So you'd imagine the walk between the three of us was awkward right. You're right. It was dead silent between us.
Mark: So. J.
J looked towards me and suddenly the air got really cold.
Mark: What exactly do you see in my dad?
It was an honest question. For V it was his unmatchable kindness and his willingness to help other, but for J? It was kinda hard to pinpoint.
J: Well, he always treats everyone with kindness and his goofiness always brought out everyone's good side.
Tessa nodded following the conversation.
Tessa: N was the only one my parents could tolerate. He always acted as a brother to me and as a son to my parents.
Mark: Wow, my dad must have been popular with the ladies.
I sent a message to my dad that I was coming to the location a few minutes ago but it was still unread.
Tessa: You would not believe it. Everytime N walked into the room it was like watching moths staring at a fire. All the female drones wanted him.
The refugees
N: Achoo!
V: Bless you.
N: Thanks.
Marlene: Let me go Uzi!
Uzi: N! A little help here!?
The sword fighters
Mark: How many disassembly drones are there, J?
J: Thankfully I copied the records just in case N got us into trouble with the company.
Mark: Did you have that little confidence in him?
Tessa: She not in the wrong here. He did once outright talk to my parents after I took Cyn out of the cellar.
Both J and I look at Tessa with a raised eyebrow.
Mark: Cyn? Your fake name?
Tessa: What no, J. You remember Cyn right?
J: Sorry boss. I don't have a "Cyn" in my database anywhere.
Tessa: Huh. Maybe V and N remember.
Mark: Nope, I already checked through V's memories, not a single one mentioned a Cyn either.
J: You went into V's memory storage.
I put my hands up in defense.
Mark: In my defense I was trying to find a way to enter the disassembly drones code so I could put my consciousness in this body.
I said while moving my hands up and down while gesturing to my body.
J: You're full of oddities aren't you?
Mark: Comes with the identity crisis. Anyways, that list of disassembly drones?
J: Ah, right. Here it is, and according to this paper there's only been a few dozen made and strangely enough, all of them are labeled as terminated.
Mark: Terminated as in, the company thought of them useless, or the, external factors type?
J: That's the strange part. All of them are classified as "corrupted".
Mark: The drones?
J: Even the squads that were sent with said drones fall under the corrupted status.
Mark: I smell a conspiracy. And it smells a lot like burnt meat. But I think after this week of mental torture I think I should rest for a bit.
The three of us start walking again arriving at the building I modified.

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Those who betrayed their kind
FanfictionMy name is Mark. I'm what you call a worker drone. Worker drones were made by Jc Jenson in space to help the humans on copper-9 harvest the resources there, but after an accident they self exterminated themselves and the worker drones were left on t...