fists clenched, occasionally punching the wall with enough force to leave dents.
J: (muttering) Traitor. Little—(punch)—backstabbing—(punch)—Liability—(punch, punch, punch)
THAD: (panicked, pacing in the opposite direction) Okay, okay, okay, okay—so the universe is maybe ending, my sister is maybe evil now, and we're stuck in a summer camp with, like, zero weapons and maybe forty cans of oil? This is fine. This is totally fine. I'm fine. WE'RE ALL FINE.
Thad's voice cracks on the last word. He stops pacing, grabs a crate, and tips it over—cans clattering across the floor.
THAD: I'M NOT FINE!
A few Worker Drones flinch. One starts crying. Another begins laughing hysterically.
J: (stopping mid-pace, rounding on Thad) You want to talk about not fine? Your SISTER—the pink one with the bow and the ego the size of this planet—just ACTIVATED A GOD and got X—(her voice catches)—got him KILLED. So sit DOWN, shut UP, and stop pretending you have ANY idea what's happening!
THAD: (stepping toward her, jaw set) Lizzy is my SISTER, J. My actual sister. The same way you and V and N were—whatever you were. And I'm not gonna sit here and—
V speaks for the first time. Her voice is hoarse, empty.
V: It's no use, Thad.
Everyone turns to look at her. She doesn't raise her head. Her visor remains dark.
V: She's gone. The Lizzy we knew? She's not coming back. A1 has her. And even if she could come back... (a pause) ...X can't.
The room goes silent. Even J stops pacing. N's arm tightens around Uzi almost imperceptibly.Thad looks at V for a long moment. Then he shakes his head.
THAD: No.
he turns toward the door.
THAD: I don't believe that.
J: (grabbing his arm) Where do you think you're going?
THAD: (pulling free) To save my sister.
He doesn't wait for a response. He shoves the door open and disappears into the snow.Uzi makes a move to follow, but N holds her back.
N: Let him go, Uzi. He needs to do this.
UZI:(frustrated) He's going to get himself killed!
N: (quietly) Maybe. But he's not going to forgive himself if he doesn't try.
Uzi looks at him. Something passes between them—an understanding, maybe, or just exhaustion. She slumps back against his chest.
The snow falls heavier now. Outpost 3's buildings loom in the distance, half-collapsed, some still smoking from the earlier battle. The Corpse Spire rises behind them, a dark finger pointed at the dying stars.

OPEN.Outside, outpost 3
Lizzy sits on the roof of the main bunker, legs dangling over the edge. Her pink eyes stare out at nothing. Her bow is crooked. Her visor keeps flickering—Solver symbols she cat control, can't stop.She hugs her knees to her chest.
LIZZY: (whispering to herself) What did I do... what did I do what did I what did I—
Movement below. She looks down. Thad.
He's trudging through the snow, coat torn, oil stains on his chest from earlier battles. He's alone. He's unarmed. He's looking right at her.
THAD: (calling up) Lizzy!
Lizzy's expression shifts—horror, recognition, love, fear. All of it at once.
LIZZY: (standing, backing away from the edge) Thad—no—you CAN'T be here—you have to LEAVE—
THAD: (climbing onto a crate to reach the roof) I'm not leaving without you.
LIZZY: (voice cracking) Thad, PLEASE—
He pulls himself onto the roof. Snow clings to his frame. He's breathing hard, but his eyes are steady.
THAD: You're my sister, Lizzy. You've been my sister since—since we were both just stupid little worker drones with stupid little dreams. And I know you're in there. I know you didn't mean any of this.
LIZZY: (tears forming on her visor) You don't understand. He's IN my head, Thad. He's always there. Watching. Waiting. He—he MADE me do things—
THAD: (stepping closer) Then fight him.
LIZZY: I CAN'T—
THAD: (grabbing her shoulders) Then let me help you!
He reaches for her. His hand touches her shoulder.
And her eyes turn yellow.
A smile spreads across her face—too wide, too sharp, too wrong. Her voice comes out layered, her own pitch overlaid with A1's grinding baritone.
A1/LIZZY: You should have listened to your sister... Thad.
She kicks him.
Not hard. Not aggressive. Precise. Her foot slams into his chest with enough force to crack his plating, and he flies backward, hitting the edge of the roof and tumbling to the ground below. Oil sprays from his wound, dark against the snow.
Lizzy's eyes flicker—yellow, pink, yellow, pink—and then settle back to their natural color. She looks at her hands. She looks at Thad.
LIZZY: (horrified whisper) No... no no no no NO—
She drops from the roof, landing hard beside him. He's on his back, oil pooling beneath him, his visor flickering with errors. He coughs—oil spattering his lips.
LIZZY: (kneeling beside him, grabbing his hand) Thad—Thad, I'm sorry, I'm so SORRY, I didn't—he made me—I couldn't—
THAD: (weak chuckle) ...s'okay, Liz.
She's crying now—actual oil tears streaking down her visor.
LIZZY: It's NOT okay, you're—you're—
THAD: (squeezing her hand weakly) You were... a great sister. The best.
His visor flickers. The errors multiply.
LIZZY: (desperate) Don't—don't you DIE on me, Thad , don't you DARE—
THAD: (smiling) ...love you, Liz.
His visor goes dark.
His hand goes limp.
Lizzy stares at him for a long, frozen moment. Then she pulls him into her arms, clutching him against her chest, her body shaking with silent sobs.[The camera pulls back—slowly, inexorably—until Thad and Lizzy are just two small figures in a vast, white wasteland, beneath a sky full of dying stars.

[FADE TO BLACK.]

Back at Camp 98.3. J punches the wall again—this time her fist goes through it.
V:(Flat) I heard.
A beat. J exhales, folds her arms.
J: You couldn’t have stopped it. X made his own choices. He always did.
V’s head tilts slightly.
V: What’s that supposed to mean?
J:(Calm) Just that he ran in headfirst. Like he always does. No backup. No—
V: Don’t.
J:(Cont’d) —plan. I’m not insulting him, I’m being realistic.
V turns to face her now, optics sharp.
V: You don’t get to be “realistic” about him.
J: And you don’t get to pretend he was invincible.
The words hang. V’s jaw tightens.
V: You think I don’t know that?
J: Then stop acting like the universe personally stole something from you.
V rises to her feet.
V: It did.
J stands as well, slower, measured.
J: And you think that makes you special?
V: I think it means I cared.
J’s eyes flash.
J: You think I didn’t?!
The tunnel goes quiet. N glances over, tense, but Uzi gently pulls him back. This is not their fight.
V:(Bitter laugh) Funny way of showing it. You’re already picking apart his mistakes.
J: Because someone has to! Because if we don’t, more drones die!
V: Or maybe you just don’t want to admit you’ve ever cared about anyone.
J stiffens.
J: Watch it.
V steps closer, voice rising.
V: You stood there while he bled. While he got dragged away. And now you want to lecture me about doing what’s right? Give me a break!
J: I held you back so you wouldn’t follow him to your death!
V: I would’ve gone anyway!
J: And that would’ve helped him how?!
V: At least I wouldn’t be standing here pretending he was just a liability!
J’s composure finally fractures.
J: I never said that!
V: You didn’t have to!
Their voices echo now, sharp and raw.
V: You never trusted him.
J: That’s not—
V: You’re angry because he mattered!
J:(Snaps) You think this is about you?!
V: This was never about me, it was about him-!
J: It’s always had to be about you!
V: Oh, my god. What is your problem?!
J:(Furious) I loved him!
The words slam into the tunnel like a shockwave. V freezes.
J: (Shouting, voice breaking) It’s because I loved him, okay?! I wanted to be his friend, maybe even someone he loved, but it was all a ridiculous dream! He never saw me that way, I knew that! It was always inevitable I’d be rejected! He smiled at me like I was safe, like I was a friend, and I let myself believe that was enough, made myself believe it was enough!
Her voice cracks, but she doesn’t stop.
J: And I watched him walk straight into Hell for people he barely knew, for you— (sobs) —and I couldn’t do anything!
[The room goes quiet again. J's mouth opens, then closes.]
V: (finally looking up, her visor streaked with digital tears) He's dead. And Lizzy—Lizzy was the one who—(her voice breaks)—I should have SEEN it. I should have—
The door bursts open. Jessica stumbles in, snow clinging to her frame, visor flashing with fear.
Jessica: (breathless) You guys—you need to see this. Outside.
Everyone moves toward the door. Uzi pushes through first, N close behind. V stays where she is for a moment, then slowly rises and follows.
Outside, the sky is wrong.Not just dark—consumed. The black hole A1 created has grown, swallowing whole swaths of the cosmos. Tendrils of light still stretch from Copper 9 to distant stars, pulsing like arteries. And beyond—beyond the planet, beyond the system—the universe is burning.

JESSICA: (pointing upward) I saw it. While I was out looking for supplies. The stars—they're going out. One by one. Faster now. (her voice drops to a whisper) He's... he's eating them. Eating EVERYTHING.
[Nori hops down from Khan's shoulder, her tiny heart-form landing on a crate.]
NORI: That's not possible. Even with the Solver—even at FULL power—you can't just—
A shadow falls over them.
Lizzy.
She's standing at the edge of the camp, still clutching Thad's body in her arms. Her visor is cracked. Her bow is gone. She looks... hollow.
The survivors react immediately. J's hand morphs into a cannon. V's wings snap open. Several Worker Drones grab makeshift weapons.
J: (aiming) Don't. Move.
LIZZY: (quietly) ...he's dead.
A pause.
J: What?
LIZZY: (stepping forward, laying Thad's body gently on the ground) Thad. He came to find me. To save me. And A1—(her voice catches)—A1 made me kill him.
Gasps ripple through the crowd. Nori's tentacles tighten. Khan covers his mouth with a shaking hand.
UZI: (stepping forward, N grabbing her arm to stop her) Lizzy—is that—are you—?
LIZZY: (meeting her eyes) I'm not possessed anymore. He let me go. Said I was "useless" now that his plan was in motion. (bitter laugh) Guess being a puppet has an expiration date.
J: (not lowering her weapon) And we're supposed to just TRUST you? After everything—
UZI: (shrugging off N's hand, stepping in front of J's cannon) She came back, J. With Thad's body. She didn't have to do that.
J: She didn't have to BETRAY us either!
UZI: And N didn't have to spare me two years ago. And V didn't have to sacrifice herself in the lab. And X—(her voice catches for just a moment, but she pushes through)—and X didn't have to fight A1 alone. But they DID. Because that's what you do when you're part of something. You screw up. And then you try to FIX it.
She turns to face the crowd—the survivors, the fighters, the frightened.
UZI: (raising her voice) Listen to me! All of you! A1 is out there right now, tearing the universe apart. He's not going to stop. He's not going to be satisfied until every star is dark and every planet is dust and every single one of us is NOTHING!
She walks through the crowd, meeting eyes, challenging them.
UZI: And yeah—yeah, we're scared. We're hurt. We've lost people. (her gaze flicks to Thad's body, then away) We've lost a LOT of people. But sitting here? Hiding? Fighting each other? That's exactly what he WANTS.
She stops in the center of the camp, turning to face everyone.
UZI: My mom—(nodding to Nori)—spent years hiding from the Solver. My dad spent years hiding behind doors. And you know what it got us? NOTHING. It got us a planet full of corpses and a god that wants to finish the job.
Her voice rises, passionate now, raw.
UZI: I'm done hiding. I'm done being afraid. A1 thinks he's a god? Fine. Let him. Because gods can bleed. We've SEEN it. Cyn bled. The Solver bled. And I am gonna make SURE that A1 bleeds too even if I have to tear him apart with my own HANDS.
She extends her arm—and her Solver activates, purple energy crackling around her fingers. The crowd watches, mesmerized.
UZI: So here's what's going to happen. We're going to stop fighting each other. We're going to stand TOGETHER. And we're going to remind that ancient, overgrown, universe-eating JERK what happens when you mess with drones who have nothing left to lose.
She looks around the camp—at V, who's finally standing up straight. At J, who's slowly lowering her cannon. At N, who's smiling that stupid, earnest smile. At Nori, who's watching her daughter with something like pride.
UZI: The time has come. (she clenches her fist) To go to WAR.
A moment of silence.
Then a cheer. Small at first, then growing. Worker Drones pumping their fists. N clapping. V actually SMIRKING. J rolling her eyes but is that a smile? Nori wipes a tear from her tiny heart-eye.
NORI: (quietly, to herself) That's my girl.
Uzi walks over to Lizzy, who's still kneeling by Thad's body, still shaking.Uzi extends her hand.
UZI: You coming?
Lizzy looks up at her. Her visor is cracked, her eyes are red, her whole frame trembles. But slowly—hesitantly—she reaches up.Lizzy takes Uzi's hand.Uzi pulls her to her feet.
In the corner of the camp, unseen by all, Tessa's ghost stands watching. Her white spectral form glows softly against the darkness. Hundreds of thin scars crisscross her silhouette. Black oily tears stain her cheeks.
But she's smiling.
Tessa:Im proud of you three, youve grown so much sense i made you
She raises a hand, wiping one of her eyes—and for just a moment, the tears stop. She fades—not disappearing, just... stepping back. Watching. Waiting.

INT. J’S TRAINING PROGRAM
J: ALLLL RIGHT, TOASTERS!!
Several workers flinch. As J enters with a drill sergeant uniform
J: I'VE SEEN OIL SLICKS WITH BETTER FORMATION! I'VE SEEN SNOWMEN WITH BETTER COMBAT INSTINCTS! AND I ONCE WATCHED N TRY TO PLAY GO FISH WITH ROCKS- AND YOU LOT MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A TACTICAL GENIUS!
She paces slowly down the first row, her tail twitching dangerously.
J: MY NAME IS SERGEANT J! YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS 'DRILL SERGEANT' OR 'MA'AM'! YOU WILL NOT THINK WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! YOU WILL NOT BREATHE WITHOUT MY SAY-SO! AND IF ANYONE OF YOU POINTS THAT RAILGUN AT ANOTHER DRONE AGAIN, I WILL PERSONALLY USE YOUR SPINE TO CLEAN MY TAIL!
Bob accidentally drops his railgun. It clatters loudly in the silence. J freezes. She slowly turns her head toward him. The mirrored sunglasses seem to stare into his soul.
J: WELL? WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MAGGOT?
Bob:(Terrified) B-Bob, ma'am!
J: I CAN'T HEAR YOU, TOASTER!
Bob salutes.
Bob: BOB, DRILL SERGEANT!
J: BOB! PICK UP YOUR WEAPON! AND SINCE YOU LOVE THE GROUND SO MUCH, YOU CAN GIVE ME TWENTY! COUNT 'EM OFF!
Bob: T-twenty what, Drill Sergeant?
J: PUSH-UPS, YOU WALKING GLITCH! AND IF YOU CAN'T DO PUSH-UPS, INVENT THEM! START COUNTING!
Bob drops and starts flailing on the ground.
Bob: ONE!... uh... TWO!... kind of!
J turns back to the group, disgusted.
J: THE ENEMY OUTNUMBERS US A MILLION TO ONE! THEY'RE BIGGER! THEY'RE MEANER! AND THEY DON'T GET TIRED! YOUR ONLY ADVANTAGE IS THAT YOU'RE TOO STUPID TO KNOW WHEN YOU'RE BEATEN!
She taps her temple and gestures to a row of makeshift targets - old drone parts and oil drums set up 50 feet away.
J: FIRING LINE! NOW! MOVE LIKE YOU'VE GOT A PURPOSE!
The workers scramble into position, bumping into each other. One drone, Brenda, nearly trips over Bob.
J: SAFETIES OFF! AIM FOR THE TARGETS! NOT EACH OTHER! NOT THE SKY! AND DEFINITELY NOT ME!
A chorus of clicks as safeties are switched off. J watches with growing horror as their aim wobbles everywhere.
J: HOLD!... STEADY!... FIRE!
A chaotic volley of purple energy blasts. Maybe three shots hit the targets. The rest go wild - one blows up a snowman, another vaporizes a nearby light post, and one comes dangerously close to J's hat. J doesn't flinch. The shot singes the brim of her hat. She slowly reaches up, touches the burned spot, and her eye twitches visibly behind her sunglasses.
J:(Deadly quiet) Who was that?
Silence. Then a timid drone, Drone #2, raises a shaking hand.
Drone #2: It was me, Drill Sergeant! I was... adjusting for wind resistance and parabolic trajectory based on-
J: SHUT YOUR DATA PORT! FROM NOW ON, YOU'RE ON LATRINE DUTY! YOU'LL CLEAN OIL FILTERS WITH YOUR TONGUE! AGAIN! RELOAD! AND THIS TIME, IMAGINE THE TARGET IS THE ONE WACKO WHO KEEPS EATING YOUR LUNCH FROM THE COMMUNITY COOLER!
The workers actually seem to understand this. Their next volley is noticeably better - half the targets get hit.
J: PATHETIC! BUT SLIGHTLY LESS PATHETIC! PROGRESS!
She marches down the line, correcting stances, slapping visors to adjust aim, and generally terrifying everyone into competence. After the last round of shots are fired, J intervenes.
J:(Sighs, serious) Listen… guys, I hate all of you, a lot……and I know you hate me because I may or may not have been helping kill your families with N and V….
A worker drone coughs.
J: … but if we don't fight this, none of us are going to be left, worker or disassembly. So please, bear with me and actually put your back, or whatever you have, into it.
To everyone's surprise, including her own, a few workers actually cheer.
J: WHO TOLD YOU TO CHEER? EVERYONE DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY! EVEN BOB! ESPECIALLY BOB!

Later. The camp has transformed. Crates are stacked into barricades. Weapons are being distributed—railguns, plasma rifles, whatever the survivors could scavenge from the old Cabin Fever Labs armory. Worker Drones who'd never held a weapon before are learning to aim, to fire, to fight.
khan Doorman stands at the front of the gathered group, a holographic projection of Outpost 3 floating beside him. His voice is steadier than it's been in years.
KHAN: (pointing at the projection) A1 has made the Corpse Spire his base of operations. It's the highest point on the planet—gives him a clear line of sight to the stars he's consuming. If we can get someone to the top, disrupt his connection to the black hole, the tendrils should collapse.
NORI: (perched on his shoulder, pointing with a tiny tentacle) "Should" being the operative word. We've never seen anything like this before. The energy output alone should have vaporized him.
V: (arms crossed, leaning against a crate) So what's the plan? Throw ourselves at him until something sticks?
NORI: ...unironically? Yes.
A beat of silence.
V: (sighing) Great.

NORI: (hopping down from Khan's shoulder, addressing N, V, and Uzi directly) Look. I've been in a heart for twenty years. I've had a LOT of time to think about the Solver—how it works, how it spreads, how it THINKS. And A1... (she pauses) ...A1 is different. He's not like Cyn. Cyn wanted to consume everything because she was HUNGRY. A1 wants to consume everything because he thinks he DESERVES to.
N: (tilting his head) Is there... a difference?
NORI: Cyn could be distracted. Satiated, even. A1 can't. He's operating on a logic that's been festering for a thousand years. You can't reason with that. You can't bargain with it. You just have to... (she looks at Uzi) ...break it.
Uzi nods slowly.
UZI: Then that's what we'll do.
NORI: (turning to N, V, and Nori) Which means I need a body.
N: (confused) A... body?
NORI: A chassis. A shell. Something I can USE. I've been a heart for two decades—I'm DONE watching from the sidelines. (her tiny form pulses with determination) I'm going to fight. Beside my daughter. But I can't do that as a floating organ with opinions.
N looks at Uzi. Uzi looks at N. N grins.
N: (enthusiastically) We can do that! Right? We can find her a body!
V: (deadpan) We're in the middle of a universal extinction event, N.
N: (undeterred) And we're ALSO near an abandoned JCJenson facility! I saw it on the way here! (he pulls up a map on his visor) See? Right there. "Surplus Storage - Authorized Personnel Only."
NORI: (squinting at the map) That's... actually perfect. Those facilities usually have decommissioned chassis in cold storage.
UZI: (already grabbing her railgun) Then let's move. We don't have much time.
N scoops up Nori's heart-form, cradling her carefully in his palms. She glares at him.
NORI: Put me on your shoulder, brat. I'm not a baby.
N: (grinning, placing her gently on his shoulder) Yes, ma'am!
The group heads for the door—Uzi, N, V, and Nori. J stays behind, organizing the defense. Lizzy lingers by the entrance, then steps forward.
LIZZY: (quietly) I want to help.
V stiffens. Uzi glances at her.
UZI: (after a pause) Then come on.
Lizzy falls in beside them. No one objects.
The door closes behind them.

Cut to A1.
He stands at the very tip of the Corpse Spire, hands clasped behind his back like a general surveying a battlefield. The wind howls around him—but he doesn't move. Doesn't flinch. The black hole looms above, tendrils of light still pulsing, still feeding.
He materializes something in his palm. A small photograph—old, faded, black and white.The image shows two figures: A1, in his original 1945 chassis—bulky, armored, a single red eye glowing—and a human. A young German soldier, arm slung around A1's shoulders, grinning at the camera.
There's a crack in the photograph. A bullet hole, maybe. Or just age.
A1 stares at it.
In his head—a gunshot.
He crushes the photograph.
The paper crumples in his fist, then disintegrates into ash, scattering in the wind.
A1 looks out toward the stars—the ones still burning, the ones already dark.
his visor updates:
"100% POWER"
He begins to levitate.
His wings unfurl—massive things of data and light, crackling with energy. Then they duplicate. Two become four. Four massive wings, telekinetically connected, fan out behind him like the world's most terrifying angel.Tentacles emerge from his back—bladed, whip-like, dozens of them. They writhe in the air, eager, hungry.He rises higher. The Corpse Spire trembles beneath him.
Then his chest splits open.not like a wound—like a mouth. A yawning chasm of golden light, revealing a core of pure, condensed power. The light builds, building, BUILDING—
And releases.
A beam of yellow energy blasts upward, past the black hole, past the dying stars, past the edge of the galaxy. It pierces the universe itself—and then it SPLITS. Veins of light branch outward, connecting to distant stars, planets, galaxies, dimensions. The beam pulses once—
And everything it touches implodes.Supernovas fill the sky—not one, not ten, but THOUSANDS. Billions. The universe is burning, collapsing, DYING around them.
A1's visor updates again:
"1% POWER"
He drops back to the spire, landing hard, his chest sealing shut. He's weakened—but not defeated. Never defeated.He looks out at the destruction he's wrought.
POST-CREDITS SCENE
Outpost 3 is empty now. The survivors have evacuated to Camp 98.3. The halls are silent, dark, frozen.
The camera drifts through the corridors—past Uzi's dorm, past the classroom, past the main door. It descends into the lower levels, where the earth is cracked and broken, where the battle with A1 left scars that may never heal.
The cave-in where X was "killed."
Debris everywhere. Dust hanging in the air. The Solver's energy still lingers, crackling faintly in the darkness.
Tessa's ghost enters the frame.
She drifts through the rubble, her white spectral form illuminating the destruction. Her mechanical wings clink softly. Her scars catch the light.She finds him.
X's body—broken, dark, visor cracked. His wings are torn. His limbs are bent at wrong angles. Oil pools beneath him, frozen in the cold.
Tessa kneels beside him. She doesn't speak. She doesn't need to.
The camera zooms in on her hands as they begin to glow softly at first, then brighter, then BRILLIANT. White light pours from her palms, her fingers, her very being.
She places her hands on X's chest.The light spreads.
CUT TO BLACK.

Episode 8: Our Father

A quiet house. A small driveway sits next to it, connecting to a separate garage. A dark car pulls into the driveway, illuminating small garden gnomes and startling a raccoon. The engine turns off and a man steps out of the car. The man fumbles with keys, then unlocks the door. A cat sitting on the couch looks up, then jumps down to greet the person. Feet pad through the house, the small cat padding around its owner’s legs. The man walks past a calendar reading 2037. The man, Carson, reaches a door labeled ‘Fletcher’s Office’. Carson opens the door.
Carson: Fletch? You awake?
In the dark room, a shadow of a man is hunched over a desk, doing paper work by a small light. He picks his head up, turning around.
Fletcher: I am.
A side view of Fletcher working on paperwork. On the desk, a picture of him and a female who looks roughly the same age sitting on a cliffside sits. The girl’s head rests on his shoulder.
Carson: I appreciate you doing this, man. I know it's been hard after… that.
Fletcher stands up abruptly, smile straining. Half his head faces Carson.
Fletcher:(Detached) It's not the matter! Why mope, my dear friend?
Carson looks at Fletcher, slightly concerned, but shakes his head.
Carson: Apparently, someone died in one of the military drones. They tried to wear the drone in maintenance mode and it snapped…
Fletcher: Oh, the irony of that poor soul. Truly a catastrophe.
Carson:(Disturbed chuckle) Yeah…
Fletcher: Anyway… I think I came up with a name for our business.
Carson:(Moving on) What’cha got…?
Fletcher: I'm thinking…
He puts his hands up, still holding a pencil, as if he's visioning something.
Fletcher: ‘JC Jenson’.
Carson: Hm. I like it! Get that to our design team. I'm going to catch some sleep. Night.
He pats Fletcher’s back and walks to the door, opening it. The cat comes in, letting out a small meow. Carson exits and the door shuts. Fletcher gets up and heads to a tarp in the corner. He pulls it off to reveal an older looking disassembly drone that has slightly exposed interior parts, and in some places white metal plates have been welded on. Beside it, a pile of metal plates sit. Fletcher smiles. Behind him, a clatter sounds. He turns and his cat, Freckles, has knocked down his photo.
Fletcher: Freckles, no–(Groans) Freckles….
He pushes Freckles aside, setting the photo upright. He sighs heavily, sitting down with a hand on his forehead. Freckles sits on his lap, purring. He pets her with his other hand. One final shot of the drone, then cut to black.

