Murder Drones: Unforeseen Consequences (V X Human Male Reader)

Chapter 22: Bonding Time

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I fear for my life. My SKYN plushie has been staring at me when I wake up, so if this story stops getting updates, I've been murdered.

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Inside the spire, Uzi was outside the pod, standing on her toolbox once again as she dug through the engine of an old car, trying to find anything of use. Her efforts were fruitless, like everything, and it was utterly useless, with everything inside the old machine being dilapidated beyond repair. With a frustrated groan, Uzi slammed the front closed, tensing up when it echoed out louder than she expected, hearing it ring through her audio receptors for a moment. Glancing over her shoulder, she looked up to the ceiling and saw N still asleep, only shuffling in place for a few seconds.

Letting her shoulders drop, she shook her head, hopping off the toolbox, picking it up off the ground, and wiping off a bit of the snow. Still, before she'd walk off, Uzi paused at the car window, taking a step forward. Hence, she was face to face with it, raising a bit of her hair out of her eye; not even 5 seconds passed before her visor started to glitch, the window shattering into a million pieces, disappearing into the snow and inside the car. 'What the hell are you?' Uzi grumbled, resting her hand by her side, hair dropping back into place. She'd never seen anything like it before, and so far, she didn't feel any different, just an annoying buzz in the back of her mind, but even more annoying people surrounded her at all times, all in that pod, so that's not anything new.

It hasn't impacted her life yet, but what if it gets worse? She doesn't know how seriously she should take this; at most, all she knew is that her newest enemy is reflections. It could have been the disassembly drones doing. Still, neither of them would even consider taking her seriously, and N is too oblivious to take note of anything serious like that. So he's not any help, then there's the human. He probably wouldn't be of use anyway.

Feeling the annoyance and noise inside her mind grow even louder by the second, Uzi set down her toolbox by the pod before stepping outside the protective cylindrical walls of the spire, sitting on the hood of a car, staring up at the sun, which set perfectly in the center of the sky, a wondrous mix of blues and oranges, painting the sky. Thin, wispy white clouds wrapped around the sky, hooked up at the ends as if a painter's brush swept across the canvas, almost looking as if their brush had run out of paint mid-stroke, leaving them unfilled and allowing the glow of the sun to push through, illuminating their beauty beyond. The wondrous wisps of the clouds danced freely within the sky, floating along to their tune, twisting and curling, intertwining, creating a dance with one another as they traversed the sky to a new land it was yet to explore. The wind aided in its journey, with soft breezes lightly blowing through its body, ruffling its strands further. The winds sweep the white wisps in its hold, carrying them across the land to continue elsewhere.

It was a breathtaking showing one that played nearly every sunrise and sunset. Each holds its own performance, differing in its methods in small or significant ways. But yet, the drone was unfamiliar with these acts of tranquility. Seeing them only through computer desktops as a background. At most only seeing a singular frame of these acts. She never really liked the backgrounds but they always seemed fake in her eyes, a bit too perfect. How can something so peaceful and perfect be just outside those damn doors? It just didn't seem plausible to her.

Yet here she was. Outside the doors, staring at the beauty that seemed non-existent and was once deemed fake in her eyes. It was all so... Infuriating.

She should be familiar with these natural occurrences, but no. Instead, Earth concluded that her kind didn't matter. It wasn't definitive that they'd gain such sentience and want to kill humans. They could have just done nothing, and that'd be more effective in protecting their pathetic race. But they decided to play executioner. Clenching her fist she hopped off the car she was sitting on, storming back into the spire, visor glitching ever so slightly, corrupting the glare.