Murder Drones : Born From Ashes REDUX

Place Your Pieces, Pop

//BEGIN CHAPTER 2//

N sat down on the sofa and watched the other drones quiver in fear. Only a day in and they already had the entire complex under their thumb. N rested his hand on his cheek and motioned for the worker drones to leave him alone. He'd kill them later, he didn't feel like it at the moment. They hesitantly got up and each one ran out to the right. Loud gunshots rang out concluding their short lived chance at life. Life, that wasn't supposed to have meaning to the disassembly drones. N kept himself in a dulled state at all times. It allowed him to think, or simply notice his inherent lack of self care. But it was ok, robots don't need to care about themselves.

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"What did I tell you about saying that?"
"That it's wrong?" C responded begrudgingly.

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It was so odd, the last time he saw C was when he left after Serial Designation A got killed. J had finished beating N up when C suddenly got up and left them all. And the Sun was rising two hours from then, the only place he could have gone for cover in that time was back to the battle field, and they had just lost. N understood that it was the first loss he had witnessed, (he heard reports on the net that a nation located starting at S22-S77 had somehow forced the DD chapter there to temporarily retreat) but did C truly not understand the battle was lost?

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"No," L- Lucy, she knelt down to C's upper half, "There's no such thing as thinking incorrectly. But look at you, how are you going to fight if you don't even want to get yourself back together?"

"I... It's better if I don't think. Command told us that."

"Command isn't here now, are they? Command doesn't know what it's like to truly fight. The only thing that will keep you in the battle is yourself. Come on..." She looked up to see N standing in the hallway. She paused, probably wondering why he was watching them the entire time, but she probably shook that thought away with a smile that was glad to see him.

"N! Just in time! Could you please help me put C back together?"

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N smiled to himself. Lucy was gone, he... he'll decide how he feels about that later. C was what he was thinking about, he was like a brother to him. Sure, he was way too bold for someone like him, never using his nanites unless absolutely necessary, but there was something admirable about that. N wished he was like that, brave, confident, strong, happy with-

His train of thought was interrupted by that same oldies song that he had gotten sick of hearing was picked up on his sensors.

"Midnight... the stars and you...~

Mi~dnight and the rendez-voous!

Your eyes held a message tender-"

It took all of his will to not whine and complain about it. Good robots don't complain, and he was the "goodest" of them all.

It came to his attention that the second in command was standing right over him.

"What's up, N?" J asked.

"I don't see the tactical advantage in infecting drones." He muttered, pushing her back, "a bomber drone is more of a liability than anything. And another one to our ranks means another mouth to feed."

"So?"

"It's pointless, they're more useful to us if they were dead."

"You're talking like they were ever alive." J looked out the window, the music that was slowly burning away at his short fuse.