Murder Drones: Interstellar Annihilation (Previously Insanity)

-Part 24-

The train ravaged on through the land, going at intense speed through the unusual, mountainous and Icey terrain. Mr. Jenson glanced at Z, who was sitting beside him, then looking back at the window. Antarctica was sad, lonely, and a wasteland of endless sheets of ice, however it had potential in Mr. Jenson's eyes. He looked at Z again.

Mr. Jenson: "How long till we're there?" He asked, rubbing his eyes a bit.

S.D Z: "An hour." She shrugged, sipping on a cup of oil.

Mr. Jenson nodded and got up.

S.D Z: "Where are you going?" Z asked, tilting her head.

Mr. Jenson: "Bathroom.." He mumbled, grabbing his suitcase and walking off. He reached the bathroom, which it itself was quite large. He placed his suitcase on a small table, taking out his laptop and the USB. He plugged it in, now opening it's file, and clicking on a document. He was in there for about twenty minutes, reading the document over, before being interrupted by a knock on the door.

S.D P: "Mr. Jenson-?" P asked with a hint of worry in her voice. "Are you alright?"

Mr. Jenson: "Yes yes!" He shouted back. "I'm fine!"

S.D P: "..Alright..-?" She shrugged, walking out. After a few minutes, Mr. Jenson returned, and took a seat next to Z.

S.D Z: "Why'd you take so long-?"

Mr. Jenson: "Constipated."

S.D Z: "What..?"

Mr. Jenson: "You heard me.." He grumbled, now going back to look at the window.

They now reached their destination, leaving the train, being met with some guards. Z and P were led off somewhere, while Mr. Jenson was taken to a private room, Roberts and Laura (Williams) following him. He rummaged through his pocket, and took out a keycard, now swiping it on the card reader, before putting in a code, and grabbing a key, twisting it on the keyhole, the door finally opening.

Laura: "Over the top.. eh?"

Roberts snickered a bit.

Mr. Jenson: "I cannot risk anything." He sighed, now making his way through the door, the two following him. The hallway as long, and often had a door he had to unlock, around five in total, until they reached the final door, which appeared to be the most secure. Mr. Jenson opened it, and was met with a large, open room with a giant structure in the center, something also appearing in the middle of said structure. He, still being followed by Roberts and Laura, walked over to a table, a microphone being present on it. 

Roberts: "You're going to talk to it?" He asked, tilting his head.

Mr. Jenson: "I haven't done so in a while, and we are in a dire situation, are we not?"

Roberts nodded reluctantly.

Laura: "..I still don't understand what 'It' is.." She sighed, sighing.

Mr. Jenson: "Then security is working. He laughed, a smirk forming on his face. He now walked closer to the table, putting his suitcase down to the side, and pressed the large, red button near the microphone, holding it down. "Testing.." He said, his loud, booming voice echoing through the room, now removing his finger from the button. "Roberts, power it on."

Roberts nodded, walking over to another button and pressing it. The structure lit up, a neon yellow color being emitted from it, and after five seconds, it was done. Mr. Jenson cleared his throat and adjusted his tie, now making his short, black hair neat, and stroking his mustache, before sighing and pressing, and holding the button once again.

Mr. Jenson: "Good evening, Cyn."

Suddenly, a voice emitted from the structure. It was monotone, emotionless, and seemingly text to speech. 

Cyn: "Hello, Jenson." The lights now shined on the center of the structure, and revealed a worker drone in some kind of chains, which glowed green. She was also covered in magnets. She had yellow eyes and white hair, similar to a disassembly drone, however was shorter. "What can I do for you? Smirk."

Laura: "Why did she..?"

Mr. Jenson took his finger off the button.

Mr. Jenson: "She does that.." He whispered over, before pressing the button again. "Well, we are in quite a dire situation at the moment."

Cyn: "Is that so? Head tilt. Why did you come to me?"

Mr. Jenson: "Well you are quite wise, and strong."

Cyn: "I'm charmed. Giggle." She paused for a moment. "Tell me about this, situation."

Mr. Jenson: "Well two Disassembly Drones rebelled because of a worker, and now they're planning to come here.

Cyn: "That does not seem like an issue."

Mr. Jenson: "They destroyed a cruiser."

Cyn: "I see. That is quite an issue, isn't it."

Mr. Jenson: "Indeed.. and we believe they are planning to come here."

Cyn: "Let me ask you this again, why did you come to me."

Mr. Jenson: "We need your help."

Cyn: "My help?"

Mr. Jenson: "Yes..-"

Cyn: "And what do you propose I do? Curious expression."

Mr. Jenson: "Fight them off."

Cyn: "I see." She paused. "And in return for what exactly."

Mr. Jenson: "Partial.. freedom."

Cyn: "You are really stooping that low? Laugh.. ha.. ha.." 

Mr. Jenson: "Desperate time call for desperate measures."

Cyn: "Very well, give me a day or two to think about it."

Mr. Jenson nodded.

Mr. Jenson: "That is all.. power it off, Roberts."

Laura: "..How will she.. think about it if she's powered off?"

Mr. Jenson: "She's only physically powered off."

Roberts, still next to the button, pressed it, the neon yellow going back to a dull metallic grey. The three now exited the room, each door closing behind them as they left the hallway.

Z, meanwhile was watching P construct a piece of technology, overseeing it.

S.D Z: "So what was it you were building again?"

S.D P: "Faster cloning module." She said, now taking her eyes off of it.

S.D Z: "And how long is the standard one?"

S.D P: "Around.. a week, E, A, G, H and W's cloning should be finished soon."

S.D Z: "Well thank god for that then." She paused. "How are you so smart?"

S.D P: "Hm?"

S.D Z: "I mean we're all disassembly drones, why didn't they just make us like you too?"

S.D P: "Each drone has it's own job." She shrugged.

S.D Z: "Fair enough." She then glanced at a window. "I've mobilized at least 84% of the defense force, I believe we're ready for this.. More advanced security drones, and around four disassembly drones not including me."

S.D P: "How did they even destroy an entire cruiser-?"

S.D Z: "That's the fun thing about reality." She chuckled. " Lot's of unanswered questions.

S.D P: "I suppose you're right."

Z sat down on a chair and stared outside a window at the endless white void, as it seemingly stared back.