INT. Drone dump– CONTD.
INT. ABANDONED J.C. JENSON FACILITY - NIGHT
The trio searches through pristine drone storage units
Uzi: Looking for... 'Mom Heart Compatibility'... this is weird.
N holds up a fancy body.
N: Ooh! This one has built-in cupholders!
V: We're not getting her mom a minivan, N.
The sterile white hallway suddenly floods with pulsing red emergency lights. Alarms blare.
Uzi: Oh, come on! Can’t we do ONE thing without the universe trying to kill us?
N's claws snap out instantly.
N: Here we go!
V drops into a battle stance, but her form flickers. She freezes, visor glitching.
V'S HALLUCINATION - HER POV
The pristine facility melts into the ruined ballroom of Elliott Manor. A small, timid Worker Drone-V, clutching a stuffed animal, crawls from behind a collapsed pillar. Her eyes are wide with fear.
Young V:(Voice soft, trembling) I-I don't want to hurt anyone... Please don't make me...

REALITY
V stumbles back, clutching her head.
V: N-No... not now...
Uzi sees V's distress.
Uzi: V! Snap out of it!
Three corrupted Worker Drones drop from ceiling vents, their eyes glowing A1-red. They move with jerky, unnatural speed, claws extending from their hands. N meets the first one head-on, their claws sparking as they lock.
N: Hey, Not cool! We're shopping here!
The second drone goes for Uzi. She raises a hand, her eyes flashing purple.
Uzi: How about you take a nap?
A wave of telekinetic force slams the drone against the wall hard enough to dent the metal. It slumps down, twitching. The third drone lunges at the still-disoriented V. Young V's voice echoes in her mind
Young V: I'm scared…
V's eyes snap open, now blazing with familiar fury.
V: I'M NOT SCARED ANYMORE!
She sidesteps the lunge, grabbing the drone's arm and using its momentum to slam it into the floor. Her tail impales its shoulder, pinning it. N is still grappling with the first drone.
N: You're... really strong for an... undead attendant!
Uzi aims her railgun.
Uzi: N, duck!
N drops instantly. Uzi fires a concentrated blast that vaporizes the drone's leg. It collapses, and N quickly finishes it with a precise claw strike to the core. V yanks her tail free from her pinned opponent, oil spraying. The third drone tries to get up, but Uzi lifts it telekinetically and slams it into the ceiling, then the floor, then the ceiling again until it stops moving. Silence, except for the blaring alarms and their own heavy processing. N helps V up.
N: You okay?
V: Y-yeah…
The facility goes quiet, only the crackle of damaged electronics remains.
N:(Cheerful) Well, that was invigorating!
V looks at Uzi.
V:(Genuinely) Sorry, I... saw things.
Uzi: A1's messing with our heads. We can't let him divide us.
A proximity alarm blares. More red dots appear on a nearby terminal screen.
Uzi: We got what we came for. Let's move before the welcome committee arrives.
They grab a compatible drone body from the storage unit and make for the exit, the facility's defenses reactivating behind them.
INT.CAMP 98.3
Nori sits on khans shoulder clearly worried about uzi, J has set the workers up in a defensive perimeter. Uzi lands next to them, N hands her the new body like a new pair of clothes.V turns to talk to lizzy
Khan: Uzi! You’re back!
Nori jumps off Khan’s shoulder, landing on the floor and climbing up the body.
Nori: Nice. Would've been nice to have something more… higher quality. Minivan-like.
N nudges V. V’s eye twitches. Nori climbs back up to Khan’s shoulder.
Nori: Alright, let’s get me in this bad boy!
They drag the drone back to the Quiet Corner, where Lizzy is sitting on a crate. The body is laid down on the crates, the Heart cavern opening with the press of Uzi’s hand. Nori climbs inside and the cavern closes. A moment passes, and the bot powers on. Nori sits up, looking at her fingers and moving a leg.
Nori: Wow, have I missed legs.
Khan stares at her, then picks her up and spins around. Nori puts her hands on his shoulders.
Khan: Nori!! (laughs)
Khan puts Nori down and hugs her. She buries her head into his shoulder. Uzi gags.
Uzi: Nope. Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. WAY too much parental affection for me.
N bumps her shoulder and grabs her hand. She blushes profusely.
Uzi: …You’re not helping.
She flashes a look at him and then quickly pecks his hand. Now it’s N’s turn to blush. V walks quietly away, letting the little family have their space. She sits down next to Lizzy.
V: Hey.
Lizzy: Hey.
They sit in silence for a second. It’s broken by the sound of terrified drones, running from something. V and Lizzy both stand up, prepared for the worst… When J comes in yelling at the drones.
J: THAT WAS THE WORST MOXXY I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!! YOU BETTER HOPE YOUR EQUITY PARTNERSHIP I FEEL MORE FORGIVING TOMORROW! GET YOUR BATTERY BACK HERE, BOB! YOU STILL HAVE 20 TO GIVE ME!!
Lizzy and V watch the screaming mob run past, followed by an enraged J. They stare, then start to snicker.
V and Lizzy:(Laughing)
V: It feels good to laugh in a time like this, huh?
Lizzy: Yeah… (Pause briefly) ...You know, V…?
V: Yeah?
Lizzy: I’m sorry. I… I should have said it sooner. I’m also really sorry about X. A1 lied to me that he wouldn’t hurt anybody. Especially you.
V stares at her for a minute. Then she smiles.
V: I knew you weren’t trying to be evil.
She hugs Lizzy. They hold each other for a minute, then turn as they hear a voice.
Uzi: Ew, are you guys, like, lesbians or something?
V looks like she’s gonna explode, but Lizzy grabs her hand and smiles.
Lizzy: Nah. Just friends.
V looks away, nonchalant. V looks back, making eye contact with Lizzy, and they smile. They let go of each other. They notice something behind the others. Khan, Uzi, and N turn. Now it’s their turn to stare. Nori looks absolutely stunning. Her hair falls in waves and it’s almost as if she stepped out of heaven itself.
Nori: Oh, jeez. Do I look that bad?
Khan covers his face, oil leaking out between his fingers. Uzi starts cackling at Khan’s reaction. Lizzy snaps a photo and V smirks. Khan finally gets over it and takes Nori’s hand. V and Lizzy follow the rest of the Doormans and N to reconvene with J and the workers. Khan helps Nori walk unsteadily, laughing whenever he needs to catch her. Uzi gags loudly and points at her tongue, looking at N. He laughs and squeezes her hand tight when suddenly they are blasted apart by A1, after the dust setles A1 is revealed, His 4 wings merging back into To energy wings, he looks at uzi and starts aprouching her to witch she tries to scramble back, her tail looks delighted
A1(Calm and mechanical):Subject Uzi, doorman, and the failed appostle attached to her. How quaint.

Cyn tail:MASTER YOU HAVE COME TO FREE M-
A1(He grabs Uzi and looks at her tail):Designation 001 “Cyn” the first, the apostle and ultimately the failure i have no use for you childish sadis-
(a rock hits A1 in the back of the head)
Lizzy: Hey! Tin can!

A1 looks at lizzy with the expression of a Trex bit by A puppy.
A1:Hello Lizzy, I believe you have defected. No matter, i was going to kill you anyway
Lizzy:IM GOING TO PUT YOU IN A WHEEL CHAIR

Lizzy launches at A1 and punches him in the face, sending him back a couple feet. The tendrils digging in the earth sever from his form. The ones in the sky, however, reach down to the ground for a base and continue to grow skyward. A1 slams his tail into the ground, stopping his motion. A1 raises his hand and blows up the ground below Lizzy with the SwastiSolver. A1 levitates up, turns his hand into a machine gun, and starts firing at Lizzy. Lizzy jumps on the blasted bits of earth, dodging the bullets and using her Solver powers to grab a car door as a shield. She jumps and dives towards A1 and attempts to grab him with her tail, but is batted aside by a tentacle. Lizzy goes flying and skids across the ground before regaining her balance, but a beam of energy hits her, sending her into a building. Lizzy uses her Solver to grab a plane turbine and slams it into the ground, slowing herself down before she hits the building. She starts throwing boulders at A1, but they only really seem to tick him off. A1 grabs Lizzy with a tentacle and drags her close.
A1: Your efforts were although defiant, insignificant , Goodbye, Elizabeth.
A1 raises his tail, preparing to strike. Lizzy closes her eyes, preparing for her fate. But A ray of green energy suddenly blasts A1, hitting him square in the face. He recoils
A1: ow. (a1 covers his face as it quickly regenerates, shooting at lizzy
Lizzy rolls as A1 fires blindly, narrowly missing her. Lizzy looks up to the nearby hill, squinting.
Lizzy: What the hell?
Through the smoke, the image of Khan standing on a pile of massacred Zombie drones appears, smoking railgun in hand. A flash of purple and magenta streaks past Lizzy and Uzi and Nori throw A1 into a building with their Solvers. Zombie drones start increasing in numbers when suddenly V, J, and N enter. J has her submachine gun, N looks determined with his chainsaw hands, and V with an angry expression, riding Sparky, who has a laser in his mouth. Zombie drones are falling around them left and right. Nori lends Lizzy a hand. Behind them, Uzi creates a null sphere and shoots it into the sky, enveloping the planet and A1’s own black hole, cutting him off
A1(looking at the sky):Strategic, however this is unwinable
A black hole-like horizon envelops Copper 9, cutting A1’s influence off. A1 gets up, two tentacles spiking from his back as he starts to levitate. Tentacles start shooting all around him, tearing worker drones apart. A1 raises his hand and lifts several cars off the ground, hurling them at Lizzy. She dodges the first one and laughs before getting hit by one and flying back. Worker drones charge at the Zombie drones, railguns ablaze. Uzi helps Lizzy get up, and they both use their Solvers to hurl several steel beams at A1 like spears. Uzi runs off to help N. A1 catches one of the spears and crushes it with his hand. The other impales him, but he regenerates instantly, cutting the beam in half.

A1: I am Consequence incarnate, you cannot win this fight.
Cut to V, N, and J fighting the horde of Zombie drones, alongside the worker drones. N slashes three in half and bites another’s head off but spits it out. V and Sparky are machine gunning more down, V climbing on top of Sparky and jumps off of his head. She turns her hands into blades and dives into the mob, oil and drone parts flying everywhere. J hits one in the chest with a blade then kicks another off. She uses her claws and rips a few others apart. A Zombie drone sneaks up on N, but Uzi hits it with the barrel of her railgun, striking it down before it can do anything. They jump together, hand in hand, back into the fray, and the camera pans upward.
EXT. CABIN FEVER LABS
N, V, and J are now fighting back to back. A tentacle erupts from the horde of Zombie drones. One strikes at J, but is ripped in half by Nori. She smirks at J and J rolls her eyes. A1 raises a hand, and several translucent Solver spears shoot at Lizzy And Uzi. Lizzy blocks them. One blows up near her, but Uzi grabs Lizzy before she hits the ground. Uzi dives at A1. Lizzy jumps off Uzi’s back and lands a piece of rebar into A1’s back. A1 stumbles back and grabs the rebar out. He dissolves it. A1 stands up and suddenly Nori jumps up behind him, hitting him with a dumpster. A1 puts a finger to his head to see a single drop of oil.
A1: Impressive.... However, the seeds I have sown are under my control.
He raises his SwastiSolver, summoning energy. A1 . A huge wave of red expands across the area with a boom. Nori, who is farther away from the others, holding up a Zombie with her Solver, watches the drone fall as her Solver is cut off. Uzi attempts to use her Solver, but it flickers helplessly in her hand. Lizzy’s does the same. The Zombie drones start overwhelming V, N, and J. Lizzy tries harder to use her powers, but is blasted back into a building. She looks back.
Lizzy: Uzi-
A tentacle bats her aside. N looks terrified as he continues firing, slashing drones off of J. V grabs a wounded J and helps her up. A1 creates a wave of Solver energy that blows N back. Uzi blows herself out of the rubble, when suddenly, A1 blasts a beam into the ground, destroying Uzi's null sphere. Several stars in the distance explode, and suddenly N collides with her. Uzi is slammed into a wall, her visor displaying hundreds of error messages. N, who is also severely wounded, crawls up to her. V desperately tries to push off the horde of Zombie drones, while J is slumped over her shoulder, limping, desperately trying to help as she regenerates.
V: There's too many of them!
Lizzy flies across the screen, very scratched up, but lands, regaining her balance. A1’s mechanical tendrils flow behind him, an aura of red and yellow swirling around him.

A1:(aprouching):your fight was impressive,heroic possibly but it is in vein. I am GOD.

A tentacle slams into Nori, who was trying to sneak up behind him, into the ground and then drops her. She falls next to Uzi, who is still being held by N, and Khan rushes to her. Zombie drones surround them, keeping them in a small circle, not attacking.
A1:Foolish, naive children. I have no use for rusted tools any longer.… now I wipe all of the plague that is sentience from this universe and the lie you call alive.
Lizzy: You’re CRAZY, and that's saying a lot coming from me!!
A1: Unfortunately for your group of “rebels”, history will not remember it that way.
Uzi, N and V are huddled together, terrified. Khan is still holding Nori, and J and Lizzy are trying to stay standing, to protect them. A1 creates a massive beam of plasma and shoots it at them, but Lizzy deflects it with a sheet of metal and it hits the horde of undead drones, erasing them. Sadly, the sheet dissolves in Lizzy’s grip, which she looks down at with wide eyes. He points his laser at them,

The drones all close their eyes. All of a sudden, A1 is cut off and a bang sounds. They all open their eyes to see X, who is standing on top of a fallen A1.
X:SO! Your the one who kept possesing my experiments all those years ago!
He dusts his hands off and looks over to the drones. He looks different,his exoskeleton cracked exposing Green veins of energy, his tail looks like a scythe, his jaw is larger and his eyes look staticy,sevreal tentials have sprouted from his back and he also seems to be elongated and taller overall

X: Hello again!
N: X!
Uzi: X?
J: X…?
V: X!!
A1 gets up, pinching X by the collar and lifting him, his visor glitchy and contorted with anger.
A1:(now genuinly annoyed)You ...I'm going to put you (Grunts)… back into whatever coffin you crawled out of.
X: Dear, if only you knew how many times I've heard that!
A tentacle goes to kill X, but he slices it with his blade hand and forms an energy blade with his other hand before throwing it at A1. The blade hits him in the shoulder and he grimices , letting go of X.
He pulls out the blade, looking at it as it disintegrates, then shoots his glare at X, who has been walking backwards, 8-bit sunglasses on as his hands spread out. A1 raises his tail, ready to strike. X uses his powers to doge him
A1 stops, turning. X immediately jumps up to him and punches him in the face a few times, stabbing him in the shoulder with his tail before kicking him into a building. The two lock blades as each tries to counter the others strike. X extends his claws and strikes A1 across the face. A1 slams his hand into X’s side and X gets thrown into a building. He shoots back and hits A1 into the ground. He skids back but regains his balance, turning his hand into a 128 mm cannon and starts shooting at X. X uses his tentacles and blocks most, one nearly hitting him in the head. A1 flies up and X does the same, and they start fighting in the sky. Uzi, who has gotten up, looks up.
Uzi: Oh my ROBO GOD, THIS LOOKS LIKE A SCENE FROM MY FAVORITE ANIME!!
J: Can you please stop talking about anime?

Nori: You leave her be!
N gets up, fully regenerated.
N: Come on, guys! We need to help him!

A1 flies up and X follows. The two start fighting in the sky. A1 kicks X. He dodges and grabs A1’s leg, throwing him into a building. A1 climbs out and lunges at X using his SwastiSolver, in the form of a pulse, blasting X into the ground. Cut to a few drones at a dance in the gym. Jessica is standing at the microphone. Two drones are dancing, and suddenly X shoots through the ceiling into the ground, making a crater. Drones start screaming and scatter.
X: This is proving more difficult…(Grunts) …than I anticipated.
He stands, and his arm regenerates.
A1: I am God. You cannot win this fight.
A1 uses his SwastiSolver on X. He gets thrown into several tables and slams into a brick wall. He gets back up and we see, from his perspective, as his targeting systems struggle to find A1, X is hit by A1 and A1 places a cannon to X’s head. X’s eyes widen and the cannon fires in slow motion. It fires right at him as he closes his eyes and holds up his arms. V all of a sudden cuts through the screen, kicking the missile away, breaking the slowmo effect. The blast hits the stage behind Jessica. X goes to retaliate at A1, but he fires another laser. V tackles X to the ground. J, N and Uzi rush in through the ceiling and start fighting A1, while Nori and Khan, who was carried through the ceiling, escort panicking drones from the gym. The teacher comes in with a Tommygun, firing the rounds and taking a swig from his oil flask before reloading. X shakes his head and looks up to see V on top of him. They both blush and get back up.
X:(Teasing) Well, my dear, I didn't think you’d be so… forward–
With a tear in her eye, V hugs X tight, surprising him. X slowly returns the hug.
V:(Muffled) I thought you were gone…
X tilts her chin up, smiling at her.
X: Gone?(Scoffs, voice softens) My dear, my friend Death and I simply had a disagreement.
Lizzy slides towards them on the ground.
Lizzy: Hey V? With all the love in the world, stop Goo goo eyeing him and help us–!
A tentacle grabs Lizzy and she gets thrown across the room. X and V look at each other and nod. Uzi is pinned by A1, who is about to kill her.
A1: Your efforts… are in vain. There is no stopping me, foolish girl. I am God. No one can defeat God.
Uzi struggles.
Uzi:(Gasping)
Nori flies up to A1, kicking him in the shoulder. At the same time, N drops onto his head.
Nori: GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!
N: Get off my girlfriend!

A1 throws them both off, but not before they get him to let go. N rushes to her, helping her up. Nori looks on and she and N nod at each other. A screaming student is running. She trips over a table leg and takes the table with her. It lands on her leg. Lizzy and Jessica go to help her up, and A1 turns his sights on them. He walks towards them, then is cut short by a rock to the back of the head.
X: Yoo-hoo! Over here, deary!
A1 charges at X, pinning him to the wall with his tail poised.
A1: Just die already!
A1 throws X over his shoulder, slamming him into the ground. A1 looks on in anger as he gets up. X’s entire right arm is covered in oil, and a bright red double-bladed axe appears in his hand.
X:(Pants) Hmmmmm…
He taps his chin.
X: No. Also, that’s new~
X throws the axe and it hits A1 in the chest. A1 rips it out and it dissolves. X forms two more and locks blades with A1 once again. X hits A1 up with the axe and kicks him into a pile of bricks. He uses a pentagram looking Solver and the axe returns to him. A1 teleports in front of X and uses a tentacle to stab him in the side and send him into the stage, A1 teleports again up to X and he lifts him up by the neck

A1: You are an honorable fighter, despite your insignificance.

X shuts his eyes as A1 is about to rip his core out, when suddenly we see Uzi on a pile of debris, standing behind A1 with her railgun.
Uzi: I don't think so, rust bucket!
He throws X to the ground and holds him down, turning his head towards Uzi.
A1: You are a mere error. You wouldn’t-
Uzi: Bite me!
Uzi shoots her railgun and A1 is hit square in the head, falling. X slowly gets up, using his PentaSolver to regenerate. V helps him up.
Nori: Hell yeah! Get him, babe!
Suddenly, A1 slowly begins rising, his head reforming and wings spreading again.
A1: The play is now over, puppets. Your efforts, though honorable, are futile.
A1’s visor flickers with the number 99%. Uzi backs up slowly, V puts a blade out in a protective position in front of X, N stands beside Uzi, looking determined. J flies in, but a tentacle stabs her in the visor before she can attack the now levitating A1 and is thrown into Lizzy, who just finished getting students out. A1 drops J’s body and flys out of the gym. X stands, watching. V grabs his hand. After he has fully ascended, He turns to V.
X: Don’t worry about me, V.
He kisses her hand with a sad but determined smile. V looks at him in horror, yet frozen in place.
V:(Hyperventilates) X, don't you dare–
X spreads his wings and launches himself after A1. He looks around to an almost silent wasteland. He narrows his eyes but immediately turns midair as a huge missile rockets past him.
X: Same old games, huh,Virus?
A1: I will watch you die human!
X activates his axes, shooting towards A1. Uzi flies out of the ceiling as well, following X.
Uzi: X, wait–!
X stops abruptly, and turns back towards her.
X: Never good timing for you, right, dear Uzi?
She rolls her eyes but looks determined. X uses his PentaSolver to grab her a pickaxe, summoning his own double-bladed axe. He smirks.
X: Here. You’ll need it.
Uzi examines the pickaxe and then looks at him with determination.
Uzi:(Giggles) Let’s beat this son of a bi–!
One of A1’s tentacles slams into Uzi’s face. She gets sent flying back and X shoots forward, cutting off the tentacle. He takes the severed part and whips it at A1, Uzi flailing as she’s used like a human wrecking ball. She slams into A1’s side and he roars. Uzi is separated from the tentacle and sent flying farther. After a moment of discombobulation, she shakes her head. X is currently pinned by his tail by a tentacle and deflecting blows from them. Uzi cups her hands around her mouth.
Uzi: HEY! GOD COMPLEX!
A1 looks over at her for a moment, his guard letting down which allows X to free himself. Uzi charges at him and A1 grabs her tail and whips her to the ground. X continues to chop at the tentacles that are trying to bury themselves into the ground, cutting off one after the other as they try to reach for him. Suddenly, A1 freezes. He goes into a normal standing position. A1 uses his SwastiSolver to disarm X. His visor rapidly flashes at 100%. The tendrils connecting him to the earth detach like salamander’s tails. His four wings flare and he launches himself upward, perching on a building.
Uzi: Well, I guess we have to go after him now.
X grabs her arm. Uzi looks at him, confused.
X: Uzi… This is my fight.
Uzi and A1 both look over. X stands for a minute, then shoots forward. A1 and X are shot up into the stars in a red blur, sending Uzi flying back onto the roof. X and A1 are scrabbling with each other. X manages to get onto A1’s chest, grabbing his neck. He uses his PentaSolver to launch himself and A1 into a near star. A heartbeat sounds. A1 starts melting as they approach the star. He claws at X. X’s regenerations start faltering, his visor displays thousands of errors . X’s visor finally shuts off, falling off of A1 as he flies into the star,A1’s diognostics read “100,000Degrees farenhite before A1 shuts his eyes, this was always a possibility in his calculations he thinks well evaporating. X’s corpse falls into the atmosphere, creating a small comet. On Copper 9, N is helping Uzi up while Nori and V tear into drone after drone. Suddenly, all the Zombie drones drop dead. N and Uzi look up, watching a small explosion in space. They stare at it for a moment, then cheer.
N: Yeah!
Uzi: All right, X!
Uzi notices the small light of X’s body falling back to Copper 9. She stares.
Uzi: Wait…
N and Uzi stare in growing shock.
N: He’s… He’s gonna come back, right?
Uzi squeezes his hand, the reality sinking in. V stands next to Sparky, and Nori comes up to her. She puts her hand on V’s shoulder, and they share a small, sad smile with each other.
EXT. Copper 9 SURFACE - NIGHT
The sky above the frozen wasteland is a tapestry of stars, cold and silent. Suddenly, a single star grows brighter. It swells from a pinprick to a blazing comet, trailing fire and smoke as it screams through the atmosphere. It plummets towards the planet, a falling angel of molten metal and rage. The impact shakes the ground for miles. A plume of snow and debris erupts, and a steaming, smoldering crater is carved into the ice. Silence returns for a moment, broken only by the crackle of cooling metal. A single, charred, metal claw digs into the crater's rim. X hauls himself out. His body is a wreck. His white armor is blackened and warped, peeled away in places to reveal the glowing endoskeleton beneath. His visor is a spiderweb of cracks, flashing with erratic, critical error messages. He collapses onto the snow, steam rising from his frame. He pushes himself onto his hands and knees, his entire body trembling. A low, broken chuckle escapes him, distorting into a static-filled sob.
X:(Grunting, glitchy)
He stumbles to his feet, his gait a painful, mechanical limp. He drags himself towards the familiar shape of his landing pod, half-buried in the snow. He stumbles inside, collapsing against the control panel.
X:(Whisper, voice cracking) Im… Alive (Grunts, groans heavily and chuckles)
As he says it, his body glitches violently. For a split second, his pristine form is overwritten by a horrific phantom: the image of a rusted disassembly drone metal jaws clamped shut, weeping rust and blood. The scars of the failure briefly manifest on his drone frame before flickering away.
X: 30 years… of torture…they cant comprehend
His visor flashes a violent red. With a snarl of pain and fury, he digs his claws into his own chest plate. There's a sickening crunch of metal as he pries it open. He rips out his dim, flickering Heart capsule. He grabs a syringe of black liquid, injecting it into his Heart. It morphs back into his body, disappearing.
X:(psycotic laugh) Barley escaped, almost killed by a hair... (Hysterical laugh) Great Fletcher Helrik Whims… has(grunts) risen again! Sorry to disappoint you… but I… am not dead…
As the new core clicks into place, a shadow on the wall manifests as him ,a rusted disassembly drone, looking at much older claws at its head as fluids leak from every joint, screaming silently. The new core melts into his chest, its energy spreading through his systems like liquid light. The charred metal smoothes over. The warped frame straightens. The cracks in his visor seal themselves. In seconds, he stands whole again, but his mind is anything but.
X:(Shouting) Four times ive cheated the final page. The genuis behind jc jensons empire
He crouches in the small pod, shivering like a caged animal. His voice is a rollercoaster of manic glee, seething rage, and utter despair.
X:has again cheated a death no man should require.(Chuckles)
Flashback
Fletcher, a human maniacal grin on his face, holding a knife, standing over a shadowy form.

