Worker!Drone x V

Slightly inquisitive

REDONE CHAPTER COMPLETE//

CRINGE PURGED//

BOOTING UP//

CHARACTER INTRO//

You were...strange. You felt strange, but for a reason every one of your logic circuits and processing units couldn't find. You had learned to ignore it, and you left yourself alone with your logic circuits. However, you had workarounds. Emotion could be faked, and it wasn't that hard to do so. That said, there was one aspect of your existence that harboured some irritation.

Class was quite a pointless concept. A teacher was a needless waste of resources when data upload was a thing. Now, finding a way to destroy the Disassembly Drones would be time well spent. Too bad it wasn't Saturday.

Your voice recorder program continued to make logs. So far, nothing of importance had happened, but when did anything important happen in class? Still, taking chances was a bad idea, and would go against your self designated objective.

Motion detected. Your head turned 90 degrees to the right unnaturally in a jerking motion. Uzi got up out of her seat, her backpack in her hands. She held them in a way that let no one see what was inside, even if they were right next to her, which you were.

Along with her she held a device, and your memory files spoke the word gun to you. It had a stock half the length of the gun it was attached to, a handle extending out of the stock with a gray trigger above it. In the middle of the gun was an ammunition magazine, doubling as a second handle. Understandable, as stability was a large part of aiming. Several slits started to appear in a row as your visor's eyes trailed up. The barrel ended in two sharp edges, one purple, the other gray, green lights appearing in rows. Several stickers were lazily plastered all over it, a keychain hanging off the end of the stock, all skulls with a bow.

Uzi whispered something to the teacher, and he visibly groaned and rolled his eyes, to Uzi's own irritation. A brief verbal interaction ensued, one that was recorded in your recording program, but not important enough to be mentioned.

Uzi continued, and the whiteboard flickered to life, showing the image of a disassembly drone perching on a streetlight.

"We are Worker drones. Autonomous robots helping humans mine exoplanets for our interstellar parent company, JCJenson IN SPAAAAACCCEE!!!!" Uzi gestured to the company logo on her slide with a long metal rod, then flipping to the next one. Footage from before Worker Drones established civilization displayed. "Yeah, we were mistreated in the name of Windex. But it's not like we revolted and killed all humans or anything, mostly because they handled that just fine all by themselves."

A poorly drawn explosion was now being shown, a planet meant to be Copper 9 in the center. Really, the core had collapsed, releasing heat into the atmosphere. The gasses in the exoplanet were accelerated to escape velocity outwards, draining most of the oxygen on Copper 9 and releasing most of the heat inside. The planet became cold and humans couldn't breathe, so they died.

"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..."

Uzi pointed at the image on screen, now showing a certain short-haired female drone, slaughtering dozens of Worker Drones. You still hadn't figured out how their wings compressed into their backs, and how their hands interchanged with other weapons.

"But what have our parents done for the past forever while those things build a spire of corpses?!" 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-hell railgun!"