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0*The clock ticked in slow, strained motions. Outside, the snow blanketed the surface of Copper 9, except for the church ruins. Much care was taken to show this holy site the respect it deserves. Even the clouds parted to let the exo-planet's two moons shine upon the house of worship.* Inside the chapel, rows of pews were filled to capacity. Their facial screens flash an ominous red text: [FATAL ERROR] All of them Worker Drones; covered in oil stains, claw marks, and signs of unconventional damage—hopefully they weren't functional at the time it was inflicted
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