Prologue

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Normal Talk = H-Hello? Anyone?

Thinking = Please, be safe D.

Angry = Who did this?!

"Flashback" = "I'm Serial Number D."

Third pov:

In the year 3071, a company skyrocketed with its amazing product called worker drones. This company is well known as JCJenson, with a side company called JCJenson in Spaaaaace. On earth, a mansion could be seen with a scrap pile of worker drones in the distance. This was the JCJenson mansion, home of the founder of the company. In the backyard was a large tree with two drones chained up to it, once was deactivated while the other was still active and playing with some crows, this was Serial Number N.

 In the backyard was a large tree with two drones chained up to it, once was deactivated while the other was still active and playing with some crows, this was Serial Number N

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N: Haha! Stop it! That tickles!

The crows continue to tickle N until they all stop and surround him, letting N catch his breath.

N: *sighs* At least you guys keep me company when I'm out here. *pets one of their heads* I'm glad that I'm not getting destroyed, Tessa must really care about me. She's the only one to keep the master and mistress from killing me.

He was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching him. The crows fly off as another drone approaches him with a key. It was a maid that was very close to N. Her name was Serial Number V.

 Her name was Serial Number V

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V: H-Hey N. Master told me to come unlock you and that you may return to your dutys. *unlocks him*

N: *smiles with a blush* Thank you V.

V blushes ans smiles as the two proceed to walk together back to the mansion. As they both walk back, N sees the massive pile of dead workers drones in the distance. Looking a bit sad and worried about all the drones that have been destroyed for no reason. V see's his expression and grows concerned.

V: Are you ok N?

N: Hm? Y-Yeah I'm fine. Just... worried is all.

V: About the scrapyard?

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