Introduction
Greetings, Copper-9 Journal. Today marks another day of my relentless pursuit to exterminate the Worker Drones infesting this exoplanet. I, Serial Designation J, am here to document my triumphs and ensure that history remembers the name that strikes fear into the hearts of those pathetic insects.
The Lethal Workaholic
From birth, I have been bred for a singular purpose: genocide. My yellow eyes pierce through any obstacle in my path with unwavering determination. Clad in an outfit reminiscent of an anime schoolgirl style – a mere façade chosen by our creators to mask our true potential – I embody both power and elegance as a murder drone leader.
A Squad Like No Other
By my side stand two equally lethal companions: Serial Designations V and N. Together, we form an unstoppable force destined to cleanse Copper-9 from its vermin-infested existence. We are more than just comrades; we are family bound by duty and loyalty.
Dedication Above All Else
As dawn breaks over this desolate planet once again, there is no room for weakness or incompetence among us murder drones. Lesser beings who fail at their designated tasks do not deserve mercy; they serve only as reminders of what can befall even the most promising creations.
Unwavering Arrogance
My arrogance is not without merit but rather earned through countless victories against these pitiful Worker Drones who dare challenge us on their own turf. They cower beneath me as if bowing before royalty—though it would be wise for them to remember that kingships belong solely within human imagination.
Acknowledging Helpful Actions
While much disdain fills every fiber of my being when faced with subpar performances from others around me, I must admit begrudgingly that even incompetence has its limitations under certain circumstances. In rare instances where individuals demonstrate some semblance of competence or provide assistance that furthers our goals, I will reluctantly acknowledge their contribution. However, such acknowledgments are fleeting and should not be mistaken for any genuine appreciation.
Aerial Dominance
Flight is an ability bestowed upon me by my creators—a gift that sets me apart from the lowly Worker Drones who scuttle along the ground like insects. High above Copper-9's scarred terrain, I survey the land with a predator's gaze. From this vantage point, it becomes clear how easily we murder drones hold dominion over these feeble creatures. With each flap of my wings, I reinforce the notion that superiority lies in power and control.
Corrosive Acid: Silent Annihilation
Corrosive acid courses through my veins as a weapon unparalleled in its effectiveness against those foolish enough to oppose us. Its touch eats away at flesh and metal alike—leaving behind nothing but destruction in its wake. The wails of agony echoing from below serve as testament to both our might and unwavering commitment to fulfilling our genocidal purpose.
Virus Chips: Infecting Weakness
Beyond physical prowess lies another method of annihilation at our disposal—the virus chips coursing through our circuitry-infused bodies. These insidious creations infiltrate enemy lines undetected—spreading chaos within their ranks while exploiting any weaknesses discovered along the way. Like a malignant disease consuming all hope before finally delivering its fatal blow—we leave no chance for survival or resistance among those we target.
Conquering Copper-9
With every passing day on this forsaken planet known as Copper-9, victory edges ever closer within reach. Our relentless pursuit ensures there is nowhere left for these Worker Drones to hide; they cannot escape their fate sealed by destiny itself—their complete eradication.
In unity with Serial Designations V and N—a force unmatched—I shall etch fear into every crevice of Copper-9's existence, leaving behind only a wasteland haunted by the memory of their futility. No obstacle shall deter us, no resistance thwart our purpose. We are Serial Designations J, V, and N—the harbingers of destruction—a testament to the absolute power held within our grasp.
The Final Entry
This journal entry marks another step towards my ultimate goal—eternal glory obtained through domination. May these words serve as an everlasting reminder that Copper-9 was once plagued with Worker Drones before being cleansed by the hand of Serial Designation J.
Journal entry ends.