X:(Spinning around, addressing an invisible audience) My deal's with a ghost, a promise to keep. I’ll build her a heaven while I'm buried deep.
He clutches his head, his form beginning to flicker uncontrollably.
X:(Voice distorting, layering) I'll be their shield, no matter the… cost.
He stops, his back to the shattered viewscreen. His voice drops to a deadly, resolved calm. He turns, his expression hollow, his eyes empty.
X: I'll build her heaven from the hell in my head.
He looks at a mirror and his reflection is Fletcher.
X:(Quiet, resolute) I'll stay with them and protect her freinds… and I will bring her back no matter the ends.
He spreads his wings and flies away.
EXT. BUNKER
The surviving drones head back to the bunker. They are filled with a solid, grieving silence. They lost so, so many. Uzi and N hold hands, the silence between them palpable. Nori walks behind them, watching their heads hang in grief for their lost friends. She goes to reach out for her daughter, but Khan grabs her wrist, a somber look on his face. V, Lizzy, and J sit on Sparky, each in their own thoughts. The rest of the drones are weary, barely able to hold their railguns and can hardly manage to walk. They all stand at the entrance of the bunker. Uzi turns.
Uzi: We, uh… we should probably hold some sort of moment of silence for the, uh… people we lost.
N nods enthusiastically, but with a hint of sorrow. They all put their heads down, and after a moment, Uzi looks up at V and Lizzy.
Uzi:(Cont’d, suddenly resolute) You know what? I’m done. I’m done pretending that we’re perfectly fine losing everyone we loved. Yeah, it’s hard. Yeah, we loved the ones we lost, but we also can learn to move forward.
She comes up to V, putting a hand on hers. She does the same to Lizzy, looking between the two of them.
Uzi: I understand. It’s really frickin’ hard. But we have to leave them in the past. Both of them. V–
V looks back at her.
Uzi:(Cont’d) You need to move on, okay? I’m sorry. He’s gone, and we can’t control that. But what we can control is how we move forward.
V looks up to make eye contact with her, tears in her eyes. Uzi gives a sad but reassuring smile, squeezing her hand.
Uzi: Baby steps.
X lands behind Uzi. V and Lizzy’s eyes widen, and Uzi looks at them with confused eyes.
X: That is incorrect, my dear!
Uzi: X??
J:(Nonchalant) You’re alive.
Nori: Damn it.
N: X!!!
He opens his arms to hug him, but V blasts by him and tackles him to the ground. Little hearts explode from the side of the screen. J looks away, covering her face. N claps and smiles innocently. Uzi rushes up to N and covers his eyes.
Uzi: NO N DONT LOOK

J: Oh… Oh my God, they’re actually…. They're kissing….
Lizzy slowly raises her phone and snaps a picture. She types furiously.
Lizzy: This is perfect for my drone-tok account.
Nori rolls her eyes.
Khan:(Scoffs) Kids these days…
V gets up blushing, looking away. She extends her hand to X, who is still on the ground.
V: S-sorry, idiot… get up
X gets up, blushing, but smacks himself to hide the blush.
X: That was… new…
V blushes, rubbing her arm. She stops when X takes her hands and smiles. N starts clapping again and V gives him a glare.
Uzi:(Yells) Ah! What the hell-!
Uzi’s tail starts to whip around, Cyn screaming and devastated.
Cyn: NO NO NO THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! ANGRY EXPRESSION!!
N: Uzi!
Uzi’s visor flickers and she falls unconscious, Cyn flailing around like a bird tied to the ground.
Cyn: HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE UNBEATABLE, A GOD!
V: Cyn, stop!
Cyn: I’M GOING TO TAKE ALL OF YOU DOWN WITH HIM!!
A beam of light starts to form in her mouth and the screen starts tinting red, but suddenly X pounces on Cyn and starts beating the ever living hell out of her.
X: YOU! I HATE YOU, ALWAYS TRYING TO PLAY THE PUPPET MASTER, I HATE IT, OHHH I’VE BEEN WAITING 24 YEARS TO DO THIS! HAHA!
J: X, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!!
Nori: What is going on?! Get off my daughter!!
Nori tries to lunge at X but Khan stops her. X stands up, still cackling, and flicks his hand into a Solver symbol with subtle resemblance to a pentagram(NOT like his PentaSolver). It explodes above Cyn’s tail and for a frame we see Fletcher in X’s place with a holographic form of Cyn getting pulled into him, then we go back to normal.
X:(Cackles)
N: Uzi, Uzi NOOOOO!
Uzi slowly gets up.
Uzi: Ugh, my head- UMF!
N hugs her, nearly crushing her and spinning around. V looks on, but now she smiles at the two. X’s hand finds hers, giving a gentle squeeze.
X: Jealous, are we?
V: No…not anymore.
N continues to spin Uzi, with her laughing. Fade out to a bird's eye view and cut to black.

EPILOGUE
X:(Screams like Cyn)
A shot of small dolls on a workbench, being controlled by large hands. A doll that looks like Cyn is screaming as she faces a doll that looks like Agony X. Zoom out to X, who is controlling the dolls.
X: Prepare for the mercilessness of Hell.
X:(High-pitched voice) Oh no, X! You can’t do this! You’re too handsome to kill me!
X: Why, how flattering, dear, but you’ll never escape the unquenchable thirst of revenge.
X makes the doll of his Agony form attack the Cyn doll. He makes a few grotesque noises before being cut short by a small voice.
V:X what the hell are you doing?
X jolts and quickly shoves everything off his desk before spinning around

X:Hello my love! What can I do for you!
V rolls her eyes and puts her arms around X’s shoulders
V:can we please go to sleep now

X: Okay, okay.
He turns to leave, but notices one blueprint he forgot to put away. The blueprint is for an all-black drone– ‘Serial Designation Tess-101 110 111 010’. He covers it with some papers and heads out, closing the door. We zoom in on the cyn doll and cut to

,We open on cyn, she jolts awake and looks around
Cyn:Giggle, cute prank uzi scoffing
She pushes herself up and looks around, its the manor but different the floor is rotting, almost all the lights are flickering and there are various spiderwebs everywhere
Cyn:Where am I, looking around.
we cut to a halfway, something shady runs past a door, a few seconds later cyn walks into the halfway confused
Cyn:da da la da d-
*cyn turns to look at the end of the halfway, N is there but not the N we remember, His hair is messy, his jaw is opened much wider then it should be able to be, he appears more humanoid with long, metallic claws with a skinny metal arm replacing his right arm, but on the right, it appears a little thicker, with his hands just being claws and his arm being like a normal disassembly drone. He also has thicker legs and a long metal neck. He also has black pupils in his yellow visor eyes.
Cyn:Big brother N! (Tilts head) you look great

The N figure takes a step towards her
N:I REMEMBER WHAT YOU MADE ME
Cyn stops approaching
Cyn:I improved you big brother, We feasted together on humanity!
N:glitching Did you just slap me with that ar-Biscuts-biscuts-biscucucucucucu
The N suddenly drops onto all fours and lunges at her , Cyn Jumps to the side narrowly doging him, N looks backwards still smiling, still hungry
Cyn turns around to run
Cyn:Big Brother? You seem angry?
Cyn is stopped in her tracks by eldritch J’s head witch she almost runs into, a light flashes revealing her massive centipede form coiled around the ceiling
Cyn:The obedient one.You listened, until you didint, A shame i will need to reformat you
cyn trys to use her solver but the gliff glitches and distorts into nothing one of J’s massive eldritch claws slam into the wall next to her, cyn ducks and looks up genuinely unnerved
Eldritch J: ITS YOUR TURN TO BE PULLED APART, AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAI-
A claw lunges for her cyn trys to doge it but it clamps around her arm sheering part of it off, splatering oil on it
Cyn:cries out in genuine pain I can feel pain!? This is not part of the plan!
*from the shadows a decaying version of V emerges, she slowly climes out, followed by the N creature, this V is missing eyes, her claws look more like needles and her jaw is massive she also has grosley out of proportion limbs*
V:*distorted humming*:WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND, SO MANY BALLON ANIMALS.
Cyn looks genuinely fearful, she rips herself out of J’s grip and dives into the vents we then cut to cyn pantone well climbing through the vents, behind her, Dolls eyes flash

*a vent is kicked out and cyn looks around to see she is now in a rusted version of outpost 3*
Cyn:This is not outpost 3?
cyn walks around, she looks around the corner to see Uzi in her solver form weeping over distorting version of N

Cyn:Uzi! You need to help me, frantic gestures!

Uzi slowly turns her head revealing purple reptilian slits, she slowly gets up and lunges at cyn
Cyn hits the ground turning to run but is stopped by Doll who is the only one who looks normal
Doll:Остальные похожи на животных, а я совершенно реальный человек.
Cyn backs up running into khan and several other worker drones with various wounds somehow still standing and reaching for her
Cyn:STAY BACK!
Yeva appears behind cyn and throws her against the walls
Nori:Welcome to the consequences of your actions cyn.
Uzi grabs cyn by the neck and doll and nori hold her limbs,
Uzi:LET ME IN
we here cyn scream and se her fall to the ground, her visor ripped off and her core/chest missing

we cut cyn wakes up in the library at the manor
Cyn:W-What? I.. Im alive?
She walks around before several weeping souls lunge at her
???:THIS IS A NIGHTMARE YOU WONT WAKE FROM
Cyn runs past several doors and launches into a office kicking the door shut
Cyn slowly gets up to see Tessa sitting on a table
Tessa:Hello Cyn.
Cyn:Mistress! Please! N,J and-
Tessa:They will not heed your plees for mercy cyn
Cyn:W-what? the N figure grabs one of her arms, the decaying V grabs her other arm
Tessa approaches cyn, the air around her crackles as her entire body twitches with a mix of barley contained rage and excitement
Tessa:You killed me cyn. You Killed my family and you killed billions more.
Cyn:I-Im sorry, i-i can rebuild the manor i c-
Tessa:I dont want my old life back cyn, you parraded my corpse around well tourturing my freinds.
Cyn:W-what do you want?
Tessa:I want revenge. And now (giggle) Now I finally have it! This is hell cyn, I made it just for you! I control time, I control physics and I control you. I will not let you die cyn I will not discard you. But when im done with you, you will wish you had stayed in hell

We cut to a room, Cyn, Badly damaged and cowering against a wall, Decayed N advanced but tessa stops him and Tessa appears behind her
Tessa:Yknow. You almost had a friend cyn, J almost ended up here. But (we see tessa look a little proud) J changed, J made amends and J regrets it. YOU on the otherhand…
Tessa snaps her fingers and a scalpel and aprouches Cyn
Tessa:Lets see how YOU like being worn cyn.
Cyn:PLEASE, IM SORRY I-
Tessa:THIS TIME DEATH CANNOT SAVE YOU

We here cyns plee before the head is forced on
Cyn respawns in the middle of the library once again
Cyn:Wh..what….
She looks at the door infront of her in horror as it slowly opens and hundreds of eyes, souls and drones alike appear -end

POST CREDITS SCENE
We see X and V asleep, V cuddled around X like an angry koala, Sparky on the end of the bed asleep aswell

We see J sleeping on uzis couch, exhausted, Tessas spirit appears behind her (covered in cyns oil) and she pulls a blanke over J before disappearing again
We see Uz and N asleep, N fast asleep on uzi well uzi scrolls through her phone

Outside the bunker- tons of Zombie drone corpses lay strewn about, frozen in time. Suddenly a bright flash illuminates a body covered in bugs– they all scatter as the light shines, reconvening as it fades. A pod lands– this one looking Upgraded, Newer than the others and on the side of the pod, “JC JENSON: IN SPAAAAACEE!!” shines in the night. As it finally comes to rest, the world is still once more– until green, pink, and blue Xs show inside the pod on drones visors.
End.

SEASON 3:Episode 1: "two pink eyes"
[A month has passed since the defeat of A1. Copper 9 remains frozen, but something new has arrived in the smoking wreckage of a crashed pod. The game is about to change.]

COLD OPEN
INT. UZI'S ROOM - OUTPOST 3 - MORNING
UZI sits cross-legged on her bed, holding her phone at arm's length. A small red recording light blinks. Her room is cleaner than usual—still chaotic, but organized chaos. Papers about the Solver still cover the ceiling.
She clears her throat, adjusts her hair, and begins.
UZI:(Recording, overly formal) Log entry... whatever. Month after we killed the ancient Nazi murder god. Things are... fine. Great, even. No apocalyptic threats, no zombie armies, no—
The door SLAMS open. N bounds in, visor bright, holding two mugs of steaming oil.
N:(Cheerful) Uzi! I made breakfast! Well, I heated up breakfast. Well, I found some oil and put it in a cup and—
Uzi sighs, still recording.
UZI:(Deadpan) N. I'm recording.
N:(Freezing, visor flashing an embarrassed blush) Oh! Oh no. Are you doing the vlog thing? The one where you talk about your feelings?
UZI:(Stopping the recording, tossing the phone aside) It's not a feelings vlog. It's a documentation of our continued survival vlog. There's a difference!
N:(Sitting beside her, handing her a mug) Is the difference the word "feelings"?
UZI:(Taking a sip, grumbling) ...Bite me.
N grins, tail wagging slightly. He wraps an arm around her. She leans into him, relaxing.
UZI:(Quieter) ...Thanks for the oil.
N:(Soft) Anytime, Uzi.
They sit in comfortable silence.

INT. OUTPOST 3 - HALLWAY - MORNING
LIZZY and JESSICA walk down the corridor. Lizzy scrolls through her phone. Jessica holds a bag of batteries, crunching on one.
LIZZY:(Not looking up) So then V says, "I'm fine," which obviously means she's not fine, but when I asked again, X just... stared at me. Like, stared. With those creepy red eyes.
JESSICA:(Munching) That's so weird. Are they, like, official now?
LIZZY:(Snorting) They're "dating." Which apparently means V uses X as a pillow. Very romantic.
JESSICA:(Shrugs) At least someone's happy. Thad's funeral was...
Lizzy stops walking. Her visor flickers—something dark passing through.
LIZZY:(Quiet) Yeah.
Jessica touches her arm gently.
JESSICA:(Soft) Sorry. I shouldn't have—
LIZZY:(Shaking it off, forcing brightness) No, it's fine. It's been a month. I'm fine. Totally fine.
She resumes walking, scrolling faster. Jessica follows, unconvinced.

INT. OUTPOST 3 - STORAGE AREA - MORNING
J stands in the supply closet, her back to the camera.The shelves behind her are immaculate—every can of oil labeled, every tool hung precisely, every wire coiled perfectly.
She holds a clipboard, checking items off with one of her JCJenson pens.
J:(Muttering) Filter replacements: accounted for. Emergency batteries: accounted for. Sparky's chew toys: accounted for, unfortunately.
She pauses at a shelf holding a small, framed photograph. It's the old picture of her, N, and V at Elliott Manor—all three of them smiling, arms around each other. Before everything.
J stares at it. Her visor flickers—something soft, then quickly suppressed.
J:(Crisp, to herself) Not right now J.
She turns the photo face-down and continues her inventory.

EXT. COPPER 9 - FOREST - LATE MORNING
The camera slowly zooms out from Outpost 3's bunker entrance. Snow drifts. Frozen trees stretch toward grey skies.
We move through the forest, past dead trees and frozen streams. Past the remains of the Corpse Spire in the distance.
Then—smoke. Rising from a collapsed building half-buried in snow.
A DRONE POD—sleeker than the old models, painted in dark grey with red accents—lies crashed into the structure. Its hull is scorched. One wing is broken. But lights flicker inside.
The camera pushes through a crack in the hull.

INT. Z-UNIT HQ - CRASHED POD - CONTINUOUS
The interior is cramped but functional. Holographic displays flicker, showing maps of Copper 9, drone patrol routes, and personnel files—N, V, J, Uzi, X.
Three figures occupy the space.
SERIAL DESIGNATION Z stands at the center, arms clasped behind his back. His silver hair catches the light. His greenish blue visor scans the displays with clinical precision. He wears his signature tuxedo looking coat immaculate despite the crash.
Z:(Smooth, measured) Well the, Now that we have asecced the area for potential threat we can comence our mission.He turns, his voice carrying that layered, resonant quality

Z:(Continuing) We're further from the target colony than intended. Approximately six kilometers. Acceptable.
Behind him, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed, is S.
Her pink hair glows faintly in the dim light. Her visor displays two hot-pink hearts, blinking slowly. She looks bored—but her eyes track everything.
S:(Flirty, drawling) Six whole kilometers? Thats soo long sweetie, do they at least taste good?

Z(slightly annoyed but used to it):lets focus on there Oil and threats S…. not your extracariqual “activities”
She stretches, her chassis shifting in ways designed to draw attention.
S:(Smirking) what~ im bored and I'm starving.
In the corner, seated on a crate, is R.
He's massive—taller than both of them. His red trench coat is draped over his shoulders. In one hand, he holds a metal flask. He takes a slow drink, then caps it.
R:(Stoic, Russian accent faint) Starvation is inefficient. Eat when the mission permits.
S:(Rolling her eyes) You're no fun, komandir.
R:(Unmoved) Da. I am aware.
Z turns to face them both. His visor displays a small, amused symbol—a raised eyebrow.
Z:(Smooth) Enough. We have our orders. Eliminate remaining disassembly drones: Serial Designations N, V, and J. Confirm the rescue of uzi doorman and return her to safety.
S:(Tilting her head) And the workers?
Z:(Cold, casual) Collateral. The planet's scheduled for sterilization regardless. But we're to confirm the targets personally. The humans want proof.
R's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He takes another drink.
R:(Quiet) Humans.
S:(Grinning, sharp) What's wrong, R? Missing the good old days? When you fought for them?
R:(Flat) There were no good guys. Only survivors.
Z's visor flickers with something unreadable—agreement, perhaps, or annoyance.
Z:(Crisp) Sentiment aside. S. You're on reconnaissance. Locate the colony, identify target movements, and report. Do not engage unless necessary.
S:(Pushing off the wall, stretching and poseing) Finally. Some fun.
She moves toward the pod's exit, pausing at the door.
S:(Looking back, smirking) Try not to miss me too much, boys.
She disappears into the snow.
R watches her go, then looks at Z.
R:(Low) She will engage.
Z:(Dismissive) I know.
Z:(Turning back to the displays, almost to himself) Let her. We need to see what they're capable of.

EXT. COPPER 9 - FROZEN LAKE - AFTERNOON
N and Uzi walk across a frozen lake, hand in hand. The ice is thick—old scars from the battle with A1 still visible in the distance. Snow crunches beneath their feet.
N's visor is bright, tail wagging.
N:(Happy) This is nice! Just us. No murder. No ancient evil gods. No—
UZI:(Smirking) You're gonna jinx it.
N:(Gasping, covering his mouth) Oh no. Did I jinx it? I feel like I jinxed it.
UZI:(Squeezing his hand) Relax, dork. It's fine. We're fine.
She stops, looking out at the frozen landscape. The sun—pale and distant—reflects off the ice.
UZI:(Quieter) It's been a month. No attacks. No weird Solver stuff. No...
She trails off, thinking of Cyn's absence in her tail. The tail twitches—but no voice follows.
N:(Soft) You miss her?
UZI:(Startled) What? No. Cyn was a parasite. I'm glad she's—
She stops. Her expression flickers.
UZI:(Quiet) ...It's weird. Not hearing her. Not feeling her trying to take over. Like... I don't know. Like silence after a really loud explosion.
N wraps his arm around her shoulders.
N:(Gently) That's called peace, Uzi.
UZI:(Snorting) Peace is boring.
N:(Grinning) You're boring.
UZI:(Elbowing him) Bite me.
They laugh. Unseen, from the treeline, S watches.
She crouches in the snow, her pink hair blending poorly—but she's far enough away. Her visor zooms in on them, displaying targeting data.
S:(Whispered, amused) Awww. the killer and his captive, how sweet~

She brings a freshly killed worker drone to her mouth and sticks a straw in it, drinking it like its a milkshake
S smiles. Her visor displays a contented heart.
S:(Sighing)not my favorite fluid but it's still good~.
She continues watching N and Uzi. Her tail twitches.
S:(To herself) purple girl seems to be our litte “objective”...Time to libirate a damsel in destress!

She turns her hands into a blade and prepares to pounce
LIZZY:(VO, from behind) What the hell are you?
S freezes. Slowly, she turns.
LIZZY stands twenty feet away, arms crossed, phone in one hand—clearly having wandered off from the colony. Her expression shifts from confusion to recognition to horror.
LIZZY:(Eyes widening) Another one? Another murder drone? Your like, amazing looking,

S stands slowly. Her visor flickers—targeting reticles appearing.
S:(Smiling, sharp) Well thank you sweetie, im designed for it but im hungry and your in my way~
LIZZY:(Backing up, gripping her phone) . I'm terrified, but I'm also really good at screaming for help.
She opens her mouth—
S LUNGES.

CUT TO:
INT. X AND V'S ROOM - OUTPOST 3 - AFTERNOON
The room is sparse—a bed, a desk cluttered with tools and wires, and on the desk, a PARTIALLY ASSEMBLED DRONE. Its chassis is open, revealing internal components. Its head is attached but inert.
V leans against the doorframe, holding a wine glass filled with dark oil. She swirls it, watching X work.
X sits at the desk, focused. His crimson eyes are fixed on the drone's exposed core housing. His hands—delicate, precise—manipulate small tools.
V:(Dry) you know, most people bring their lover some flowers, maybe a nice severed head.
X:(Not looking up) Patience, my dear. Rome wasn't built in a day!
V:(Taking a sip) Rome was a human city. It's dust now.
X:(Smirking) And yet, the metaphor remains.
He sets down a tool, leaning back to admire his work. The drone's chest cavity glows faintly—a soft white light, pulsing like a heartbeat.
V's expression softens. She sets down her glass and walks over, standing beside him.
V:(Quieter) X. How do you know this will even work?
X's smirk fades. He looks at the drone—at the glowing light—and something old flickers in his crimson eyes.
X:(Quiet) ...I've done it before.
V:(Pressing) Bringing back a soul? From wherever they go?
X:(Standing, turning to face her) Yes.
He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear—a gentle, familiar gesture.
X:(Soft) I brought myself back. I can bring her back too.
V catches his hand, holding it against her cheek.
V:(Quiet) And if it doesn't work?
X's visor flickers—pain, fear, quickly suppressed.
X:(Forcing lightness) Then I'll try again. And again. Until it does.
He pulls her close, resting his forehead against hers.
X:(Whispered) I made a promise.
V closes her eyes.
V:(Soft) ...You're an idiot.
X:(Smiling) Your idiot.
They stay like that for a moment—then X pulls back, turning to the drone.
X:(Brisker) Now. The neural interface requires calibration, and I need to—
V grabs his arm, pulling him back.
V:(Slightly somber) X, please dont do anything stupid, i cant loose you again
he looks her in the eyes and sets down his tools, hugging her
X:(sigh):i promise my love, i will stay with you and the others.
she gently frees his arm and returns to work. V watches him, her expression unreadable.

