I yawned a but as I thought about how I somehow left base and didn't really die. Ever since I came back, I felt strange... like I was hungry for oil, however I'm way to tired due to running away from a murder drone last night. I sighed as I looked to Uzi who is presenting as she explains, "We are worker drones, autonomous robots helping humans mine exoplanets for our interstellar parent company, JC Jensen, IN SPAAAAACEE... Yeah. We were mistreated in the name of Windex but uts not like we revolted and killed all humans or anything. Mostly they handle that just fine all by themselves. With biological life wiped from the planet, we found it pretty easy to pick up where they left off. We finally had a future all to ourselves. Unfortunately, our parent company didn't exactly love the concept of runaway ai."
I decided to draw a bit in the notebook as Uzi continued, "What have our parents done for the past forever while those things build a spire of corpses?" I hum a bit as Uzi presses a button, "Hide under the ice, behind three stupid doors. It's like we're waiting for an inciting incident. Anyway, that's why my project is this sick as he'll railgun." I heard my classmates loudly gasping as I looked up to see Uzi holding the rail gun. The rail gun looked good, but a classmate yelled, "So not the vibe."
Uzi says back, "Easy morons. It doesn't work, yet. It doesn't work yet. Who said it doesn't work? Maybe it does." Uzi begins laughing as the railgun glowed a bright Neon green. The teacher yawns, "Uzi, the homework was a word problem about buying watermelons." I sighed a bit, 'I could've helped her... bit she denied it of course.'
Uzi responds, "Oh, and this ally amplified photon converger doesn't count." The teacher stared boredly, "No, plus repressed emotional baggage was only worth two points on the rubric, and is it supposed to be that color?" I widen my eyes as the railgun began to glow red then it caused an explosion.