I'm gonna call this murder drones stories :3

Spoiled secret

"Don't you think this is wrong? Raymon? It feels wrong to me." A silky feminine voice called from behind her desk. Dr R looked up, raising an eyebrow. Had she been caught or was the context different? She dreads her exposure everyday, everyday it slips by unnoticed.

 "What's wrong? What is wrong?" R asked in her usual tone, closing the document she was working on. "Perhaps you could explain-"

 "Cut the bullshit!" The drone snapped, her tail went rigid, curling towards R. The syringe end pointed at her face. "I know what's in your isolation cells and why you prohibit people."

Oh...shit she was caught, calmly R looked the drone. Her eyebrows raised as she glanced them up and down. She was a stock model drone, a defensive one at that. If anyone was going to catch her she knew it was going to be her. "Fine...you caught me O...what is it you want? A pet? I'll make one from scrap.." R said in almost a teasing tone. "And what are you going to do? Tell people? Please. I'll just kill them and discard their remains...and even if you told them...who would believe a paranoid, bitchy Disassembly drone who still does her original purpose for her own pleasure?" R grinned slightly as she began to walk somewhere.

"....I- what about that small feminine model you have in the back? Who is she?" O frowned, following R.

 "He was another one of the various dying drones I found. I don't know what you want me to do"

 "You're dehumanizing them! They don't even know who or what they used to be R!" She raised her voice as they entered the isolation cells. R stopped in her tracks, her tail lowering in a slight defensive pose. Her head turned over her shoulder.

"Tell me, how can you de-humanize something that wasn't even human to begin with? They're robots much like us. I don't see the issue."

"What.." O froze, if she had blood it would've run cold.

"I'd like you to leave."

FINNNN