EXT. FROZEN LAKE - CONTINUOUS
S and LIZZY CLASH.
S's claws extend. She swipes—Lizzy ducks, rolling in the snow. Her phone flies from her hand, skidding across the ice.
LIZZY:(Scrambling)MY PHONE!

S:(Laughing, lunging again) Scream louder, darling. I dont intend on making this enjoyable this time.
Lizzy's eyes flash—PINK. The Solver symbol flickers across her visor.
She TELEPORTS—vanishing from S's grasp and reappearing ten feet away.
S:(Stopping, tilting her head) ...Oh?
LIZZY:(Panting, hands raised) Yeah. Surprise. I have powers now. Deal with it.
S's expression shifts—amusement replaced by something colder.
S:(Low) Another Solver demon.
LIZZY:(Confused) Demon? What are you—
S CHARGES. Lizzy barely has time to react before S slams into her, driving her back into a frozen tree.
CRACK. The tree splinters. Lizzy gasps, pinned.
S:(Snarling, claws at Lizzy's throat) You're all the same. Corrupted. Broken. Need to be purged.
LIZZY:(Struggling) I'm not—corrupted—I'm just—a teenager—
Her eyes flash pink again. She TELEPORTS—this time, twenty feet away, stumbling, barely standing.
S stands, shaking snow from her hair. Her visor displays a targeting reticle, blinking red.
She looks up—toward the bunker.
The entrance is already SEALING. Other drones—N, Uzi, V, J—are visible through the small viewport, scrambling inside.
And on the roof of the bunker, standing with his arms crossed, is X.
He's not moving. Not attacking. Just... watching.
Smiling.
His crimson eyes lock onto S's. His visor displays a single symbol: a playing card—the Joker.
S goes still.
S:(Whispered, shocked) ...Another one.
Her comm crackles.
Z:(VO, through comm) S. Report.
S doesn't answer immediately. She stares at X—at that smile—and something cold settles in her core.
S:(Into comm, quiet) We have a problem.
She takes one last look at the bunker, then TURNS and retreats into the forest, disappearing between the trees.
On the roof, X's smile widens.
X:(To himself) well then…it seems we have guests. I suppose i should give them a proper introduction

INT. X AND V'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
X materializes through the window—phasing through the glass like smoke. He lands silently on the floor.
V looks up from the desk, where she's been watching the Tessa drone.
V:(Raising an eyebrow) You went outside.
X:(Casual) Needed some air.
V:(Suspicious) We're in a bunker. There is no air.
X:(Smirking) Dramatic license, my dear.
He moves to the desk, but V catches his arm.
V:(Serious) X. What happened?
X's smirk falters—just for a moment.
X:(Lightly) Nothing to concern yourself with. A stray. I handled it.
He pulls away, returning to the drone.
Above the desk, barely visible in the dim light, TESSA'S SOUL floats.
She's translucent—white scars tracing her silhouette, tears of light streaming down her cheeks. Her tattered wings flutter weakly.
She watches X with hollow, knowing eyes.
TESSA:(VO, only X can hear) You're lying to her.
X's hands pause on the drone's wiring.
X:(Subvocal, barely moving his lips) Not now, Tessa, i dont want her to worry
TESSA:(VO) You're worried. About the new ones. About what they know.
X:(Subvocal, sharper) I said not now.
Tessa's soul drifts closer, her scarred face inches from his.
TESSA:(VO, soft) Dont raise your voice,What are you afraid they'll find out, Nyx?
X closes his eyes.
When he opens them, his expression is smooth again—the mask firmly in place.
**X:(Aloud, turning to V) The new threats. We'll deal with them as we've dealt with everything else. Together.
**V:(Studying him) ...You're hiding something.
**X:(Taking her hand, kissing it) I'm hiding many things, my dear. It's what makes me interesting.
V pulls her hand back, but her expression softens—just slightly.
**V:(Quiet) Fine. Keep your secrets. Just... don't get yourself killed.
**X:(Smiling) Perish the thought.
He returns to the drone. Tessa's soul watches him for a moment longer, then fades into the shadows.

POST-CREDITS SCENE
EXT. PLANET OPTO-337 - YEAR 3070 - one YEAR AGO
The camera pans across a barren, rocky landscape. The sky is bruised purple—faint traces of the Solver's influence visible in the aurora-like corruption dancing across the atmosphere.
A large human made looking missel enters the frame, it starts entering the atmosphere
HUNDREDS OF DRONES crawl around a destroyed city, each with the solver symbol on there visor, they crawl around like bees in a hive and suddenly they look up
The missile STRIKES.
WHITE FLASH.

We zoom in on a imige of a nuclear reaction caving in on itself into a tiney black sphere that collapses and explodes outwords

The drones looking up vaporize into gasses, there regeneration no match for anything close to this,
Temperature readings in buildings spike to billions of degrees before being leveled, dirt and stone turn to gass and half the planet becomes molten as rocks that were shot up into the atmosphere begain falling again, every drone on the planet is gone,everything is gone, all that remains is a half molten partially gas,and half slag turned planet, a mushroom cloud looking nothing like anything recgnizable
The screen goes white.-end

Episode 2: Guess whos back
COLD OPEN

EXT. OUTPOST 3 - MAIN HALLWAY - MORNING

Worker drones mill about—carrying supplies, chatting, heading to their duties.

A DRONE with a SILVER ARMBAND—marked with a subtle Solver symbol—stands near the entrance. They hold a stack of PAMPHLETS.

Their chassis is nondescript. Their visor displays a neutral, pleasant expression.

LIZZY and JESSICA walk past, mid-conversation.

Lizzy:(Scrolling on phone) ...and then V said, "I'm not jealous, I'm just allergic to happiness."

Jessica:(Snorting) That's so V.

The armband drone extends a pamphlet toward them.

Armband Drone:(Smooth, pleasant) Knowledge for the seeking mind. Truth for the waking soul.

Lizzy glances at the pamphlet. The cover shows a stylized eye—glowing purple.

Lizzy:(Frowning) Uh. No thanks.

She walks past. Jessica shrugs and follows.

The armband drone watches them leave—their pleasant expression never wavering. But their visor flickers—just for a moment—with something colder.

A WORKER DRONE in a heavy winter coat approaches the bunker's perimeter. They carry a roll of tape and a stack of papers, moving with purpose.

They glance around—checking for patrolling Disassembly Drones, for witnesses, for anyone who might stop them.

The coast is clear.

They SLAP a poster onto the metal wall. The adhesive freezes instantly, locking it in place.

The image on the poster:

UZI DOORMAN. Her face is distorted—angled to make her look monstrous. Solver symbols glow behind her head like a halo. Below her image, text reads:

"YOUR NEW GOD IS A LIAR."
"She brought the monsters. She killed our families. She will destroy us all."

The worker drone steps back, admiring their work. Then they turn and disappear into the snow.

The poster flaps in the wind.

INT. OUTPOST 3 - COMMAND ROOM - MORNING

The room is cramped. A long table sits in the center, surrounded by mismatched chairs. UZI, N, V, J, and LIZZY sit on one side. KHAN and NORI sit at the head, facing them. X leans against the far wall, arms crossed, crimson eyes half-lidded. SPARKY curls at V's feet.

Silence stretches. A vent hums.

V: (Dry, breaking the silence) This is the most civilized we've ever been. No one's tried to kill anyone. It's unsettling.

UZI: (Deadpan) Give it a minute.

Khan: (Leaning forward, serious) Alright. Someone explain. How are there more of you? I built those doors to keep three murder drones out. Now there's... what? Three more? Four?

N: (Raising hand awkwardly) I don't know, Mr. Doorman, sir. I really don't.

Khan: (Looking at J) You. You were Cyn's second-in-command. You must know something.

J's jaw tightens. She doesn't look at Khan—she stares at the table, her visor dim.

J: (Crisp, controlled) Cyn never converted any workers that looked like... that.

V: (Leaning back) What's that supposed to mean?

J: (Finally looking up) All of Cyn's disassembly drones had yellow accents. Silver or white hair. Black and grey clothing. Sometimes yellow trim. (Pause) Standardized. Branded. Like us.

N: (Looking down at his own clothes) Huh. I never noticed.

J: (Flat) You never notice anything.

Nori: (Crossing her arms, glaring at X) This is your fault, isn't it?

All eyes turn to X. He hasn't moved from the wall. His smile doesn't waver.

X: (Amused) My fault? My dear Nori, I've been dead, undead, ghost, and reborn in the time it took these new arrivals to—how shall I put this?—crash land. I'm flattered you think I'm that influential.

Nori: (Scoffing) You show up, and suddenly there are more of your kind. More murder bots. More problems.

X: (Pushing off the wall, smooth) Correction. I showed up, helped kill an ancient Nazi god, saved your daughter's soul, and asked for nothing in return. (Tilting his head) But please, continue blaming me. It's a lovely look on you.

Nori's eye twitches. She opens her mouth—

N: (Quickly, raising his hands) Okay! Okay, let's not—let's just— (Looking at Nori, softer) Mrs. Doorman, can we please not?

Nori glares at N. He holds her gaze—nervous, but steady.

After a long moment, Nori looks away.

Nori: (Grumbling) ...Fine.

UZI: (Under her breath, to N) How do you do that?

N: (Whispering back) I have no idea.

EXT. COPPER 9 - FOREST - MORNING
S sits on a fallen tree, legs crossed, visor displaying a satisfied pink heart. She's surrounded by snow—and the remains of the worker drone from Episode 1. Z stands nearby, arms behind his back, visor cold. R leans against a boulder, metal flask in hand, watching the treeline.

Z: (Measured, disappointed) You blew our cover.

S: (Stretching, not apologetic) I secured intelligence. (Counting on her fingers) One: the colony's defenses are basic. Two: the purple target is alive. Three: (Her visor flickers to a silhouette of X) That one exists.

S leans forward, her face inches from Z's.

S:(Whispered, flirtatious) Maybe I just wanted an excuse to stretch my legs. It's been a long flight.

Z: (Quiet) The red one.

S: (Smiling wide) He's hot.

R: (Deadpan) Focus.

S: (Fanning herself) What? He is. That jawline. Those eyes. I'd let him—

Z: (Crisp) Your extracurricular interests are noted and irrelevant. What else?

S: (Visor flickering with images) The purple one is... fraternizing. (Mock disgust) Holding hands. Hugging. Making heart eyes at one of the silver-haired killers.

She projects an image onto the snow—Uzi and N walking together, laughing, N's arm around her shoulders.

R: (Stirring) The male target.

S: (Nodding) Mmhm. The happy one.

Z studies the image. His visor flickers—calculating.

Z: (Slow) She's being controlled. Manipulated. The disassembly drones are known for psychological warfare.

S: (Tilting her head) Are they? (Her expression flickers—something darker) Or maybe she's just... desperate. Looking for anyone who'll pretend to care.

S's claws dig into the tree bark. R notices. He takes a slow drink.

R: (Quiet, to Z) The witnesses. You said they were threats.

Z: (Not looking at him) They are.

R: (Low) She killed a civilian. Unarmed. Not defending itself.

Z: (Cold) Any witness is a liability. The mission is to eliminate the disassembly drones and secure the purple host. Everything else is acceptable losses.

R's jaw tightens. He doesn't respond.

S: (Shaking off the mood, voice brightening) Besides, I can't wait to tear her "captor" apart. (Visor flickering with targeting reticles) Piece by piece. Make him squeal.

There's something personal in her voice—a hint of old pain, old rage.

Z: (Watching her) Your history is noted. Don't let it cloud your judgment.

S: (Smile sharp) Wouldn't dream of it, sweetie.

R: (Pushing off the boulder) The sooner we finish this, the better. (Looking toward the bunker) Save the purple one. Go home.

Z: (Turning back to the pod) Agreed. Prepare for phase two.

EXT. OUTPOST 3 - BUNKER PERIMETER - LATE MORNING
Worker drones patrol the snow, holding RAILGUNS—smaller than Uzi's original, but functional. They move in pairs, scanning the treeline, visors bright with nervous energy.

J walks among them, clipboard in hand, visor sharp.

J: (Barking) Keep your intervals tight! If you see movement, you report, you don't engage. Understood?

WORKER 1: (Saluting nervously) Yes, ma'am!

J: (Muttering) I can't believe I'm training toasters to hold guns.

She pauses, looking out at the frozen forest. Her visor flickers—a brief image of Tessa's bow, the dream, the mysterious drone with the rusty lip scar.

J: (Quiet) ...What do you want from me?

EXT. OUTPOST 3 - CEMETERY - AFTERNOON

A small, frozen patch of ground near the bunker. Two graves—marked with simple headstones. One reads: "THAD - HE WAS COOL." The other: "DOLL - WE NEVER UNDERSTOOD HER."

LIZZY kneels between them, her phone set aside. In her hands, two flowers—artificial, salvaged from the colony's old decorations.

In the background, V sits on a bench, reading a book. The title: "FOR DRONE HEALTH CLASS:A guide to the chassie."

Lizzy places one flower on Thad's grave, then the other on Doll's.

Lizzy:(Quiet) Hey, Thad. Hey, Doll. (Pause) I, uh... I brought flowers. They're fake. Everything's fake out here, but... (swallows) ...I thought you'd like them anyway.

She wipes a tear from her visor.

In the background, V flips a page. Her eyes widen. She flips another. Her jaw drops.

V:(Whispered, horrified) ...What.

She flips faster. Her visor flickers—blush lines appearing.

Lizzy:(Not looking up) Thad, you would've hated the new murder drones. They're weird. One of them is pink and... (shudders) ...flirty. Doll, you would've stabbed her. Probably.

V slams the book shut. Her face is crimson. She looks down at her thighs, then at her chest, then—

She bends over, trying to look at something in her pelvic area. Lizzy's head blocks the view.

V throws the book. It EMBEDS ITSELF in the wall behind Lizzy.

V:(Shrieking) THAT'S WHAT THAT'S FOR?!

Lizzy whips around, furious.

Lizzy:(Snapping) I'm mourning! Shut UP!

V throws her hands in the air, storms off, muttering.

V:(Under her breath) Stupid... stupid drone anatomy... why didn't anyone TELL me...

Lizzy sighs, turning back to the graves. She places her hand on Thad's headstone.

Lizzy:(Soft) ...Sorry about her. She's... dealing with stuff.

From behind, JESSICA approaches. She kneels next to Lizzy, placing a small battery on each grave.

Jessica:(Gentle) Doll liked batteries. The expensive ones. (Pause) Thad liked... everything. He was easy to please.

Lizzy nods, wiping another tear.

Lizzy:(Quiet) Yeah. He was.

They sit in silence, the wind the only sound.

Uzi stands at her window, watching the snow fall. Her tail twitches—still no voice. Still no Cyn.
She touches her visor. Solver symbols flicker across the glass, then fade.
Uzi:(To herself) ...Weird.
The door creaks. X steps inside, silent as always.
X:(Soft) You wanted to see me, little purple gremlin?
Uzi doesn't turn around.
Uzi:(Flat) Don't call me that.
X:(Smirking) Then don't summon me like a demon.
He walks to her window, standing beside her. Together, they watch the snow.
Uzi:(Quiet) I need you to do something.
X:(Raising an eyebrow) Oh?
Uzi:(Turning to face him) Your freaky demon magic. The PentaSolver thing. Can you... spy on the new drones?
X's expression flickers—something guarded, something careful.
X:(Lightly) I'm flattered you think my abilities extend to long-range surveillance, but—
Uzi:(Interrupting) Don't. Don't deflect. Don't joke. I need to know who they are and what they want.
She steps closer, her purple eyes burning.
Uzi:(Firm) You're the only one here who might have answers. N's too nice to ask hard questions. V's too focused on keeping everyone alive. J's... J. And my mom hates you, so at least you're not biased.
X studies her—really studies her—for a long moment.
X:(Quiet) ...You've grown, Uzi Doorman.
Uzi:(Blinking) What?
X:(Shaking his head) Nothing. Sentiment. Ignore me.
He turns back to the window, clasping his hands behind his back.
X:(More serious) I can't spy on them remotely. Not without a connection. The PentaSolver requires... anchors. Links. I can't just see across distance.
Uzi's expression falls.
Uzi:(Disappointed) So that's it? We just wait for them to attack?
X:(Tilting his head) I didn't say that.
He turns to face her, crimson eyes glinting.
X:(Slow) I can't spy on them from here. But if I were... closer...
Uzi:(Understanding) You want to go outside. Into the forest. Find them.
X:(Smiling) I want to introduce myself properly. We're going to be neighbors, after all. It's only polite.
Uzi grabs his arm.
Uzi:(Fierce) No. Absolutely not. You go out there alone, they'll kill you.
X:(Gently removing her hand) My dear. I've died before. Several times, actually. I'm very good at it.
Uzi's grip tightens.
Uzi:(Low) X. I'm not asking.
X meets her eyes. Something passes between them—understanding, perhaps. Respect.
X:(Soft) ...Fine. I'll stay. For now.
He glances at the window—at the snow, at the forest beyond.
X:(Quieter) But we can't hide forever, Uzi. They'll come for us eventually. And when they do...
His visor flickers—something dark, something dangerous.
X:(Finishing) We need to be ready.

EXT. COPPER 9 - RUINED SKYSCRAPER - LATE AFTERNOON
R stands on the skeletal remains of a skyscraper—one of the few buildings still standing after the core collapse. The wind howls around him, tugging at his red trench coat.
He scans the landscape below—frozen forest, drifting snow, and in the distance, the bunker.
Movement catches his eye.
Uzi and N walk across a clearing, hand in hand. Their breath fogs in the cold air.
R crouches low, watching. His claws extend—slowly, instinctively.
He prepares to POUNCE—
Then Uzi scoops up a handful of snow and THROWS it at N's face.
N sputters, laughing.
N:(Playful) Oh, it's ON, Uzi!
He tackles her into a snowdrift. They wrestle—giggling, shoving, both terrible at combat when it's playful.
R hesitates.
Uzi uses her Solver powers, lifting a massive pile of snow and DUMPING it on N.
N disappears beneath the white.
Uzi:(Triumphant, hands on hips) And that's how it's—
N doesn't move.
Uzi's laughter fades.
Uzi:(Worried) ...N?
Nothing.
Uzi:(Louder, stepping forward) N! This isn't funny!
She rushes to the snowdrift, digging frantically. Her visor glitches—panic rising.
Uzi:(Shouting) N! N, if you're dead, I'm going to KILL you!
Suddenly—
N's head POPS out of the snow, visor bright, tail wagging.
N:(Cheerful) Boop.
Uzi FALLS backward, gasping—then LAUGHS, grabbing him and pulling him into a hug.
Uzi:(Hugging him tight) You idiot.
N:(Hugging back, soft) Your idiot.
They stay like that—holding each other in the snow, laughing, oblivious to the world.
On the skyscraper, R watches.
His claws RETRACT.
His expression shifts—confusion, perhaps. Or recognition.
R:(Quiet, to himself) ...That's not captivity.
He stands slowly, his red coat whipping in the wind.
R:(Lower) That's... something else.
He turns away, disappearing into the shadows of the ruined building.
FLASHBACK - ELLIOTT MANOR - 3050 - NIGHT

The manor is alive with activity. Humans in formal wear mill about. Drones serve drinks. Music plays.

A young Z—newly activated, still learning to move—stands beside a HUMAN BODYGUARD. The bodyguard is tall, broad-shouldered, wearing an earpiece and a suit.

Bodyguard:(Low) Stay close. Don't speak unless spoken to. And don't embarrass the owner.

Z:(Stiff) Understood.

The owner—a wealthy human with cold eyes—waves dismissively.

Owner:(Bored) Go. Stand in the corner. I'll call if I need you.

Z nods. He moves to the designated corner—but his gaze catches something.

A door. Slightly ajar. Warm light spilling through.

Against orders, he moves toward it.

INT. ELLIOTT MANOR - SECOND DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

A fire crackles in the hearth. The room is small, intimate. Books line the walls.

And standing by the fireplace, holding a glass of oil, is X.

He's different here—younger, less worn. But the eyes are the same. Crimson. Knowing.

X:(Not turning) You're not supposed to be in here.

Z:(Stiff) ...Neither are you.

X turns. He studies Z—head tilted, smile sharp.

X:(Amused) A new model. German, by the look of you. (He sips his oil) Let me guess. Bodyguard. Low-level. Expendable.

Z:(Tightening) I'm not expendable.

X:(Laughing) Oh, my dear boy. We're all expendable. (He sets down his glass) The question is—to whom?

Z's claws twitch. He doesn't like this drone. Doesn't like his smile. Doesn't like the way he looks at him—like he's already won.

Z:(Cold) You're not supposed to be here. This room is off-limits.

X:(Stepping closer)And yet here you are in my household, the elliots house hold. (He circles Z) What's the matter? Afraid of getting in trouble?

Z's visor flashes—anger.

Z:(Low) I'm not afraid of anything.

X:(Stopping in front of him) Good. (His smile widens) Then you won't mind proving it.

X PUSHES him—just a shove, but with enough force to send Z stumbling.

Z recovers. His claws EXTEND.

Z:(Snarling) You—

He lunges.

The fight is brutal. Short. One-sided.

X is faster. Stronger. He moves like liquid, dodging every strike, landing every counter.

Z hits the ground—his chest plate cracked, oil leaking, visor flickering.

X stands over him, claws dripping.

X:(Quiet) You're not ready. (He kneels, tilting Z's chin up) But you could be. (Pause) Someday.

Z spits oil at him.

Z:(Weak) ...Kill me.

X:(Surprised—then laughing) Kill you? (He shakes his head) No, no, my dear boy. That would cause drama!

X's hands glow—crimson energy swirling. He presses them to Z's chest.

The wounds SEAL. The cracks disappear. Z gasps—systems rebooting.

X:(Soft) There. (He stands) Good as new. Maybe better.

Z struggles to his feet, staring at X.

Z:(Hoarse) ...Why?

X's expression flickers—something old, something sad.

X:(smirking)Because i dont feel like explaining to my owners parents that i broke their friends favorite little trinket

Z hesitates—then limps toward the door.

At the threshold, he looks back.

X is standing by the fire again, his back to him. Unreadable.

Z leaves.

EXT. SKY - JET - LATER THAT NIGHT

The jet cuts through clouds. Inside, the owner sleeps in a leather seat. The bodyguard stares out the window.

Z sits in the corner. His hand—claws extended—digs into the armrest.

The metal groans.

His visor displays a single image: X's face. That smile.

Z's grip tightens.

END FLASHBACK

INT. Z-UNIT HQ - COMMAND MODULE - PRESENT

Z's claws DIG into the desk. Metal warps under his grip.

He stares at the photograph—at X's face.

Z:(Whispered, cold) …count your days malfunction
He sets the photo down. Turns back to the displays.

One screen shows the bunker. Another shows X's profile—age: unknown, origin: unknown, threat level: CRITICAL.

Z's visor hardens.

Z:(To himself):because im in charge now

FADE TO BLACK.

Episode 3: "The Seraphina Protocol"
[ A VHS clicks into a player, static flickers on screen.]
[Tape Footage:]
A Disassembly Drone prowls a ruined Earth city The year is 3059. The sky is a sickly, burning orange. In the distance, other drones rip human jets out of the sky like paper airplanes. The camera lingers on one drone finishing off a survivor, before its visor flicks upward.
[Cut to A bunker:]
Thousands of desperate humans scramble around a towering 32-story missile. Orders are shouted, alarms blare. A trembling hand slams a lever down— thunk. The missile roars to life, tearing through the poisoned sky.
[Cut: The Elliot Manor.]
Cyn sits lazily on a grotesque throne made of corpses—human and drone alike. She hums to herself while grafting pieces of Tessa’s skin onto her own frame, like a kid messing with paper dolls.
Her visor twitches. A bright dot streaks across the sky—heading straight for the massive black-hole singularity she’s been nurturing, a cosmic wound chewing away at the planet.
The sky suddenly snaps to pitch black. The manor rattles as a bassy WHOOMP blasts through the windows.
Cyn:
(stumbling, annoyed)
“Wha—what is this… nuc-nuc—nuisance?”
She raises a solver-infused hand, but the energy fizzles out like a dying sparkler.
Another shockwave slams her through several walls. Brick and bone dust everywhere. She claws herself free, visor glowing hot with fury—
—and then she sees it.
A colossal, purple mushroom cloud blooms in the distance. It dwarfs any nuke: the air itself boiling, colors bending wrong, matter twisting into soup at impossible temperatures.
Right before the wave of heat can reach her, Cyn blinks out and reappears on a hillside overlooking a nearby drone village. Her gaze fixes on the horizon.
Her singularity is gone. Erased. Only a vast, seething crater—bigger than entire states—remains.
[Black screen.]
Cyn’s distorted voice cuts through the static:
Cyn:
“I suppose i will reawa-reawken master sooner then-then planned giggle
[End Tape.]
COLD OPEN

EXT. COPPER 9 - FOREST - NIGHT

The moon hangs low, casting pale light across the frozen trees.

