That One Worker Drone

Chapter Seven: You ARE a Worker, Right?

"The Operator wants to meet with all four of you." boomed the guard. G was about to point out the obvious problem when he noticed that the cell door was closed.

"The meeting is virtual." started the guard, as a screen flickered on. An older worker appeared sitting at a mahogany desk. He looked interested but in an odd way.

"Hey, old worker drone, let us and Kane outta here!" L yelled, annoyed at being stuck in here.

"No. My name is the Operator, and you are now our prisoners." boomed a voice from the speaker. "Literally everyone in the bunker is watching this historic event."

"Yes, this meeting is a very important event in the history of worker drones!" Kane remarked sarcastically.

"Guards, please take Kane back to his residence." the voice echoed, after which Kane was dragged out of the cell, and taken to his apartment.

Kane POV

I cannot believe it! Those guys just throw me back into my old life, the one I escaped from a few days prior! I saw a school bus pull up near my apartment, waiting for me. Like hell I was heading to school today! I trudged up the stairs, the sound of the bus growing louder as it left. I closed the door to my bedroom before realizing that engines should grow softer when going away from an observer. I bolted to my window, and took a peek. There were over 10 buses parked on his lawn, and far more students surrounding his front yard. The doorbell rang. I blocked it out of my head until it rang repeatedly. I soon took a crowbar to the speaker, destroying it completely. The first step to freeing L, G, and A was to get blueprints for the facility they were placed in. I required a distraction. A distraction that would throw everyone off due to the severity of it. Kane had literal fire replacing his eyes, trying to think of distractions, when he realized that a fire was the perfect distraction! Kane immediately went down to the basement, and broke a set of gas lines, sending petrol spilling into the whole basement. He blocked a condensate drain, and brought down a homemade EMP, and set a timer on it. When it sparked, Kane's apartment would be no more. Kane rushed out the back door and hopped the fence into a back pathway, and started running towards where he believed the jail was. Soon, a massive explosion rocked the colony, nearly sending the ceiling crashing down. Screams filled the air as well as sirens when the apartment blew apart.

Kane finally arrived at the facility when a voice called out to him.

"Is that the guy who made friends with the murder drones!?" a set of female voices squeaked. Kane turned around to see a pair of female worker drones, with pink hair, recording him. Kane was not sure what to make of this until his processors had a spark.

"Hey! I am that guy, do you want to help me with something?" I asked, to which the pair answered with a resounding yes. "Great! Get me a set of screwdrivers, a crowbar, and a hammer, and smoke grenades."

The pair rushed off and got the desired items in a few seconds. While I was amazed at the speed, I asked them to touch the ceiling of the colony, an impossible task. They set off to do it, and I climbed up some conveniently placed dumpsters to a ventilation grate, which I proceeded to destroy. I clambered inside and started crawling. The vents were spacious, enough for a gang of murder drones to crawl to freedom. I soon found the desired cell, an oblivious guard watching over them. Unscrewing the vent was tedious, but I soon got the cover off. I dropped a screw to the ground, and L, G, and A looked up at me and smiled. G, L, and finally A went into the ducts and we started crawling to freedom. We exited, and started running down the alley, when the same pair of workers appeared, asking what they should do next.

"Get three sets of mountain gear!" I ordered, to which they pulled out exactly that, citing probability that I would ask that was overly high. We immediately ran for the door, and climbed into nearby ventilation access, after removing the hinges from the doors. We dropped down through a open grate, the same one I opened when first escaping, and landed on the floor. A guard looked at them, grasping a charging EMP. Before any of the murder drones could do anything, I ran towards him and plunged a screwdriver into his visor, cracks spiderwebbing everywhere. The guard instantly collapsed, his green eyes fading away slowly. He was apparently still alive when the drones began to drink him dry. Even after that he still persisted, the pain of having his oil sucked out resonating within him. I took out the screwdriver, and opened the card reader, shorting it so that the doors opened, and we exited. The doors closed as soon as we exited, the poor guard suffering inside the enclosed room.

"You ARE a worker drone, right?" A asked, the question referencing the fact I just killed someone.

"I am not sure myself. It felt odd when I killed that guard. Some sort of thrill, I guess." I responded, the shock starting to settle in. "We have a long walk ahead of us..." I stated, already dreading the journey. Before I could take a step, L grabbed me by the coat and took off, along with G and A. It was actually pretty fun flying around, but we eventually arrived at our makeshift base.

"Good to be back!" I declared as we all went down the roof exit, landing in the storefront. Dusting myself off, I decided to check my inbox, which immediately crashed, meaning there were well over a thousand messages.

"Fake Friends, am I right?" L stated as she sat down on her bed, which reminded us we finished renovations. Our beds were behind the counter, in a sort of corner fashion. On the side counter were our computer and projector, with the screen hanging from the ceiling, like a makeshift wall. We gazed up at our new home, happy with how it turned out.