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

Chapter 27: Slow and Steady Adjustment

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So, me and Riot had a small arguments of sorts, so now we're brining all of you into it.

Who is the best character?

Who is the cutest?

Who is the hottest?

Personally my answers are Uzi, Uzi, and J.

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Inside the school, there was a plethora of rooms scattered across the multiple floors. J found herself seated on the second floor, typing diligently on one of the school's computers, with a small notebook set aside. She sat patiently while the slow internet worked itself to death, loading in the search 'How to talk to lower beings?' on JCGoogle. After two minutes, the page finally loaded, and J leaned forward slightly to read the results. The first result was an article; clicking on it, she found the author to be A.S-F.E., a seemingly well-known JCJ employee and spokesperson. Reading through the article, she found the first step being relatively simple.

DON'T

J leaned back, tapping her finger against the side of her head, palm propping up her head. She really didn't want to talk to those... Things. But if she wants to do it right, she continues reading. The article goes on to explain that if cursed with having to verbally interact with these lesser technological scrap holders, to bring up topics of interest and great things going on. Like having heard of JCJ's newest program! Like the all-new JCJENSON Windex! Now 5% less toxic and safer for human inhalation.

J spent the entire hour reading through the article. Once finally finished, she stood up, picked up her notebook, and stuffed the pen in her pocket, flipping through the notes she had taken while walking through the halls. There were a few talking points and starter sentences given, but the cut-and-dry one was to say hi and promote JCJ.

Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad.

Hearing the screeching mechanical cords of two brats, J looked up from her notebook, seeing two younger worker drones running around the hall, playing toss with a stolen volleyball. One of the kids failed to catch it, the ball bouncing over to J, stopping at her feet. "I'll get it-" The closest one to J froze, both finally realizing her presence, freezing in place. Putting away the notebook, J leaned down, grabbing the ball and walking to whoever was closest, the kid flinching back, tears welling in his eyes. "You are terrible at catching things and have no hope if this is to be a profession." She spoke in a dull tone, holding out the ball. The kid looked at his friend confused, grabbing the ball hesitantly while simultaneously fearing the idea of her killing him the second he was close. "A-Are you going to e-eat us?" He whispered in a scared whimper. "Unfortunately no. I've been prohibited from killing any worker standing inside this bunker." The young girl walked over to her friend, gently grabbing his hand as they walked past J slowly, worried to take their eyes off as her cold, dead gaze followed the kids, running away the second they neared the corner.

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Hey, she was right. That wasn't too bad.

J continued walking through the bunker, quickly becoming familiar with the area and mentally mapping it on her HUD map. While walking, she'd try to introduce herself to any drone she met, but most times was unable to get out a few words before they left, or didn't respond at all. She's only been able to bring up JCJ to one worker, and even then, he seemed like he wasn't even aware he was alive. Or staring at a wall.

Making it to the front doors, the five worker drones stationed there looked over to J, pausing their game while she stood there. Confusion filled their processors as she took out her notebook, dragging her finger against the parchment as she flipped through the pages, looking for the right prompt.