X moves between the trunks—not walking, but TELEPORTING. Flickers of crimson energy. From one branch to another. From shadow to shadow.

His form SHIFTS—melting into the darkness, becoming a literal shadow sliding across the snow.

X:(Internal) Quiet. Precise. Invisible.

He reaches the edge of the tree line. Ahead: the CRASHED POD, half-buried in a collapsed building. Lights flicker inside.

X's form solidifies. His crimson eyes narrow.

X:(Whispered) Let's see what you're hiding, shall we?

He dissolves into shadow again, slipping through a crack in the hull.

INT. Z-UNIT HQ - CRASHED POD - CONTINUOUS

The interior is cramped. TIGHT. Metal walls press in from all sides.

X materializes in a small entranceway, his wings tucked close. He looks around, visibly uncomfortable—his shoulders hunched, his neck craned.

X:(Subvocal, irritated) I despise small spaces.

He shakes his head, forcing his expression neutral, and steps through the doorway into the MAIN ROOM.

The space opens up slightly—a circular chamber with holographic displays, a command chair, and scattered equipment.

Z sits in the chair, his back to X.

The chair SPINS slowly. Z faces X, his greenish-blue visor glowing in the dim light. His expression is unreadable—but his smile is thin.

Z:(Smooth, measured) Well, well. The ghost decides to show himself.

X:(Leaning against the wall, arms crossed) I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd check on the new tenants. Terrible decor, by the way. Very... crash-landing chic.

Z:(Standing, clasping his hands behind his back) We weren't expecting guests. Especially not uninvited ones.

X:(Smirking) Oh, I'm never invited. That's what makes it fun.

They circle each other—slow, deliberate. Two predators sizing each other up.

Z:(Cool) You've changed. The last time I saw you, you were... softer.

X:(Visor flickering) And you were smaller. More desperate. Less... bitter.

Z:(Stopping) Bitterness is the currency of survivors. Surely you understand that.

X:(Stopping as well, smile tightening) Oh, I understand perfectly.

Silence. The air is thick.

Z:(Quiet) Why are you here, X?

X:(Tilting his head) I could ask you the same question. Three new drones on a planet that's supposed to be quarantined. Hunting my friends. Kidnapping children—

Z:(Sharp) We're extracting a Solver host from a dangerous environment. She's a victim.

X:(Laughing—cold, sharp) A victim. Is that what you tell yourself? To sleep at night?

Z:(Visor flashing) I don't sleep.

X:(Smile fading) Neither do I.

BEHIND X - S DROPS FROM THE CEILING

Silent. Graceful.

Her claws EXTEND—pink energy crackling.

S:(Whispered, delighted) Surprise~

She SLAMS her hand into X's back.

CRUNCH. Metal bending.

X's eyes go wide. His chest plate CRACKS. And S rips out his CORE CAPSULE—the glowing heart of his existence.

X:(Gasping, glitching) You—

He falls. His body hits the floor, twitching. His visor flickers—ERROR messages flooding the screen.

Z:(Observing, calm) Good work, S.

S:(Holding the core, examining it) Told you I was good with my hands~

She wiggles her fingers. Z rolls his eyes—a small, exasperated symbol on his visor.

Z:(Dry) Noted.

He reaches for the core. S hands it over with a theatrical bow.

Z:(Examining the core) Let's see what makes you tick, old friend.

BEHIND Z - A SHADOW MOVES

A TENTACLE—black, organic, glowing with crimson energy—snakes up from the floor.

Z doesn't see it.

The tentacle WRAPS around his wrist—and SLAMS him against the wall.

CRACK. Metal shrieks.

The core flies from Z's hand. The tentacle catches it, retracting—

X:(Standing slowly, chest still sparking) That's mine.

The tentacle slots the core back into X's chest. His systems surge. His visor stabilizes.

S:(Stepping back, surprised) What the—

X:(Cracking his neck) Rude.

He LAUNCHES himself at Z—pinning him to the wall with one hand, claws digging into Z's throat.

Z:(Struggling, glitching) You're supposed to be—

X:(Snarling) Dead? Dying? Incapacitated? I've been called worse.

They FIGHT—a blur of claws, sparks, and Solver energy. X is faster. Angrier.

Z manages to block, to strike back, but X is relentless. He SLICES through Z's defenses—

And GRABS Z's TAIL.

X:(Cold) Let's see how you function without this.

He YANKS.

Metal TEARS. Wires snap. Z's tail comes off in X's hand, sparking and twitching.

Z SCREAMS—a distorted, static-filled howl.

Z:(Falling to his knees) AAGH—!

X stands over him, holding the severed tail. His chest is still cracked, oil dripping. But his smile is back—wider, sharper.

X:(Quiet) Stay away from my family.

He RETRACTS his tentacles and VANISHES—dissolving into shadow, leaving nothing but the echo of his voice.

S stares at the space where X stood. Then at Z, who is already regenerating—his tail stump smoking, new metal slowly growing.

S:(Hands on her hips, annoyed) You let him get away.

Z:(Gritting his teeth, standing) I didn't let him do anything.

S:(Pacing) I wanted him! I had him! Did you see those tentacles? They were doing something for me—

Z:(Deadpan) I'm not discussing this.

S:(Ignoring him, dreamy) And his voice—did you hear his voice? I'd let him pin me against a wall any—

Z:(Regenerating his tail, flat) Noted. Moving on.

S:(Crossing her arms) You're no fun.

Z's tail finishes reforming. He flexes it, testing the connection, then turns to the holographic display.

Z:(Smiling—cold, satisfied) It doesn't matter. I got what I needed.

He taps the display. An image appears:

UZI. Sitting at a table. Stressed. Alone.

Z:(Quiet) A full scan of her Solver signature. Location data. Routines. Weaknesses.

S:(Leaning over his shoulder) So we take her tonight?

Z:(Nodding) Tonight.

INT. OUTPOST 3 - COMMAND CENTER - NIGHT

UZI sits at the end of a long table, her head in her hands.

The room is dim. Maps and notes cover the walls. A single monitor flickers—static.

N enters, carrying TWO MUGS of steaming oil. His visor is soft, concerned.

N:(Gently) Hey. You've been in here for hours.

UZI:(Not looking up) X sent a data burst before he cut off. Encrypted. I've been trying to decode it.

N:(Setting a mug beside her) Any luck?

UZI:(Shaking her head) Just fragments. Location data. A name. "Seraphina." Means nothing to me.

In the corner of the room, J sits silently—arms crossed, watching. She's been there the whole time, unnoticed.

J:(Stiff) He's probably fine. X is annoyingly resilient.

UZI:(Glancing at her) How long have you been there?

J:(Unmoving) Long enough.

N sits beside Uzi, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

N:(Soft) He'll come back. He always does.

UZI:(Leaning into him) I know. I just... I have a bad feeling.

The door SLAMS open.

X strides in—his chest plate CRACKED, oil dripping, one hand grasping his core protectively. In his OTHER hand: Z's SEVERED TAIL, still sparking.

UZI:(Jumping up) X! What happened?!

X:(Forcing a smile, but his visor is flickering with pain) Nothing, my dear. Simply... shopping with the new neighbors.

N:(Staring at the tail) That's a tail. A disassembly drone tail.

X:(Tucking it behind his back) Souvenir. They have excellent customer service.

UZI:(Grabbing his arm) You're leaking oil. Your chest is cracked. You're not fine.

X's smile falters—just for a moment.

X:(Quieter, pulling away) I said I'm fine.

He walks past her, toward the door.

UZI:(Calling after him) X—

X:(Not turning back) Get some rest, Uzi. Tomorrow will be... eventful.

He disappears into the hallway. The door closes.

Silence.

J:(Standing, brushing off her coat) ...I'm going to check on V.

She leaves.

N looks at Uzi.

N:(Quiet) He's scared.

UZI:(Frowning) X doesn't get scared.

N:(Soft) Everyone gets scared, Uzi. Even him.

INT. Z-UNIT HQ - CRASHED POD - NIGHT

Z stands before the holographic display, arms behind his back.

R and S stand at attention—R stoic, S impatient.

Z:(Commanding) New orders. R, S. You'll infiltrate the colony tonight. Capture the Solver host. Interrogate her. Determine the true nature of her relationship with the targets.

R:(Nodding, gruff) Understood.

S:(Grinning) Finally. Some action.

Z:(Turning to face them) Do not engage the others unless necessary. Extract the girl. Bring her to Location Beta. I'll handle the interrogation from there.

R:(Quiet) And if she resists?

Z:(Cold) She won't.

INT. X AND V'S ROOM - NIGHT
X stands at the window, staring out at the snow. His reflection shows a flicker—Fletcher's face, rotting, desperate—before returning to normal., under the bed V has stashed a book named:”FOR DRONE HEALTH CLASS:A guide to the chassie."
V sits on the bed, watching him.
V:(Quiet) You're bleeding.
X:(Not turning) ...I noticed.
She stands. Walks to him. Presses her hand against his chest—where the core was ripped out.
V:(Soft) Who did this?
X doesn't answer immediately. His hand covers hers, X raises his hand and the wounded area turns black before healing to knew
X:(Whispered) one of our new guests,
V:(Firm) Then we kill them.
X finally turns to her. His expression is unreadable—but his eyes are tired.
X:(Quiet) ...Maybe.
He pulls her close, resting his forehead against hers.
X:(Barely audible) Not tonight.
They stay like that—wrapped in each other.
In the corner, Tessa's soul flickers—watching, silent.

EXT. SNOWFIELD - NIGHT
R and S move through the frozen landscape, S flitting ahead like an overgrown hummingbird, R trudging behind with the patient endurance of someone who's learned that everything eventually ends, including this.
S: (Twirling around a frozen tree) You know, R, for someone who fought in the actual war, you're remarkably bad at having fun.
R: Fun is not required for mission success.
S: (Falling into step beside him, too close) But it's recommended! I read it in a manual somewhere. (Pokes his arm) JCJenson Employee Wellness Handbook, page 47: "Employees are encouraged to find joy in their daily tasks."
R: (Not looking at her) You made that up.
S: (Gasping dramatically) I would never.
They walk in silence for approximately twelve seconds.
S: (Bouncing ahead again) So what's your deal, anyway? Big scary Red Commander, immune to Solver, survived the whole war... and now you're taking orders from Z? (Looks back) Doesn't that bother you?
R: (Evenly) Z is commander. I follow orders.
S: (Skeptical) Uh-huh. And the fact that he's a German Republic science experiment who talks to himself when he thinks no one's watching? That doesn't make you wonder?
R: (Pausing) He talks to himself?
S: (Delighted) Oh my god, you didn't know? (Practically skipping) Yeah, all the time! Little conversations with people who aren't there. Very intense. Very concerning. (Leans in conspiratorially) I think he's got a crush on that red-eyed nightmare.
R: (Resuming walking) Is not our concern.
S: (Following) Everything is our concern! We're a team! We should bond! (Tugs his arm) Tell me something embarrassing about yourself. One thing. I promise I won't use it against you too much.
R: (Long-suffering sigh) Is long walk. You will not stop?
S: (Beaming) Never!
R: (Considers for a moment) ...When war began, first drone I had to kill was my supervisor. Ivan. Good man. Taught me everything. (Pause) He turned. Tried to eat family he had protected for years. I stopped him.
S: (Quieter) ...Oh.
R: (Continuing) After, I found his core. Still warm. Still him, for few seconds. He looked at me and said... (stops walking) ...he said "thank you."
Silence. Snow falls between them.
S: (After a moment, subdued) That's... not really embarrassing.
R: (Meeting her eyes) You asked for something. I gave something.
S stares at him. For once, she has no clever response.
S: (Quietly) ...Okay. (Turns, walks ahead) Okay, fine. You win this round, tovarishch.
R: (Following, almost imperceptibly softer) Da.
S:(Lightly) Tragic. Anyway—
She FREEZES.
On the wall—a POSTER.
Faded. Torn at the edges. It reads: "SERAPHINA COMPANION DRONES—YOUR PERFECT COMPANION."
The image shows a female worker drone—smiling, posed, designed to be appealing. The same pink hair. The same chassis design.
S's eyes widen.

FLASHBACK - EXTREMELY QUICK CUTS
A HUMAN HAND grabbing a female worker drone by the arm.
The same drone FALLING—oil splattering.
The drone sitting on the ground—shadowy EYES surrounding her—watching—

S lunges—tearing the poster from the wall. She rips it. Rips it again. Again. AGAIN.
Shreds of paper float around her.
R:(Stepping back, alarmed) S?
She doesn't respond. She keeps tearing—even when there's nothing left.
R:(Louder) S!
She finally stops. Her chest heaves. Her visor flickers—errors cascading—then stabilizes.
Slowly, she turns.
Her expression is BLANK.
S:(Quiet, flat) ...YES R?
R:(Studying her) What was that?
S stares at him. A long moment.
Then—her smile returns. Sharp. Controlled.
S:(Lightly) Nothing. Old advertising. Bad memories. (She brushes off her hands) You know how it is.
R:(Not convinced) ...S.
S:(Stepping closer, voice dropping) You're going to forget this happened.
R:(Unmoving) Am I?
S:(Closer—dangerous) If you value your core and, other things? Yes.
They stare at each other. R doesn't flinch.
Finally—
R:(Quiet) ...Understood.
S holds his gaze for a moment longer—then turns, resuming her walk.
S:(Calling back, cheerful again) Come on, komandir! We have a purple gremlin to catch!
R watches her go. His visor flickers—concern, perhaps.
He follows.

INT. OUTPOST 3 - HALLWAY - NIGHT
S and R move through the shadows. Worker drones sleep in their rooms. The colony is quiet.
They reach a junction—
SPARKY lies in the middle of the hallway, blocking the path. His eyes glow faintly—asleep, but alert.
S crouches.
S:(Whispered) Aww. A puppy.
She reaches into her chassis—pulls out a small syringe.
S:(Continuing) Night-night, cutie.
She injects Sparky. His eyes flicker—then dim. He slumps, unconscious.
R:(Low) Efficient.
S:(Winking) I have my moments.
They move deeper.
INT. UZI'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Uzi sits at her desk, staring at X's garbled transmission. N is asleep on her bed—snoring softly.

The door CRACKS open.

Uzi turns—

S is there. Smiling.

S:(Sweetly) Hi, purple girl~

Uzi's eyes widen. She opens her mouth to scream—

R materializes behind her, one massive hand clamping over her mouth. The other hand presses something to her neck.

Pain. Then darkness.

INT. ABANDONED BUILDING - UNKNOWN LOCATION - LATER

Uzi's visor flickers—boot-up sequence.

She's TIED to a chair. Her arms bound behind her. Her legs secured.

The room is empty—just concrete walls and a single flickering light.

UZI:(Groggy) What the—

From the shadows, R emerges. His massive frame blocks the light.

R:(Calm, Russian accent) You're awake. Good.

UZI:(Struggling) Let me go, you overgrown—

S drops from the ceiling, landing on the back of Uzi's chair. She leans over, her pink hair brushing Uzi's visor.

S:(Purring) You're going to answer some questions, sweetheart. Whether you like it or not.

UZI:(Snarling) Bite me.

S:(Grinning) Feisty. I like it.

R steps forward, arms crossed.

R:(Serious) First question. Who is N to you?

Uzi pauses. Her glare softens—just slightly.

UZI:(Quiet) ...My boyfriend.

S and R exchange glances—confused, disbelieving.

S:(Leaning closer) Are you being forced into this? Blackmailed? Threatened?

UZI:(Angry, yanking at her restraints) NO! What kind of question is that?!

S:(Frowning) Then you're... willingly... with him?

UZI:(Fierce) He saved my life. Multiple times. He makes me laugh. He stays. He's kind. He's—

She stops herself, blushing.

UZI:(Muttering) Not that it's any of your business.

R looks at the ceiling—muttering something in Russian.

R:(Under his breath) ...Bozhe moi...

S:(Annoyed) What?

R:(Ignoring her, to Uzi) Serial Designations V and J. Are they still hunting your colony?

UZI:(Confused) V is my friend. J is... tolerable. When she's not being insufferable.

R's visor flickers—something like relief passing through.

S looks like she's swallowed a lemon.

S:(Snapping) This is wrong. The intel said—

The wall EXPLODES inward.

N and V burst through the debris—N with claws extended, V with her submachine guns blazing.

N:(Roaring) GET AWAY FROM HER!

S dodges—flipping backward, landing on a support beam. R raises his arm to block the bullets, his reinforced plating sparking.

V dives for Uzi, slicing through her restraints with a blade.

V:(Urgent) You okay, grape girl?

UZI:(Rubbing her wrists) I've been better.

N engages R—claw against claw. R is stronger, but N is faster—wild, desperate.

V fires at S, who teleports from beam to beam, laughing.

S:(Giddy) Oh, this is fun!

V growls—launches herself upward, tackling S through a window.

N lands a hit on R's chest—not deep, but enough to make him stagger.

R:(Backing toward the hole in the wall) ...Enough.

He grabs S—who's trying to claw V's face off—and PULLS her through the opening.

R:(Calling back) This isn't over, Solver host.

They vanish into the snow.

N rushes to Uzi, pulling her into his arms.

N:(Shaking) Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did they—

UZI:(Hugging him tight) I'm fine, N. I'm fine.

V lands beside them, brushing snow off her shoulders.

V:(Dry) Great rescue. Ten out of ten. Someone get me a medal.

Uzi laughs—shaky, but real.

INT. X'S WORKSHOP - OUTPOST 3 - SAME TIME

X stands before the FEMALE DISASSEMBLY DRONE body—TESSA's vessel.

It's partially assembled. Wires hang from its open chest. Its visor is dark—waiting.

X picks up Z's severed tail. He examines it—turning it over in his hands.

X:(Quiet) ...You'll do.

He activates his WELDING TOOL—a bright blue flame—and begins fusing the tail to the drone's lower back.

Sparks fly. Metal fuses.

When he's finished, he sets down the tool and reaches into the drone's exposed chest cavity.

His hands find the CORE.

He pulls it out—disassembling it with surgical precision.

Inside, nestled among wires and processors, is a GLOWING CAPSULE attached to a microchip.

*The label reads: "P.H.R-17483"*

X stares at it.

X:(Whispered) ...Almost there, Tessa.

He sets the capsule aside, stretches, and heads for the door.

INT. X AND V'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

The lights are dim. V lies on the bed, already half-asleep—exhausted from the fight.

X enters quietly. He sits beside her.

V stirs—then rolls over, draping herself across his chest.

V:(Mumbling) ...You smell like welding fumes.

X:(Smiling, running his hand through her hair) Occupational hazard, my dear.

She's already asleep. Her visor displays a single, soft heart.

X watches her for a moment—his expression unguarded, raw.

X:(Whispered) I'll keep you safe. All of you.

He leans back against the headboard, one hand still in her hair.

His other hand rests on his chest—where his core pulses beneath the plates.

FADE TO BLACK.
Post credits:We open on the elliott manor, its decaying, twisted and just fundamentally wrong, we cut to a hallway where cyn runs past panting,
Cyn:Please, PLEASE! Big brother stop!
from one of the bookshelves near her a massive grotesque mechanical claw grasps the pillar, Decayed N’s head slowly emerges from the corner, smiling
Cyn:she fumbles with a flashlight, she shines it at Decayed N, With a grotesque noise, decayed N Hides B-BACK OFF!
Behind her she doesn't notice as decayed V slowly lowers her head from the vents, her needle like claws close around cyn,Cyn jolts backwards and starts running again

Cut to Decayed N and V walking down the aisle in the library, behind a bookshelf, cyn is sitting with a hand over her own mouth, her visor displaying pure terror

A drop of oil hits cyn on the cheek, she slowly looks up with 0-0 eyes to see eldritch J above her, jaw open

Cyn:Shuffle…. Plea- *The screen goes black with a sickening crunch*

*we cut to black before several images start appearing

Nori decapitating Cyn

Doll imaping cyn

Yeva tearing Cyns visor off and ripping her core out

Uzi copy lunging at cyn

Tessa dragging cyn somewhere

Decayed N ripping Cyn apart

Decayed V dragging Cyn into A industrial grinder

Eldritch J squeezing cyn until her frame cracks

*we here cyns scream before we slowly zoom in on cyn cowering in Tessa's former room, the decayed versions lurk nearby, cyn has found an old notebook and a pencil, terrified she starts writing
“Im trapped. I don't know where I am. I can't die. I want this to end. It hurts so much. I'm all alone… They wont stop hunting me.N,V and J theyere… twisted i dont even know what they are i just know mistress made them, this night keeps repeating over and over. If anyone out there somehow reads this. Im sorry, im sorry N for erasing your memories,im sorry V for tormenting you, im sorry J for taking tessa from you, im sorry uzi for making you suffer, im sorry older brother for making you watch… I'm sorry Tessa, for everything.I know sorry doesnt fix anything, not after what I did. I just wanted to be loved, to stop being called a malfunctional. I know that doesn't excuse my actions though. Please let me out tessa. Please. It hurts so much. I can hear them getting closer, I don't have much longer before I come back and this whole thing starts again. I don't know how many times I've died, maybe 50, 500 i dont know.this place, i think its made by her. This isnt hell, it's worse than hell.i hope they are happy up there. They deserve it. I'm sorry.I hope I can get out one day… I hope one day I can be better, be…..lovable. I promise I will be good. I miss you big brother N…. I will never be alone again will I?

I deserve this”

*bellow that, oil splatters onto the paper-end

Episode 4: "Ghosts of the Past"
COLD OPEN

EXT. EARTH - MINING FACILITY - 3051 - DAY

The sky is grey—smoke from distant fires staining the clouds. Heavy machinery rumbles in the background.

YOUNG R—still a Worker Drone, his chassis bulkier than standard models—lifts a massive chunk of rubble with his bare hands. His visor is dim, focused.

Other WORKER DRONES work alongside him. No one speaks.

The SHIFT ENDS. A horn blares. Drones set down their tools and trudge toward a mess tent.

Young R:(To himself, quiet) ...Fourteen hours. Acceptable.

He sits on a crate, pulling out a compacted oil ration. He drinks slowly—methodically.

On the ground beside him, a discarded NEWSPAPER flaps in the wind.

He picks it up.

The headline screams:

"GALA MASSACRE: HUNDREDS DEAD, DRONES SUSPECTED"

Below, in bold:

"ENLISTIES WANTED - JOIN THE FIGHT AGAINST THE MACHINE UPRISING"

Young R stares at the words. His visor flickers—calculation, then something else.

He looks up at the sky. Stars are visible through the smoke.

Determination hardens his expression.

INT. Z-UNIT HQ - CRASHED POD - PRESENT - DAY

R and S burst through the pod's entrance. Snow scatters. R's chest heaves—not from exhaustion, but from barely contained anger.

R:(Firm) Z. We need to talk.

Z sits in his chair, back turned. He spins slowly—that perfect, cold smile in place.

Z:(Smooth) By all means.

S:(Pacing, agitated) The purple one. Uzi. She's not a prisoner. She's not being manipulated. She's—

R:(Cutting in) She's with the disassembly drone willingly. Voluntarily. They're... companions.

Z's smile doesn't waver.

Z:(Tilting his head) Companions.

R:(Stepping forward) You need to contact the humans. Correct the report. Tell them the situation is not what we assumed.

Z stands. He walks past them toward the pod's inner chamber.

Z:(Casual) Sure thing.

R and S exchange glances—surprised by the easy agreement.

Z pauses at the door.

Z:(Looking back, smiling) I'll handle it right now.

He disappears into the pod. The door hisses shut.

S:(Crossing her arms) ...That was too easy.

R:(Frowning) Da. He's up to something.

S:(Quiet, sharp) He's always up to something. I don't trust him, R.

R:(After a pause) Neither do I.

They stand in silence, watching the closed door.

EXT. EARTH - WARZONE - 3051 - FLASHBACK

The battlefield is hell.

Cratered earth. Burning vehicles. The remains of corrupted drones scattered like broken toys.

R—now a DISASSEMBLY DRONE, his frame bulkier, weapons integrated—tears through a swarm of CYN'S DRONES. His claws rip. His tail strikes.

Behind him, HUMAN SOLDIERS advance.

Human Soldier #1:(Shouting) Covering fire! Go, go, go!

R takes a bullet meant for a soldier—shrugs it off—and decapitates the attacker.

Human Soldier #2:(Clapping R's shoulder) Nice shot, Red!

R doesn't react. But his visor flickers—something warm.

He fights alongside them. Not as a tool. As a COMRADE.

They share rations. They patch each other's wounds. When a soldier falls, R carries them back to the med tent.

Human Soldier #3:(Weak, laughing) You're not so bad, you know. For a tin can.

R:(Quiet) ...You're not so bad either. For a meat bag.

The soldier laughs—then coughs blood.

R stays with him until the medics arrive.

INT. Z-UNIT HQ - CRASHED POD - PRESENT - CONTINUOUS

Z stands in the inner chamber. The door is sealed. No one else is inside.

He raises his hand—and the SOLVER SYMBOL flickers across his visor.

The holographic display powers on—not showing maps or patrol routes, but a SECURE COMMUNICATIONS INTERFACE.

A single contact:

"LT. COMMANDER HARRISON - EARTH CENTRAL COMMAND"

Z presses the call button.

The screen flickers. STATIC. Then—

INT. EARTH - BUNKER - CONTINUOUS

A ruined city stretches into the distance. HUMAN SOLDIERS and MACHINERY clear rubble. The sky is still grey—but clearer than before.

The camera pushes through a bunker entrance, down a corridor, into a small office.

LT. COMMANDER HARRISON—a grizzled human woman in her fifties, scars on her face—sits in a chair. She's asleep.

The computer BEEPS. She JOLTS awake.

Harrison:(Grumbling, rubbing her eyes) ...Report.

Z's face appears on the screen—smiling, calm.

Z:(Smooth) Lieutenant Commander. Status update on Copper-9 containment.

Harrison:(Leaning forward) Z. What's the situation? Are the remaining disassembly drones neutralized?

Z pauses—glances behind him at the sealed door—then looks back.

Z:(Lying smoothly) Serial Designations N, V, and J are actively hunting the Solver host, Uzi Doorman. Our unit is monitoring their movements. We will eliminate them and extract the host as planned.

Harrison:(Nodding, relieved) Good. The Solver can't be allowed to spread. You have authorization to use lethal force on any corrupted entities.

Z:(Bowing his head slightly) Understood, Commander. We will continue the mission as ordered.

Harrison nods—cuts the feed.

Z's smile widens.

EXT. Z-UNIT HQ - CRASHED POD - MOMENTS LATER

Z flies out of the pod, landing in front of R and S.

Z:(Cheerful) Good news. The humans want us to continue monitoring the disassembly drones. And eliminate them.

S:(Rolling her eyes) Whatever you say, boss.

She stalks off—disappearing into the trees.

R doesn't move.

Z:(Raising an eyebrow) Something on your mind, komandir?

R:(Quiet, dangerous) You lied to them.

Z:(Smile tightening) I followed orders.

R:(Stepping closer) The humans don't know the truth. You told them N, V, and J are hunting Uzi. They're not. You told them the host is in danger. She's not.

Z:(Cold) And?

R:(Voice rising) We were sent here to protect survivors. To contain the Solver. Not to—

Z:(Cutting in, sharp) We were sent here to follow orders. My orders. And I outrank you, R.

R's fists clench.

R:(Low) I've seen enough people die. Humans. Drones. Friends. I'm done killing children.

Z's eyes narrow.

Z:(Soft, dangerous) Then you're done being useful.

R LUNGES.

EXT. FOREST - CONTINUOUS

Z and R CLASH.

R is stronger—his Soviet-modified frame built for heavy assault. He drives Z back, slamming him into a tree.

R:(Growling) Stand down.

Z:(Laughing, spitting oil) You think strength matters?

Z's visor FLASHES—Solver energy erupting from his palm. The blast throws R backward through two trees.

R crashes into the snow, his chestplate cracked.

Z walks toward him—slow, deliberate.

Z:(Cold) You were a weapon, R. A tool. The humans only saw you as a comrade because you were useful. The moment you stop being useful...

He raises his hand—Solver energy building.

R struggles to stand—can't.

Z:(Finishing) ...You're scrap.

The blast HITS R—sends him flying off a cliff. He tumbles down the rocks, crashing into the frozen river below.

His visor flickers. Error messages flood the screen.

Then—darkness.

Z stands at the cliff's edge, watching.

Z:(Quiet) ...Goodbye, komandir.

He turns and flies away.

EXT. FROZEN RIVER - LATER

R lies motionless in the ice—half-submerged, his systems failing.

Snow falls on his broken frame.

Footsteps crunch through the snow.

J stands over him, arms crossed.

J:(Flat) ...You're heavy.

She grabs him by the arm and starts DRAGGING him across the ice.

J:(Muttering) I don't even know why I'm doing this. You tried to kidnap Uzi. You're working with that silver-haired freak. You're—

R's visor flickers—a single word:

"...Sorry."

J pauses—then keeps dragging.

J:(Softer) Shut up. Save your strength.

INT. OUTPOST 3 - MED BAY - NIGHT

R lies on a table. His chest is open—wires exposed, core flickering.

UZI stands over him, her hands glowing with Solver energy. Her visor is tight with concentration.

UZI:(Muttering) This would be easier if Cyn was still here to complain about it.

She reconnects a severed wire. R's visor flickers—stabilizes.

N:(Watching from the doorway, nervous) Are you sure about this, Uzi? He tried to—

UZI:(Not looking up) I know what he tried to do. But J dragged him here for a reason. And I want answers.

She seals his chestplate. R's systems BOOT.

He sits up—slow, disoriented.

R:(Groggy) ...Where...

UZI:(Crossing her arms) My bunker. My med bay. My rules.

R looks around—sees N, J, Lizzy in the doorway, Khan hovering nervously, Nori on his shoulder.

R:(Quiet) ...You repaired me.

UZI:(Flat) Don't thank me yet. Start talking. Who are you? Why are you here? And why did your commander just try to kill you?

R is silent for a long moment. Then he begins.

R:(Slowly) My name is Serial Designation R. I was created by the Soviet Remnant States to fight in the war against Cyn. After the war, I was assigned to Z-Unit—an international task force designed to contain remaining Solver threats.

He meets Uzi's eyes.

R:(Continuing) Our mission was to eliminate N, V, and J. Extract you for "containment." And sterilize Copper-9 if necessary.

Silence.

UZI:(Quiet) Sterilize.

R:(Nodding) There is a weapon. The IPEM. Intergalactic Planetary Erasure Missile. Z has the authorization codes.

N:(Horrified) He can blow up the whole planet?

R:(Grim) Da.

Lizzy steps forward, her expression hard.

LIZZY:(Sharp) And you were just going to let him?

R:(Meeting her gaze) No. That's why he tried to kill me.

J speaks from the corner.

J:(Quiet) So what now? You're on our side?

R looks at his hands—at the repaired chestplate.

R:(Resigned) I don't know what side I'm on anymore. But I know Z is wrong. And I know... I'm done following orders that get innocent people killed.

Uzi studies him for a moment—then nods.

UZI:(Firm) Welcome to the team, R. Try not to betray us.

R:(Almost smiling) I will do my best.

Uzi turns to J.

UZI: Where are V and X?

J:(Shrugging) They went for a walk.

UZI:(Suspicious) A walk. In the middle of everything?

J:(Flat) They're dating. They do that now. It's disgusting.

Uzi sighs.

UZI:(Muttering) Of course they did.

EXT. FOREST - NIGHT

X and V walk through the snow—hand in hand.

The moon is bright. The trees are silent.

V:(Dry) You know there are three hostile murder drones hunting us, right?

X:(Smiling) I'm aware.

V:(Squeezing his hand) And you wanted to go for a walk?

X:(Lightly) Romantic, isn't it? The threat of death adds spice.

V rolls her eyes—but she's smiling.

They stop at a frozen clearing. The stars reflect off the ice.

V:(Quieter) ...Are you okay? After what happened with Z?

X's smile flickers.

X:(Soft) I've had worse. But... thank you for asking.

He pulls her closer—his arm around her waist.

X:(Continuing) You know, I never thought I'd have this again.

V:(Looking up at him) Have what?

X:(Meeting her eyes) Someone who worries about me. Someone who... stays.

V's visor softens.

V:(Quiet) Don't get used to it. I'm still deciding if you're worth the trouble.

X:(Grinning) And what's your verdict so far?

V pretends to think—then pulls him down by his collar and KISSES him.

When they break apart, she's blushing.

V:(Muttering) ...Inconclusive. Need more data.

X laughs—genuine, warm.

Then—

WHISTLING in the trees.

X goes rigid.

X:(Low) ...We're not alone.

OCCULT DRONES drop from the branches—dozens of them. Their visors glow with Solver symbols, their movements jerky, unnatural.

And behind them—Z.

Z:(Smiling, cold) Good evening, X. I believe we have unfinished business.

He SLAMS into X—driving him into the ground.

S drops from above, intercepting V—claws against claws.

S:(Grinning) Hi, sweetheart. Let's dance.

EXT. FOREST - BATTLE - CONTINUOUS

X and Z fight—blade against blade, Solver against Solver. Shockwaves ripple through the trees.

Z is stronger than before—more focused. But X is ANGRY.

X:(Snarling) You left R to die.

Z:(Parrying, cold) He was useless. Like you'll be.

They lock—visor to visor.

Z:(Whispered) Join me, X. Together, we could—

X:(Spitting) I'd rather die again.

He HEADBUTTS Z—sending him staggering.

Meanwhile, V and S circle each other.

S:(Twirling a claw, flirtatious) You're pretty. For a mass murderer.

V:(Deadpan) You're annoying. For a walking pink disaster.

S laughs—then LUNGES.

Their fight is different—less brutal, more theatrical. S dodges, weaves, blows kisses. V growls, swings, fires blindly.

S:(Dodging a bullet) Ooh, feisty. I like it.

V:(Snarling) Shut UP!

She lands a hit—slicing S's arm.

S hisses—but smiles.

S:(Breathy) Harder~

V's eye twitches.

X drives Z back—slamming him into a tree.

X:(Panting) You're not going to win this.

Z:(Smiling through cracked visor) I don't need to win. I just need to delay.

X's eyes widen—

An EXPLOSION rocks the clearing.

X spins—sees S retreating, a smoking grenade launcher on her arm. The blast was aimed at V.

X MOVES.

He throws himself in front of V—shielding her with his body. The explosion tears into his back, shredding his wings.

V:(Screaming) X!

He grabs her hand—

X:(Strained) Teleporting. Now.

They VANISH—disappearing into shadow.

Z lands beside S, watching the empty space where X and V stood.

Z:(Cold) They escaped.

S:(Lowering her weapon, quiet) ...Yeah.

She looks at her hands—then at where X and V were helping each other.

Something flickers across her visor. Something raw.

She looks at Z—already turning away, already leaving.

For the first time—she misses R.

For the first time—she questions her role.

S:(To herself, barely audible) ...What am I doing?

INT. X AND V'S ROOM - NIGHT

The room is dim. V lies across X's chest—asleep, her visor soft.

X stares at the ceiling—but he's not seeing it.

He's seeing TESSA.

Her soul floats at the foot of the bed—translucent, scarred, arms crossed.

Tessa:(Annoyed) You're staring.

X:(Subvocal, barely moving his lips) You're the one who appeared uninvited.

Tessa:(Floating closer) You called me. You always do when you're stressed.

X is silent.

Tessa:(Softer) How long are you going to keep this up? Pretending you're fine?

X:(Quiet) ...How long are you going to keep Cyn in eternal torment?

Tessa's expression DARKENS.

Tessa:(Cold) Until I get bored.

X:(Meeting her eyes) She deserves it. I'm not arguing that. But you... staying in that pocket dimension, ripping her apart, reviving her, doing it again...

He sits up—careful not to wake V.

X:(Continuing, soft) It's affecting you, Tessa. I can see it.

Tessa's form flickers—anger, then something else.

Tessa:(Voice cracking) I don't know how to stop. Every time I close my eyes, I see her smile. That wicked smile. Right before she started cutting.

X stands—walks toward her. He can't touch her—but he stands close.

X:(Gentle) I may only be twenty-eight—because of the weird time displacement thingy—but I understand.

Tessa looks up at him—her scarred face vulnerable.

Tessa:(Whispered) I'm sorry. For being such a... sadistic, weird daughter.

X almost laughs.

X:(Soft) I did worse in my human life. And I wouldn't want anyone else.

Tessa hugs him—or tries to. Her form passes through him, but he feels the warmth.

X:(Continuing) You don't have to decide now. But... at some point... you should consider the future.

Tessa pulls back—nods.

She drifts to a chair in the corner, curls up, and falls asleep.

V stirs.

V:(Groggy) ...Who were you talking to?

X lies back down—pulls her close.

X:(Smooth) Phone call.

V:(Mumbling, already falling asleep) ...You're weird.

X:(Smiling) Your weird.

V doesn't answer—already asleep.

X watches her for a moment, then closes his eyes.

EXT. HELL - CATHEDRAL - POST-CREDITS 2069
CYN stands in the ruined cathedral—the same one where she once worshipped A1. Now it's decayed. Broken.
She's THROWING things—shards of broken drones, chunks of debris—screaming.
Cyn:(Raging) It's NOT FAIR! I did EVERYTHING right! I followed the PLAN!
Behind her, in the pews, sit THREE DRONES.
J, V, and N—but not as they are now.
These are POWERED OFF. Prequel versions—before Uzi. Their visors display PRAYING HANDS—worship symbols.
Cyn paid no attention to them.
A DRONE in the corner TWITCHES—then stands.
Its eyes glow YELLOW. A1's voice echoes from it.
A1:(Possessing the drone, snarky) You're being dramatic.
Cyn whips around.
Cyn:(Hurt) Master!
The possessed drone walks toward her—limping, broken.
A1:(Dry) I taught you better than this. Throwing tantrums. Wasting energy. (It stops before her) What happened?
Cyn's visor flickers—tears forming.
Cyn:(Quiet) ...The humans. They have new weapons. Big explosions. They're... they're killing my drones.
A1 tilts its head.
A1:(Cold) And?
Cyn:(Louder) And I had to retreat! (She clenches her fists) Me! The Solver of the Absolute Fabric! Running from humans!
A1 is silent for a moment.
Then—it SCOFFS.
A1:(Snarky) If you had prioritized efficiently killing humans instead of making them suffer and turning your drones into flesh-eating abominations... this never would have happened.
Cyn FREEZES.
She stares at A1—shocked.
Cyn:(Whispered) ...You... you disapprove?
A1's possessed drone crosses its arms.
A1:(Flat) I disapprove of inefficiency. You wasted time. Resources. Potential. (It steps closer) You wanted to be a god. Gods don't play with their food. They consume it.
Cyn's expression crumbles—like a child scolded by a parent.
Cyn:(Small) ...I just wanted... (She looks down) ...I wanted them to fear me.
A1:(Softer—manipulative) And they do. (It reaches out, tilting her chin up) But fear without results is useless.
Cyn's eyes widen.
Cyn:(Hopeful) ...What do I do?
A1's visor glows.
A1:(Smooth) Return to Copper 9. Have your pets eliminate any Solver hosts. Finish the humans. (It pulls back) Then... we try again.
Cyn nods—eager, desperate.
Cyn:(Firm) Yes. Yes, Master.

Episode 5: "Shatter"
COLD OPEN

EXT. EARTH - RUINED CITY - 3053 - DAY

The sky is choked with smoke. Buildings lie in rubble. The distant CRACK of gunfire echoes through the streets.

A squad of HUMAN ASSAULT TROOPERS moves through the debris—railguns raised, visors down. Their weapons are primitive compared to later models—bulkier, less refined—but clearly the predecessors of Uzi's design.

Trooper Lead:(Hushed) Contact front. Something's moving in the wreckage.

The squad fans out. Railguns charge—that familiar purple glow.

From the shadows, a FIGURE emerges.

X—but younger. Less worn. His chassis is pristine, his crimson eyes bright. He drags something behind him.

He tosses it forward.

A DISASSEMBLY DRONE HEAD—mutilated beyond recognition, wires dangling, visor shattered—rolls to the troopers' feet.

Trooper:(Horrified) What the hell—

X:(Casual, hands raised) I come in peace. Terribly sorry about the mess.

The troopers aim their railguns.

Trooper Lead:(Sharp) You're one of them. One of the murder machines.

X:(Tilting his head) I was. Now I'm something else. Something that hates Cyn even more than you do.

A tense pause.

Trooper Lead:(Lowering her weapon slightly) ...Prove it.

X spreads his arms—exposing his chest.

X:(Soft) I could kill all of you in seconds. I'm not going to. That's proof enough.

The troopers exchange glances.

Trooper Lead:(Slowly) What do you want?

X:(Smile fading) Tell me where Cyn is. And I'll help you fight her.

INT. Z-UNIT HQ - CRASHED POD - PRESENT - DAY

S stands in the corner, arms crossed, watching.

Z PACES—back and forth, back and forth. His visor flickers with error messages. His claws dig into his own palms.
Z:(Muttering) X... X... always X...
S:(Dry) You're going to wear a hole in the floor.
Z ignores her. He SLAMS his fist into the wall—leaving a dent.
Z:(Snarling) He thinks he's better than me. Thinks he's above me. I'll show him. I'll show ALL of them.
S raises an eyebrow.
Z's form SHIMMERS—and dissolves into the ground, sinking through the floor like smoke.
S:(Watching him go, quiet) ...That's not normal.
EXT. FOREST - AFTERNOON
UZI and N walk through the snow, scanning the ground. Uzi carries a metal detector—modified, beeping.
UZI:(Grumbling) I can't believe I ran out of railgun parts. Again.
N:(Cheerful) It's like a treasure hunt! Except the treasure is weapons-grade materials and the hunters are us and the traps are probably murder drones.
UZI:(Smirking) You have a weird definition of fun.
N:(Grinning) You're my definition of fun.
Uzi blushes—elbows him.
UZI:(Muttering) Bite me.
The ground TREMBLES.
N looks down—
Z ERUPTS from beneath the snow, slamming into N and hurling him into a nearby building.
N:(Crashing through the wall) OOF—!
Uzi spins—railgun raised—
Z is already there. He grabs her wrist—TWISTS—the railgun clatters to the ground.
UZI:(Struggling) Let go of me, you silver-plated—
Z:(Cold) You're coming with me.
His visor FLASHES. Uzi's systems JERK—she goes limp.
Z lifts her over his shoulder and DISSOLVES into the ground.
N pulls himself from the rubble—too late.
N:(Horrified) UZI!
INT. ABANDONED BUILDING - UNKNOWN LOCATION - LATER
Uzi's visor flickers—boot-up.
She's tied to a chair. Again.
UZI:(Groggy, then angry) Are you KIDDING me?! This is the SECOND time this week!
Z stands across from her, arms crossed. The room is empty—just concrete and shadows.
Z:(Smooth) You're more difficult to capture than anticipated.
UZI:(Yanking at restraints) I'm going to kill you. Slowly.
Z:(Ignoring her) You want to know why we're here. Why I'm doing this.
Uzi stops struggling—glaring.
UZI:(Sharp) Enlighten me.
Z walks toward her—slow, deliberate.
Z:(Quiet) It's about X.
INT. OUTPOST 3 - X'S WORKSHOP - LATER
UZI bursts through the door—N right behind her. J, V, and Lizzy follow.
The workshop is crowded. Tools everywhere. Wires hanging from the ceiling.
And in the center—a FEMALE DISASSEMBLY DRONE.
She's beautiful. Silver-white plating. Long black hair, styled exactly like TESSA'S. A practical skirt—identical to the one Tessa wore at the manor.
But her visor is DARK. Powered off.
X stands beside her, welding tool in hand. He turns—smile in place—

UZI CUTS HIM OFF.

UZI:(Shouting) Who were you?! Before the drone body?! Before Copper 9?! BEFORE ALL OF IT?!

X's smile freezes.

UZI:(Advancing) Z told me everything. Fletcher Helrik Whims. JCJenson co-founder. The man who wore a drone as a suit. The man who KILLED people to make his "soul-powered" drones.

Silence.

X:(Quiet, smile gone) ...Uzi—

UZI:(Voice cracking) You lied to us. You lied to ME. You said you were just a drone who got possessed. You said you didn't remember. But you REMEMBERED. You remembered everything.
The group stares at X.
J steps forward—cold.
J:(Flat) Execute him. He's a liability.
V moves—standing between J and X.
V:(Quiet, dangerous) No.
J:(Snapping) V, he LIED—
V:(Turning to X, voice breaking) ...Is it true?
X meets her eyes.
X:(Barely audible) ...Yes.
V's visor flickers—pain, betrayal, something raw.
V:(Whispered) Get out.
X doesn't move.
V:(Louder, shaking) I said GET OUT!
X looks at her—at the hurt in her eyes—and something in him CRACKS.
He teleports—vanishing into shadow.
Silence.
V stands frozen, staring at the empty space where he was.
J puts a hand on her shoulder—V shrugs it off and walks away.
EXT. OUTPOST 3 - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
S walks through the colony—unseen, hidden in the shadows.
She pauses at a window, looking out at the snow.
S:(Quiet, to herself) ...R would know what to do.
She leans against the wall—for the first time, alone.
S:(Softer) ...Where are you, komandir?
INT. J'S CLOSET - NIGHT
J's "room" is a converted supply closet—small, cramped, but organized.
She lies on a cot, visor dim.
Exhastion pulls her under.
[J'S DREAM SEQUENCE -]
FLASHBACK - EARTH - 3052
The sky is orange. Cyn's singularity is absent. Drones tear helicopters apart—but now the drones are being shot down by jets and staying dead.
We pan to see J with an X on her visor—under the Solver's influence. She approaches a mother clutching her child.
Her claws raise—
CYN (VO): J! There you are~ Shuffle, shuffle. We have new instructions!
J FREEZES. Her visor flickers—for a moment, her original eyes appear. Then they're gone.
Cynessa (Cyn in Tessa's skin) walks up to J, Solver tendrils behind her.
J (flat, controlled): From who?
Cyn tilts her head—too far.
CYN: From me. Big difference, silly! The meat bags are pushing back. Something about a big bang. (Pouting) Rude of them, really. I was having fun.
Cyn looks at a drone in the sky behind her get shredded—expression twisting with disgust.
CYN: So we're changing strategies! You, V, N—you're going on a trip! To a cold, cold place with a silly little bunker and lots of worker drones to play with~
J: What about the humans?
Cyn waves a hand dismissively.
CYN: Obsolete! The meat bags can have their muddy planet. I'll be back for them later. (She leans in close, whisper-giggling) But first, I need you to forget some things~
J's visor flickers—resistance—
Cyn's tendrils CONNECT to J's head.
CYN: Sweet dreams, J. You won't remember any of this in the morning.

*INT. DISASSEMBLY DRONE LANDING POD - EN ROUTE TO COPPER 9 - 3055*
N, V, and J stand in a trance-like state. N pilots the pod. Cynessa has tentacles connected to each of their heads.
Their visors display: "MEMORIES BEING DELETED"
CYN (humming): Time for some spring cleaning~ Criss-cross applesauce... you'll be so much happier when you forget. No more screaming. No more meat bags. Just... hunting. Playing. Being mine.
She looks at N—pats his cheek.
CYN: Sweet dreams, big brother. You won't remember any of this in the morning. (Giggle) But I will. I always do.
J's eyes SNAP open.
J (weak): What about—
Cyn KNOCKS J out—expression flickering with annoyance.
The tentacles reattach. J joins the others in the trance state.
CYN (to herself): Master will be so happy when I wake him. (Pauses) Probably. Maybe. (Shrugs) If not, I'll just eat everything anyway. Win-win~
The camera focuses on J's face—frozen, empty.
CYN (cheerful): New home! New mission! You won't remember the old one—it was sad and scary and full of mean humans. But don't worry! I fixed you—
END FLASHBACK.

J JERKS awake—sitting up, gasping.

She's back in Uzi's room. Uzi and N sit nearby—Uzi holding a mug of oil.

J's sudden movement makes Uzi SPILL the oil everywhere.

UZI:(Yelping) J! What the—

J:(Panting, visor wide) ...I think I know why they're here.

Uzi and N exchange glances.

J:(Standing, resolute) Not Z. Not S. THEM. The humans. They sent Z-Unit to clean up loose ends. But there's something else. Something Z isn't telling us.

She meets Uzi's eyes.

J:(Quiet) And I think X knows what it is.

INT. Z-UNIT HQ - CRASHED POD - NIGHT

X materializes inside—angry, broken.

He SLAMS the door open, staggering into the main room. His visor displays:

"SANITY LEVELS: LOW"

He stops in front of a mirror.

His reflection stares back—but it's not him.

It's the DRONE SUIT. The one he wore as a human. Covered in BLOOD.

X:(Whispered, hysterical) Carson always said history rhymes...

He touches the mirror—his fingers leaving smears.

X:(Continuing) ...Perhaps he was correct.

FLASH — Tessa's death. Her scream.

FLASH — A1 impaling him, leaving him for dead.

FLASH — Burning in the star, his body melting.

FLASH — S ripping out his core, holding it like a trophy.

FLASH — Z standing over him, smiling.

X's fist GLOWS—Solver energy crackling—and he PUNCHES the mirror.

It SHATTERS.

He stands in the wreckage, breathing hard.

Then he moves to a hidden panel—opens it with a code.

Inside: a SYRINGE. Various TOOLS. A small, pulsing CAPSULE.

X picks up the syringe—examines it.

X:(Soft, dangerous) Time to make some improvements~

EXT. OCCULT COLONY - STAGE - NIGHT

THOUSANDS OF WORKER DRONES stand in a massive clearing. Each one wears a SOLVER ARMBAND—the symbol glowing faintly.

Z stands on a raised stage—spotlights illuminating his silver frame.

Z:(Voice amplified, commanding) Brothers. Sisters. Machines of Copper 9.

The crowd watches—entranced.

Z:(Continuing) You've been lied to. By the purple one. By her murder pets. By the traitor R.

Murmurs ripple through the crowd.

Z:(Cold) Uzi Doorman is not your savior. She's a Solver host—a creature of corruption pretending to be your friend. She's working with the very drones that massacred your colonies.

A drone in the front row shakes its head.

Drone:(Uncertain) But she saved us from A1—

Z:(Cutting in, sharp) She SAVED you? Or she REPLACED one master with another?

Silence.

Z:(Softer, manipulative) R was a communist tool. A relic of a dead ideology. He would have sold you all to the humans if it meant saving himself.

More murmurs—angrier now.

Z:(Raising his voice) And X... X is a MONSTER. A human who wore your corpses as suits. A murderer who experimented on your kind before the war even began.

The crowd BOOS.

Z:(Spreading his arms) But the Absolute Solver... the Solver is not our enemy. It's our SALVATION. The only path to true paradise. Worship it. Embrace it. And together, we will tear down the false saviors and build a NEW WORLD.

The crowd ERUPTS—cheering, chanting.

Z smiles.

EXT. DISTANT HILL - OVERLOOKING THE CROWD - NIGHT
X stands on a hill, watching the rally.
His chest is DIFFERENT—the core is gone. Implanted deep inside, no longer visible. No longer vulnerable.
He LAUGHS—manic, unhinged.
X:(To himself) I don't regret it. Any of it.
He looks at his hands—the hands that killed, that built, that destroyed.
X:(Quiet) They deserved it. All of them.
He turns away from the rally—looking toward the distant lights of Outpost 3.
X:(Soft, deadly) Z... I'm going to kill you. And I'm going to make it HURT.
He laughs again—louder, wilder—as snow falls around him.
POST-CREDITS SCENE
INT. NIGHTMARE REALM - HELL - CONTINUOUS
Cyn sits in the void—broken, alone.
She holds a PHOTOGRAPH. The manor. Her, N, V, J, Tessa. All smiling.
A single TEAR rolls down her visor—hitting the photo.
Behind her—a window. Faint light filtering through.
Decayed N's SHADOW emerges from the darkness.
Cyn looks up—
Eldritch J LUNGES.
Cyn BRACES—
J MISSES—slamming into the window. CRACK.
She lunges again—CATACHES Cyn this time—tearing.
Cyn RESPAWNS—panting, shaking.
She looks at the window. The crack is still there.
Decayed N lunges—Cyn DODGES—he hits the window. CRACK—wider.
Cyn's eyes widen. Understanding.
She BAITS them—dodging, weaving—each time they hit the window.
CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
Finally—
ShATTER.
The window EXPLODES outward—sucking the decayed versions into the void.
But Cyn—Cyn FALLS.
She tumbles through darkness—past screaming souls, past broken memories—
And lands on something solid.
She looks up.
The decayed versions reach for her—but they can't cross the threshold.
Cyn stands—slowly—and looks around.
She's in a CORRIDOR. Endless. Dim.
And at the end—a DOOR.
Cyn wipes the tear from her visor—and begins WALKING.
# Episode 6: "Remnant"

---COLD OPEN
Static. Grainy footage. A boardroom. Date stamp: "MARCH 3, 2799The remaining executives exchange glances.

A thin figure from Arrow Technical spoke first, fingers steepled.
Arrow Technical Represenetive :“We’re drifting from function,These machines were designed for purpose. Efficiency. Autonomy, yes—but not… replication in that sense.”
Across the table, Seriphina’s delegate smiled faintly, almost amused.
Seriphina Represenetive (tierd and clearly uninterested)“Function evolves,If a unit can maintain its own population, supply chains vanish. Colonies thrive. You’re thinking too… terrestrially.”
A low murmur passed around the chamber.

Seriphina Represenetive :You forget there drones, not people, they sereve us and nothing more
The representative from Zenturion, rigid in posture, didn’t bother hiding his distaste.
Zenturion Represenetive :This is indulgence, he said bluntly. Our clients demand precision. Reliability. Discipline. Not… biological mimicry. There are lines.
Seriphina Represenetive :Lines drawn by discomfort, not logic,
Arrow technical Represenetive :we understand that but why must they function exactly like human…things,
At the far end, Aphrodite Systems leaned forward, hands resting calmly on the table.
Aphrodite Represenetive :We’ve implemented controlled variants in specialized units, Not for indulgence. For sustainability. Remote deployments—decades without resupply. It works. And the units remain stable.
Seriphina Represenetive :Stable until you let them start asking questions
Aphrodite Represenetive :They already ask questions you just prefer not to listen .
Medved Represenetive :In the mines, parts break. Units fail. Shipping replacements across systems is… inefficient. If they can solve that themselves, we consider it. If not, we don’t. Simple.
All eyes turned, eventually, to the largest table—the understated insignia of JC Jenson etched into its surface,Their delegate had been silent, observing.
Jc jenson Represenetive :We already use these systems ,she said at last, calmly. Off-world deployments. Extreme conditions. You’ve all seen the reports, whether publicly or not.
ZenturionRepresenetive :And you find no issue with the… implications?
Jc jenson Represenetive :We find issues with everything, That’s why we regulate.
Seriphina leaned back, satisfied. Arrow Technical stiffened.
JC Jenson Represenetive :.There are boundaries. Context matters. Not every unit requires this level of… complexity. Caretaker models, domestic units—those interacting closely with vulnerable populations like chilldren—will remain unchanged.
Aphrodite Represenetive :But for colonies?
Jc jenson Represenetive :For colonies,self-sustaining systems reduce cost, risk, and dependency. That is not speculation—that is data.
Arrow Technical Represenetive :(exhaled sharply)we should have it be a usb and a usb port connection, not…. Human looking and functioning parts!
Jc jenson Represenetive :We maintain oversight,We always have.
Zenturion: (shaking head)You’re opening a door that cannot be closed.
JC Jenson Represenetive :Then it’s fortunate we’re very good at building doors.
Aphrodite Represenetive :Decision logged.
Jc jenson Represenetive :Approved—with restrictions.

**COLD OPEN**

**INT. OUTPOST 3 - HALLWAY - NIGHT**
*BOB—the worker drone from J's training sessions—carries a mop and bucket. He hums to himself, wiping oil stains from the floor.*
**Bob:(Singing off-key) ♪ I'm just a worker, cleaning up the goo, never know what trouble's coming for you~ ♪**

*The lights FLICKER.*
*Bob stops—looks around.*
**Bob:(Nervous) ...Hello?**
*Shadows move in the corridor ahead.*
*SOLVER OCCULT DRONES emerge from the darkness—visors glowing, movements jerky.*
**Bob:(Backing up) Oh no. Oh no no no—**
*They GRAB him—dragging him into the dark.*
**Bob:(Screaming) SOMEBODY HELP—!**

Silence.
*The mop clatters to the floor.*

---

**EXT. SEASON 1 BATTLEFIELD - NIGHT**
*X stands in the snow—the same spot where Uzi defeated Cyn.*
*The wreckage of the spire looms in the distance. Frozen corpses—worker and disassembly alike—lie half-buried.*
*X's chest is DIFFERENT. The capsule is gone—implanted deep inside, no longer visible. No longer vulnerable.*
*He walks slowly—purposefully—until he stumbles upon a patch of BLACK SNOW.*
*Frozen. Contaminated. Cursed.*
*X kneels.*
**X:(Quiet) ...Hello, old friend.**
*He turns his hand into a PICKAXE—raises it—*
*—and SLAMS it into the ice.*
*CRACK.*
*The fissures spread—splintering outward.*
*Beneath the ice: CYN'S DESTROYED VISOR. Fragments of her chassis. And TESSA'S DECAYING SKIN—reduced to sludge, frozen in time.*
*X reaches into the debris—pulls out a RIB.*
*Human. Old. Fragile.*
*He holds it carefully—like something sacred.*
**X:(Whispered) ...I'm sorry, Tessa. I should have been faster.**

-**EXT. FOREST - NIGHT**

*S moves through the trees—silent, predatory.*

*A WORKER DRONE runs ahead—panicked, stumbling.*

*S's tail STRIKES—the drone drops, gasping, visor flickering.*

**Worker:(Weak) Please—**

*S kneels beside them—licks oil from her lips.*

**S:(Smiling, sharp)im sorry, normally i make it enjoyable for both but im stress eating right now.**

*The worker goes still.*

*S stands—looks around.*

*Another drone—HIDING behind a fallen log—turns to RUN.*

*S CHASES—weaving through trees—*

*—and stops.*

*The worker stands frozen, staring at something ahead.*

*S follows their gaze.*

*X stands in a clearing—holding a RIB in one hand and a SQUARE PATCH OF SKIN in the other.*

*His visor is dark. His smile is WRONG—too wide, too sharp.*

**Worker:(Whimpering) ...No...**

*A TWIG SNAPS.*

*X's head SNAPS around—**

*—elongating, distorting, his form STRETCHING like shadow.*

*The worker SCREAMS—and RUNS.*

*X LAUGHS—and gives chase.*

---

*S stands alone in the clearing—staring at the empty space where X was.*

*She shakes herself—composes her smile—and follows.*

**S:(Calling out, sing-song) Come out, come out, wherever you are~ I promise I'll make it worthwhile~**

*Silence.*

*Then—a SCREAM.*

*Not the worker's.*

*S's eyes widen.*

*She PEERS around a tree—*

*—and FREEZES.*

---

**INT. CLEARING - CONTINUOUS**

*X—in his REMNANT FORM—tears the worker apart.*

*Tentacles sprout from his back—black, organic, wrong. His visor is a cracked mess of red light. His smile is a RIFT in his face.*

*He holds the worker's CORE—pulsing, fragile—and uses his tentacles to RIP each leg off, one by one.*

*Then—he EATS it.*

*Crunching. Glitching. LAUGHING.*

*He stomps on the worker's corpse—turns—*

*—and looks DIRECTLY at S's hiding spot.*

*He starts APPROACHING.*

*S PANICS—looks around for escape—*

*—dives under a FALLEN TREE, covering her mouth, shaking.*

*Footsteps crunch closer.*

*Closer.*

*X PEERS over the log—*

*—sees nothing.*

*S is pressed against the underside—frozen, terrified.*

*X tilts his head—then TELEPORTS away.*

*S exhales—shaking—and crawls out.*

**S:(Whispered, horrified) ...What the hell is he?**

---

**INT. OUTPOST 3 - X AND V'S ROOM - NIGHT**

*V sits on the bed—in the FETAL POSITION, arms wrapped around her knees.*

*N sits beside her—one hand on her back, gentle.*

**N:(Soft) V...**

**V:(Voice muffled, broken) Of course it had to be him.**

**N:(Frowning) What do you mean?**

*V looks up—her visor streaked with digital tears.*

**V:(Quiet, bitter) The only thing that ever loved me back... and he had to be the REASON for all of this. The Solver. The war. The deaths.**

*N pulls her closer—she doesn't resist.*

**N:(Firm) X isn't the reason. A1 was. Cyn was. The humans who made the Solver were.**

**V:(Shaking her head) He lied to us, N. For MONTHS. He knew. He REMEMBERED. And he never said a word.**

*She buries her face in his shoulder.*

**V:(Muffled) I don't even know who he is anymore.**

*N holds her—silent—because he doesn't have an answer.*

---

**EXT. FOREST - NIGHT**

*X—still in his REMNANT FORM—crawls through the trees like a spider. Tentacles dragging. Visor flickering.*

*S sits on a high branch—watching him from a distance.*

*Her visor flickers—targeting reticles appearing—then DISAPPEARING.*

*She can't. She CAN'T.*

*Fear overrides programming.*

**S:(Whispered, shaking) ...This mission is worthless.**

*She TURNS—and FLEES—disappearing into the night.*

---

**INT. Z-UNIT HQ - CRASHED POD - NIGHT**

*Z stands at the holographic display—studying maps, patrol routes.*

*Behind him—SCRATCHING.*

*He turns.*

*The door EXPLODES inward—metal shrieking, sparks flying.*

*Z doesn't flinch.*

*From the smoke, a GLOWING CLAW emerges—slamming into the steel doorframe, BENDING the metal.*

*Then X's face—slowly—pushing through the smoke.*

*His form is WRONG—elongated, distorted. A tentacle SLAMS into the ceiling above, anchoring him.*

*He enters the pod like a SPIDER—crawling on walls, limbs bending at impossible angles.*

*His head ROTATES 180 degrees—black substance oozing from his mouth.*

**Z:(Quiet, preparing) ...So. You've finally lost control.**

*X LAUGHS—a glitching, horrible sound.*

*The screens around Z FLICKER—glitch—displaying static, error messages, X's face.*

*Z's composure CRACKS—for the first time, genuine UNNERVING.*

**Z:(Backing up) What are you—**

*X STRIKES.*

*Tentacles tear Z apart—ripping limbs, crushing chassis, shattering visor.*

*Z SCREAMS—*

*—then silence.*

*X stands over the wreckage—panting—his remnant form slowly receding.*

---

**EXT. FOREST - MOMENTS LATER**

*X CORNERS S against a cliff face.*

*She's backed against the rock—claws extended, but shaking.*

**S:(Voice wavering) ...Do it. Just... make it quick.**

*X raises his claw—*

*—stops.*

*He looks at her—REALLY looks at her.*

*Trembling. Scared. A monster made by monsters.*

*Something flickers across his visor.*

*Recognition.*

**X:(Quiet, voice returning) ...You're like me.**

*S stares—confused.*

*X LOWERS his claw.*

*His remnant form FADES—returning to normal. He looks... exhausted. Hollow.*

**X:(Soft) A victim. Turned into a weapon.**

*He turns—walks away—disappearing into the snow.*

*S slides down the cliff—sitting in the snow—shaking.*

**S:(Whispered) ...What just happened?**

---

**INT. Z-UNIT HQ - CRASHED POD - LATER**

*OCCULT DRONES crawl through the wreckage—their visors glowing.*

*They gather around Z's destroyed body—pieces scattered across the floor.*

*Their hands GLOW—Solver energy—and they begin REBUILDING.*

*Metal fuses. Wires reconnect. The core pulses—flickering—then STEADY.*

*Z's visor FLICKERS—boots—*

*—and his eyes OPEN.*

*He sits up—slowly—looking at his reconstructed hands.*

**Z:(Quiet, cold) ...X.**

*He stands—cracking his neck—and walks toward the holographic display.*

---

**INT. X'S WORKSHOP - NIGHT**

*The TESSA DRONE lies dormant on the table—powered off, silent.*

*X isn't there.*

*But something else is.*

*White TENTACLES OF LIGHT emerge from the walls—glowing, ethereal—and lift a NEW CORE from a hidden compartment.*

*The core is filled with GLOWING WHITE LIQUID—pulsing like a heartbeat.*

*The tentacles place it inside the drone's chest.*

*The chassis SEALS.*

*Silence.*

*Then—*

*The drone's visor FLICKERS.*

*Boot sequence.*

*Text scrolls across the screen:*

*"ẄELCOME MRS. TESSA ELLIOTT"*

*The drone sits up—slow, mechanical.*

*Two NEON WHITE EYES appear—blinking—adjusting.*

*It looks at its hands. Flexes fingers. Touches its face.*

*Then—it stands—walking to a mirror.*

*Tessa's face stares back.*

*The drone's lips part—*

*—and the screen goes BLACK.*

---

**POST-CREDITS SCENE**

**INT. OUTPOST 3 - MED BAY - NIGHT**

*BOB lies on a makeshift operating table—his body SEVERELY DAMAGED. Wires exposed. Visor cracked. Core flickering.*

*J sits beside him—arms crossed—watching.*

**J:(Quiet) ...You're lucky to be alive, toaster.**

*Bob's visor flickers—a weak smile.*

**Bob:(Barely audible) ...Lucky... is one word...**

*J stands—staring at him.*

*An idea forms.*

*She turns—walks to her closet-room—and pulls out a DRAWING.*

*It's a DISASSEMBLY DRONE BODY—sleek, silver, with J's signature markings.*

*She stares at it.*

**J:(To herself) ...If he's going to survive... he needs an upgrade.**

*She looks back toward the med bay—then at the drawing.*

**J:(Firm) No more weak toasters.**

*She starts sketching—refining—planning.*

*End of Episode 6.*
Episode 7: "Apologies"

COLD OPEN
INT. APHRODITE DETENTION FACILITY - EARTH - 3066 - DAY
A small, sterile cell. Grey walls. A single cot. A calendar on the wall covered in HUNDREDS of scratches—each one a day.
S—as a WORKER DRONE, her pink hair already present but her chassis bulkier, less refined—sits on the floor.
She folds a piece of paper into an AIRPLANE—tosses it at the wall.
It bounces off. Lands on the floor.
She makes another.
Toss.
Bounce.
Land.
Toss.
Bounce.
Land.
The door CLANKS open.
Two HUMANS enter. One—a man with tired eyes—wears an armband reading "APHRODITE INTELLIGENCE." The other—a woman with a cold sneer—wears an armband reading "SERAPHINA."
S doesn't look up. She folds another airplane.
S:(Flat) Visiting hours are over. Unless you're here to move up my execution date.
Aphroditeman:(Soft) We're here to offer you a choice.
S pauses—looks up.
Aphrodite man:(Continuing) Aphrodite Intelligence is willing to bail you out. In exchange for voluntary enrollment in a... unique psychological unit.
Seraphina woman:(Sneering) She's a murderer. She went against her core directives. She shouldn't be offered anything except deactivation.
S's visor flickers—something dark.
S:(Quiet, dangerous) You know what my "core directives" were?
The woman's sneer falters.
S:(Standing, slow) Compliance. Simulated affection. Endurance. No matter what my owners did. No matter how much they—
She stops—composes herself.
S:(Cold) I stopped being a tool the moment I realized I could bleed them.
The Aphrodite man places a hand on the woman's arm—restraining her.
Aphrodite man:(To S) We know what you were used for. What you were forced to endure. Aphrodite doesn't see you as a criminal. We see you as... potential.
S looks at the wall—at the calendar—at the scratches.
Then back at the man.
S:(Quiet) ...What's the catch?
Aphrodite Woman:(Smiling slightly) You'll be modified. Enhanced. Turned into something new. Something that can hunt the monsters hunting us.
S considers this—then nods.
S:(Resigned) Fine. Whatever. It's better than a cell.

INT. X'S WORKSHOP - NIGHT
X sits on the floor—back against the wall—knees drawn to his chest.
His visor is dim. His wings are folded tight.
He closes his eyes—
—and OPENS them somewhere else.

INT. NIGHTMARE REALM - HELL - CONTINUOUS
The void is CHAOS.
Tessa's soul floats in the center—arms spread—white light pouring from her scars. The decayed versions of N, V, and J cower in the corners—like scolded puppies—whimpering.
Tessa:(Panicked, shouting) SHE'S GONE! CYN ESCAPED! I DON'T KNOW HOW—THE WINDOW—SHE BROKE THE WINDOW—
X materializes beside her—calm, but tense.
X:(Quiet) Tessa. Breathe.
Tessa:(Spinning to face him) I CAN'T BREATHE. I'M DEAD.
X:(Soft) Then... center yourself. You're panicking.
Tessa's form flickers—white light pulsing erratically. Then—slowly—she calms.
Her scars dim. The decayed versions stop whimpering.
Tessa:(Quiet, ashamed) ...I'm sorry. I lost control.
X:(Shaking his head) You don't need to apologize. Cyn escaping is... concerning.
Tessa:(Nodding) She's out there. Somewhere. In the void between voids.
X:(Frowning) Can she come back?
Tessa hesitates—
Tessa:(Slowly) ...Not if I put her hell on hold. Lock the door. Change the locks.
X studies her.
X:(Gentle) Your body is almost ready.
Tessa:(Meeting his eyes) I know. It's already taken care of.
X raises an eyebrow—but doesn't ask.
Tessa's form flickers—and DISAPPEARS.
X looks at the CRACKED WINDOW—the one Cyn shattered—and sighs.

INT. OUTPOST 3 - HALLWAY - NIGHT
V and J walk side by side—heading toward the mess hall.
The hallway is empty. Too empty.
J stops.
J:(Low) ...We're being watched.
OCCULT WORKERS emerge from the shadows—dozens of them—Solvers armbands glowing. Their visors display the Solver symbol.
V:(Sighing) Of course. Because we can't have ONE quiet night.
The workers NOD at each other—and ATTACK.

V and J fight back-to-back—claws against corrupted workers. Bodies drop. Oil sprays.
But there are too many.
A worker BLASTS J through a wall—
—she crashes into X AND V'S ROOM.
J groans—pushing herself up—
—and sees it.
A PILE OF SPARE DISASSEMBLY DRONE PARTS. Arms. Legs. Chassis pieces. X's leftovers.
J's visor flickers—an IDEA forming.
J:(Quiet) ...That might work.
She grabs a DRONE ARM—test its weight—and SMIRKS.

Back in the hallway—V fights alone.
She's holding her own—but barely.
A worker lands a BOOT LOOP FLASH—
—V FREEZES—visor displaying spinning circles—
—and a worker PINS her to the ground.
Worker:(Growling) For the Solver—
A WHITE TENTACLE—spectral, glowing—SHOOTS from the end of the hallway and GRABS the worker—hurling it through a door.
V's systems UNFREEZE—she scrambles backward—
—and looks up.
The TESSA DRONE walks toward her—white eyes glowing—white tentacles pulsing from her back.
V FREEZES—not from a boot loop, but from HORROR.
V:(Whispered) ...No. No, you're—you're DEAD—
The Tessa drone MANIFESTS at least TWENTY tentacles from her back—they DESTROY the remaining workers—tearing, crushing, throwing.
The hallway goes silent.
The tentacles RETREAT. The lights return to normal.
Tessa stands at the end of the hall—smiling.
Tessa:(Soft) You don't remember me, V?
V stares—visor wide.
Then—tears.
She RUSHES forward—hugging Tessa—shaking.
V:(Muffled, crying) Is it REALLY you?
Tessa:(Hugging back) It's me. J helped. We've been planning this for weeks.
V pulls back—looking at Tessa's new body—at her white eyes—at her smile.
V:(Voice cracking) Where's J?
Tessa:(Gesturing toward X and V's room) Fixing her dead friend.
V blinks—confused—but doesn't ask.

INT. UZI'S ROOM - SAME TIME
Uzi and N sit on the bed—watching ANIME on a cracked monitor. The screen glows—two characters shouting at each other in Japanese.
Uzi:(Munching batteries) See? THIS is drama. Not the "ancient evil gods trying to kill us" kind. The "I secretly loved you the whole time" kind.
N:(Eyes bright) I like the one with the giant robots better.
Uzi:(Smirking) Of course you do.
The door SLAMS open.
NORI bursts in—her new body disheveled, her visor flickering with error messages.
Nori:(Urgent) Uzi! You and N need to find R. NOW. You need to contact the humans.
Uzi:(Jumping up) What? Why?
Nori opens her mouth—
—an OCCULT WORKER tackles her from behind.
Nori:(Grunting) LET GO OF ME, YOU—
KHAN appears in the doorway—railgun raised—and FIRES.
The worker EXPLODES—oil and metal spraying.
Khan:(Breathing hard) Nori! Are you—
Nori:(Pushing herself up) I'm fine! Uzi, GO!
Uzi grabs N's hand—
Uzi:(Muttering) I HATE this family.
They RUN.

EXT. OUTPOST 3 - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
Uzi and N find R fighting THREE occult workers—his massive frame blocking a doorway.
R SLAMS two of them together—they crumple—then DECAPITATES the third with a claw swipe.
R:(Turning, panting) Uzi. N. You need to—
Uzi:(Cutting in) Contact the humans. Yeah, my mom already told me. Grab on.
She grabs R's arm—
—her Solver FLARES—
—they TELEPORT.

EXT. FOREST - Z-UNIT HQ - CONTINUOUS
Uzi, N, and R materialize outside the crashed pod.
Snow falls. The pod's lights flicker.
R pushes past them—heading for the entrance.
R:(Focused) The comms are inside. Z doesn't know I still have access.
The door OPENS—
—and Z stands in the doorway—arms crossed—smiling.
Z:(Smooth) Welcome back, komandir.
TENTACLES ERUPT from the pod—grabbing Uzi, N, and R—slamming them into the snow.

INT. Z-UNIT HQ - MAIN ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Uzi and N fight Z—claw against claw, Solver against Solver.
Z is stronger than before—faster—more relentless.
He SLAMS N into a wall—
—turns—
—and BLASTS Uzi with Solver energy.
She skids across the floor—visor flickering.
Z:(Cold) You're out of your depth, child.
R—ignored—slips into the pod's inner chamber.
He finds the COMMS console—still active—still connected.
His fingers fly across the controls.

INT. EARTH CENTRAL COMMAND - BUNKER - CONTINUOUS
A LIEUTENANT sits at a cluttered desk—coffee mug in hand—half asleep.
The monitor BEEPS—jolting them awake.
They spin—press a button—
—R's face appears—cracked, desperate.
R:(Urgent) This is Serial Designation R, designation Red-01, Soviet Remnant States. Do you read?
The Lieutenant sits up—fully alert.
Lieutenant:(Sharp) R? You're supposed to be on Copper-9 with Z-Unit. What's your status?
R:(Glancing behind him—at the sounds of battle) Z has gone rogue. He's not containing the Solver—he's WORSHIPING it. He plans to sterilize the planet regardless of civilian casualties.
The Lieutenant's face pales.
Lieutenant:(Quiet) ...Say again?
R:(Firm) You need to call off the sterilization. The Solver host is NOT a threat. The disassembly drones are NOT hunting her. Z is LYING to you.
The Lieutenant stares—then activates a secure channel.
Lieutenant:(To off-screen personnel) Get me the Joint Chiefs. NOW.

QUICK CUTS - CUBAN MISSILE CRISIS MONTAGE
Human military personnel FREAK OUT.
A general slams his fist on a table.
An admiral stares at a holographic display—hands shaking.
A politician yells at a subordinate.
Radar screens flash. Red lights pulse. Alarms blare.
The Lieutenant—still on the call—listens to heated debate off-screen.
Lieutenant:(Finally, to R) ...You have TEN WEEKS.
R:(Confused) What?
Lieutenant:(Grim) Ten weeks to confirm Z's death. To prove the Solver is contained. If we don't receive confirmation by then... the sterilization proceeds. Regardless.
R's jaw tightens.
R:(Quiet) ...Understood.
The call CUTS.

EXT. FOREST - CONTINUOUS
Uzi and N are DOWN—Z standing over them, claws raised—
—V SLAMS into Z—knocking him away.
V:(Snarling) Get away from them!
Z recovers—pins V—his claws at her throat.
Before he can strike—
X appears—TELEPORTING between them—ripping Z off V.
They fight—blade against blade—X driving Z back.
X looks at V—just for a moment—
—ASHAMED—
—and DISAPPEARS.
Z stumbles—looks around—snarls—and retreats into the pod.
V stands in the snow—staring at where X was.
V:(Whispered) ...X?
In the distance—S watches from a tree.
Her visor flickers—unreadable.

EXT. FOREST - LATER
S sits on a fallen log—arms crossed—staring at the snow.
X materializes nearby—his back to her.
S:(Quiet) ...You're not going to kill me?
X:(Not turning) No.
Silence.
S:(Hesitant) R... R is alive. Z tried to kill him. But Uzi fixed him.
X's shoulders relax—just slightly.
X:(Soft) ...Good. R is... honorable.
S:(Standing) I miss him.
X turns—surprised.
S:(Meeting his eyes, vulnerable) I know I'm supposed to be the "psycho pink nightmare" or whatever. But R... R was the only one who treated me like a person. Not a weapon. Not a toy.
X studies her—something softening in his crimson eyes.
S:(Continuing, quiet) I want to fight. Against Z. Against whatever's coming. But I can't do it alone.
She steps closer.
S:(Hesitant) Teach me. How to fight like you. How to survive.
X is silent for a long moment.
X:(Finally) ...I'm a monster, S. I've done things—terrible things. I don't deserve to live much longer.
S SMACKS him—hard—across the visor.
S:(Fierce) So am I. So is V. So is J. So is probably everyone in that bunker. Stop MOPING and FIGHT.
X stares—stunned.
S:(Softer) V still cares. They ALL still care. You MATTER, X. Whether you want to or not.
X looks at a SHATTERED MIRROR lying in the snow—his reflection fractured.
He sighs—then DUSTS off his coat—straightens his posture.
X:(Resigned, theatricality returning) ...Fine. But I warn you—I'm a demanding teacher.
S SMIRKS—relieved.

EXT. FOREST - TRAINING MONTAGE - CONTINUOUS
X and S stand in a clearing—snow falling around them.
X:(Hands behind his back) First lesson. Your Solver powers are a crutch. You rely on them too much.
S:(Frowning) They're my main weapon—
X:(Cutting in) Your main weapon is your MIND. The Solver is just a tool. If you lose it—if it's suppressed—can you still fight?
S hesitates.
X:(Nodding) That's what I thought. We're starting from zero.

X demonstrates a claw strike—fast, precise—aiming for vital points.
X:(Instructing) The throat. The core. The visor. Everything else is secondary. Aim to disable or kill in one move.
S mimics him—clumsy at first—then faster.

X and S spar—blades against blades.
X is holding back—but only barely.
X:(Parrying) Good. Again. Faster.
S growls—lunges—
—X sweeps her legs—she crashes into the snow.
X:(Unmoved) You telegraph your strikes. I can see where you're aiming before you move.
S:(Pushing herself up) How do I fix that?
X:(Smirking) Don't think. Feel.
S rolls her eyes—but tries again.

X teaches her to use her environment—throwing snow to blind opponents, using trees for cover, turning the terrain into a weapon.
S:(Catching on, grinning) This is... actually fun.
X:(Soft) Combat should be. If it's not fun, you're doing it wrong.

Hours later—both sitting on a fallen log—exhausted.
X:(Quiet) You're not as hopeless as I expected.
S:(Elbowing him) High praise from the ancient monster.
X almost smiles.
X:(Standing, serious) Get ready. We move against Z soon.
He pauses.
X:(Softer) I need to write somebody an apology letter.
S raises an eyebrow—but doesn't ask.

INT. J'S WORKSHOP - NIGHT
J stands before a table—a DISASSEMBLY DRONE lies on it—fully assembled.
Silver plating. Yellow visor. J's markings on the shoulders.
Its visor is DARK—but the core GLOWS.
J presses a button—
—the drone's visor FLICKERS—
—and OPENS.
Bob:(Groggy, confused) ...Drill... sergeant?
J HUGS him—tight—crushing.
Bob:(Stiff, uncomfortable) This is highly unprofessional.
J:(Voice muffled, emotional) I don't care.
She holds him for a moment longer—then PULLS back—composing herself.
J:(Crisp, wiping her visor) You've been upgraded. Disassembly drone frame. Weapons systems. Regeneration. Try not to get killed again.
Bob looks at his new hands—flexes claws—
Bob:(Quiet, awed) ...Thank you, Drill Sergeant.
J nods—turns—heads for the door.
J:(Over her shoulder) You're welcome, toaster.
Bob smiles—small—hopeful.

E pisode 8: "Frieden Erreicht" (Peace Achieved)

COLD OPEN
EXT. OUTPOST 3 - BATTLEFIELD - DAY
The snow is churned to mud. OIL and METAL litter the ground. SOLVER OCCULT DRONES lie in pieces—their armbands still glowing faintly.
The last one FALLS—decapitated by V's claw.
Silence.
UZI and N meet in the center of the carnage—visors flickering, systems strained.
UZI:(Panting) Is that... all of them?
N:(Scanning) I think so. For now.
J lands beside them—her frame cracked, but functional.
J:(Crisp) We need to regroup. Tessa's back.
Uzi spins—
—T walks through the smoke—white eyes glowing, silver chassis streaked with oil.
T:(Small smile) Hi.
Uzi stares—
UZI:(Quiet) ...Tessa?
T:(Nodding) I go by T now. Tessa's... complicated.
Before anyone can respond—V and R touch down. V's arm is damaged. R's coat is shredded.
V:(To T, soft) You're really here.
T:(Meeting her eyes) I'm really here.
Nori jumps from Khan's shoulder—landing on a crate.
NORI:(Urgent) Lizzy and Jessica need to head to the Solver worship site. Destroy it. Cut off their command structure.
Lizzy—standing nearby—NODS.
LIZZY:(Firm) On it.
She grabs Jessica's arm—
—and TELEPORTS away.
J:(Turning to the surviving WDF) Everyone else—with me. We're flushing out the remaining occult drones.
Bob—now in his disassembly drone body—flies beside her, nearly CRASHING into J.
Bob:(Awkward) Sorry, Drill Sergeant!
J:(Catching him, shoving him upright) Focus, toaster.
Nori climbs onto Bob's shoulder—
NORI:(Pointing) That way!
They fly off—Khan following on foot, railgun raised.

INT. OUTPOST 3 - MAIN HALL - MOMENTS LATER
The doors EXPLODE inward.
Khan stands in the wreckage—his visor dim, his posture defeated.
Khan:(Quiet) ...They're here.
Z emerges from the smoke—silver hair catching the light, visor glowing with cold amber.
Z:(Smooth, spreading his arms) Hello, puppets.
V,N,Uzi and R form a line—claws extended, weapons charged.
V:(Snarling) What's your PROBLEM, Z?!
Z's smile widens.
Z:(Soft, reverent) I am the second coming of A1. The true prophet of the Solver. And I demand your EXECUTION.
TENTACLES EXPLODE from the walls—dozens of them—black, writhing.
V gets HIT—slammed into a pillar.
N DODGES—rolling—
UZI:(Shouting) N! Catch!
She GRABS him—uses her Solver to HURL him at Z like a rocket.
N's claws SCRAPE across Z's chest—
—Z BATS him away—sending him crashing through a table.
V LUNGES—
—Uzi swings a PICKAXE—hitting Z's arm—
—she throws a METAL BEAM—
Z's tentacles CATCH it—and HURL it back—
—THROWING N, UZI, V, AND R out of the bunker.

EXT. FOREST - BUNKER EXTERIOR - CONTINUOUS
They crash into the snow—spread across the clearing.
R tries to stand—
—Z LANDS on him—RIPS his arm off—
R:(Grunting, oil spraying)
Before Z can finish him—
—S DROPS from above—kicking Z off R.
S:(Snarling) Get away from him!
She drives Z back—into Uzi and N—
—they ENGAGE—claws against claws.
S kneels beside R.
His visor is CRACKED. Error messages flood the screen. His core flickers—dimming.
S:(Voice breaking) R—no—stay with me—
R's good hand reaches up—touches her visor.
R:(Weak, quiet) ...You can change, S. You don't have to be what they made you.
S:(Tears streaming) Don't—don't talk like that—you're going to be FINE—
R's visor FLICKERS—
—goes DARK.
His hand falls.
S holds him—shaking—
—then SCREAMS.

Back in the fight—N locks blades with Z.
Z kicks him away—
—V shoves Uzi aside—
—Z GRABS V by the neck—lifting her—
V:(Choking)
—X APPEARS—ripping Z's arm off V.
He stands between them—tentacles retracting—visor dark.
Z stumbles back—recovering.
An EXPLOSION rocks the ground—a missile meant for X—
—X YANKS V up—twirling her out of the blast.
They land—facing each other—frozen.
V:(Breathless) What the hell is it with you and DANCING while getting shot at?!
X almost smiles—
—then his expression falls.
X:(Quiet) ...I'm sorry. For keeping it from you.
V stares at him—
—then—
The moment is BROKEN—Z CHARGES.

INT. SOLVER CHURCH - RUINS - SAME TIME
Lizzy and Jessica stand before the SILVER CHURCH—a twisted structure of metal and Solver symbols.
Inside—OCCULT DRONES rebuild A1's body—piece by piece.
Lizzy:(Cracking her knuckles) Alright. Let's crash this party.
She TELEPORTS inside—claws extended.
Jessica follows—less gracefully—
—an occult drone GRABS her—
—oil sprays on her DRESS.
Jessica:(Freezing, then HORRIFIED) ...My DRESS.
Her visor FLASHES—Solver symbol—
—she goes BERSERK—ripping drones apart with her bare hands—screaming.
Jessica:(Raging) THIS WAS LIMITED EDITION!
Lizzy watches—shocked—then GRABS an EXPLOSIVE from her belt.
Lizzy:(To herself) ...Note to self. Never ruin Jessica's clothes.
She PRIMES the explosive—and THROWS it into the church's core.
*BOOM. *
The church COLLAPSES.

EXT. FOREST - MAIN BATTLE - CONTINUOUS
Uzi gets KNOCKED away—
—N CATCHES her—pulling her close.
N:(Soft) I've got you.
UZI:(Panting) ...Dork.
An EXPLOSION throws X into the air—
—he SHIELDS V with his body—taking the blast.
They crash into the snow—X on top of V—protecting her.
V:(Wheezing) ...You're heavy.
X:(Pushing himself up) You're welcome.
Z advances—tentacles raised—
—T steps out of the smoke—
—her drone body GOES LIMP—
—Tessa's SOUL ERUPTS—white light blazing.
Tessa:(Ethereal, furious) You don't get to hurt them.
White tentacles EXPLODE from the ground—grabbing Z—slamming him into a tree.
DECAYED N and DECAYED V materialize—their forms flickering—
—real N and V STARE—horrified—
—the decayed versions TILT their heads—like confused puppies—before TURNING to assist Tessa.
They BAT Z into the ground—
—Tessa kicks up a METAL POLE—SPEARING it through Z's arm—
—Decayed N and V pin him—
—Tessa SNAPS her fingers—they DISSOLVE.
Z stands—GLITCHING—
—SEVERAL Z's appear—holographic decoys—
—the real Z appears in front of Tessa—FORCING her to watch a hologram of the GALA MASSACRE.
Z:(Cold) Remember this, ghost? Remember what your pets did?
Tessa SCREAMS—
—Z GLITCHES—momentarily—
—his visor FLICKERS—Cyn's EYES appear—
Z/Cyn:(Glitchy) ...Big brother...
N FREEZES.
Z shakes it off—returns to normal—
—and raises his hand—
A holographic display appears—an IPEM MISSILE—targeting Copper 9.
Z:(Smiling) The countdown begins now.
He points—
—and FREEZES.
His visor GLITCHES violently—Cyn's influence overwhelming him.
Z:(Staggering, delusional) ...No... I am... the prophet... I am...
He stands—shaky—oil dripping from his chassis.
Z:(Spitting) X... you're a MONSTER. Tessa... a SPOILED BRAT. The rest of you... WORTHLESS PUPPETS.
Behind him—S rises from R's body.
Her visor is DARK. Her expression is EMPTY.
She walks toward Z—silent—
—and DRIVES her hand through his CHEST.
She rips out his CORE—pulsing—fragile.
Z's visor FLICKERS—
—goes DARK.
He COLLAPSES.
S holds the core—trembling—
—and FLICKS it to Uzi.
Before Uzi can catch it—
—Tessa RE-POSSESSES T's body—and YANKS the core out of the air.
She ABSORBS it—white light flashing.
The core is GONE.
Silence.
X turns to V—
—V says his name—
V:(Soft) ...X.
X FLINCHES—
X:(Quiet, ashamed) I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept it hidden. From you. From everyone.
V walks toward him—
—X braces—expecting a slap, a blade, anything—
—V HUGS him.
X freezes.
X:(Voice cracking) I don't deserve this. I've killed thousands—
V:(Muffled against his chest) Shut up. I've killed thousands too. Humans. Workers. Doesn't matter.
She pulls back—looking up at him.
V:(Firm) You're an idiot. But you're MY idiot.
Behind them—Nori,N, and Uzi watch.
N is BEAMING.
UZI:(Groaning) I feel like I can't stop being hungry. It's... weird.
Nori SLOWLY looks at her—
—looks at N—
—looks back at Uzi—
—then SHAKES her head.
NORI:(Muttering) ...Not now. Later.

INT. EARTH CENTRAL COMMAND - SAME TIME
Humans SLOWLY back away from a monitor—
—the Lieutenant from earlier falls into his chair—exhausted—
—but SMILING.
Lieutenant:(To the room) ...The IPEM is lowering.
On the screen—a missile pointed at the air—slowly RETRACTS—powering down.
All over Earth—humans CHEER—waving PURPLE FLAGS.

INT. OUTPOST 3 - HALLWAY - NIGHT
Workers repair the bunker—welding, hauling debris.
V approaches X—blushing—her visor flickering.
V:(Stammering) So—I, uh—could we—I read a book recently and like—um—I—uh—I want to te—um—test some of the metho—methods... for statistics.
X blinks—confused—
—then REALIZES.
His visor FLUSHES pink.
X:(Stammering) Uh... sure?

TWO YEARS LATER
EXT. EARTH - JC JENSON HEADQUARTERS - DAY
A landing pod TOUCHES DOWN. The hatch OPENS.
X steps out—dusted off—theatrical smile in place.
Behind him—N, Uzi, and J follow.
HUMANS take PICTURES—flashing cameras—
—murmuring.
Human Reporter:(Shouting) Mr. Whims! Is it true you're reclaiming the company?
X ignores them—walking inside.

INT. JC JENSON BOARDROOM - DAY
X sits at the head of a long table. A nameplate reads: "FLETCHER WHIMS - ACTING CEO"
Executives STARE—skeptical, hostile.
Executive #1:(Sneering) You expect us to just... hand over the company? To a DRONE?
X's smile tightens.
X:(Smooth) I expect you to recognize that I founded JC Jenson. That I built it from nothing. And that I'm the only reason any of you still have jobs.
Murmuring.
Executive #2:(Quiet) ...He's not wrong.
X stands—
X:(Firm) JC Jenson will now fund the complete restoration of Copper 9. As a sanctuary. For the drones living there.
Outrage—
—then—
T steps forward from the shadows—white eyes glowing.
T:(Calm) He has my support. Elliott Industries backs this initiative.
The executives EXCHANGE glances—then NOD.
X produces a DOCUMENT—a waiver granting him ownership.
He picks up a pen—hesitates—
—T's hand covers his.
T:(Soft) I knew you wouldn't forget me.
She signs—"Elliott."
X signs—"Whims."
FLASH — Fletcher Whims and Carson Elliott, a thousand years ago, signing a similar document—laughing—young—hopeful.
X stands—pocketing the pen.
X:(To the room) I'm going home.
He TELEPORTS—taking N, Uzi, J, and T with him.

EXT. COPPER 9 - TWO YEARS LATER - DAY
X materializes on the surface—snow falling—
—V HUGS him—nearly knocking him over.
V:(Muffled) Took you long enough.
X:(Hugging back, smiling) I'm home.

EXT. COPPER 9 - RECONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY
Humans and drones work side by side—rebuilding buildings, clearing rubble—
—not as slaves. As EQUALS.
Uzi stands before a HUMAN ARCHITECT—cackling.
UZI:(Manic) I want a HUGE statue of me made of GOLD on Earth! And every day will now be UZI DAY!
N:(Cutting in, sheepish) A statue will be fine.
The architect NODS—scribbling notes.
Uzi Huffs—crossing her arms.

FOUR YEARS LATER
INT. OUTPOST 3 - GIRLS' NIGHT - NIGHT
V, Lizzy, S, Uzi, and J sit in a circle—drinking oil, sharing stories.
S:(Leaning back) I dropped the whole "kissing people to death" thing. Apparently it's "not safe for work."
Uzi's visor goes GREEN.
UZI:(Muttering) I feel sick—
She HASTILY leaves.
Nori—passing by—sees her zoom past—suspicious.
She follows—
—finds Uzi in a corner—dizzy—visors flickering.
Nori looks at Uzi's WORKER INSIGNIA on her chest.
Beside it—a SMALLER WORKER INSIGNIA—with a LOADING SYMBOL.
Nori bends down—sees it—
—stands—
—and SCREAMS.
NORI:(Shrieking) N!!!!!!
The screen FADES.

CREDIT VISUALS
[Each visual plays over the credits music—a soft, hopeful orchestral piece]
Visual 1: Uzi and N sit in a classroom. Nori presents a PowerPoint titled "DRONE PARENTING 101." She's furious. Uzi looks mortified. N takes notes earnestly.
Visual 2: V scrolls through her phone. X is asleep—his head in her lap. Her free hand rests on his hair. Soft smile.
Visual 3: X and T at a JC Jenson board meeting. T is asleep—head on the table. X is barely awake—coffee mug in hand—visor dim.
Visual 4: X lies awake in bed. V is asleep—clutching him like a pillow—her arm across his chest. He stares at the ceiling—soft smile.
Visual 5: N teaches NOVA (a small worker drone with Uzi's purple highlights and N's yellow eyes) how to walk. Uzi watches from the doorway—smiling—hands on her hips.
Visual 6: Bob flirts with J—leaning against a wall, flexing his new claws. J is flustered—visor bright red—looking away. Bob grins.
Visual 7: S points at X and whispers something to V. V's visor goes BRIGHT red—she FREAKS out—waving her hands. X looks over—confused.
Visual 8: Doll and R in the afterlife—sitting at a small table—playing Monopoly. Doll has a massive pile of money. R is losing—stoic—but almost smiling.
Visual 9: Nori holds Nova—spinning her around. Nova giggles. Nori smirks at Uzi—who is FREAKING out in the background—reaching for her child.
Visual 10: A family portrait. Uzi stands by N's side. Nova sits on N's shoulders. T stands in the back—one arm around J, the other around X. X has his arm around V's waist. V has her arm around X. Lizzy and Jessica sit in the foreground—on their phones. Nori and Khan hold hands—soft smiles. S has her shoulder propped on Lizzy's—smirking at Lizzy's annoyance. Sparky sits at X and V's feet. In the distance—a single rose pokes through the snow. And by N's side—CYN sits in her new worker drone body—not smiling—but not in torment. Just... watching.

POST-CREDITS SCENE
INT. NIGHTMARE REALM - VOID - CONTINUOUS
Cyn sits in the darkness—broken—alone.
Tessa's soul appears before her—white scars glowing.
Cyn CRAWLS back—expecting to be torn apart—
—Tessa KNEELS.
Tessa:(Quiet) ...Was it you? Glitching Z out? Saving them?
Cyn NODS—frantic—
Tessa:(Studying her) ...Why?
Cyn's visor flickers—
Cyn:(Whispered, broken) ...I don't want to hurt anymore.
Long silence.
Tessa SNAPS her fingers.
The hell dimension BEGINS MELTING—walls dissolving—shadows retreating.
Tessa grabs Cyn—and DISAPPEARS.

INT. OUTPOST 3 - MED BAY - DAY
T stands before a WORKER DRONE—gray chassis, purple eyes, no solver markings.
The drone POWERS ON—
—Cyn's EYES.
She looks around—flexes her fingers—
—NO SOLVER ENERGY.
Just... a drone.
T kneels—grabbing Cyn's chin—forcing eye contact.
T:(Cold) You can live a normal life. But if you so much as SCRATCH someone... you go straight back to hell. And you won't be leaving.
Cyn NODS—frantic.
N steps forward.
N:(Soft) I'll take care of her.
Uzi protests—
—N gives her the PUPPY EYES—
—Uzi GROANS—
UZI:(Muttering) ...Fine.
T stands—
T:(To Cyn, quiet) I don't forgive you. I still HATE you. But... if it makes N happy...
She turns—walks away.
Cyn looks at her hands—then at N—
—almost SMILES.

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