You rub your eyes and hang your ligaments over the flesh warmed keyboard. You type in a few commands to save the file to the external storage.
You feel the EdenDeck humm it's mechanical disks and fans as it begins firing data down the copper wires of the floppy adapter. Then your CD-RW begins to spin inside its case. You rise from the chair and stretch your dormant components back into consciousness.
The ASCII bar chugs along, the old hardware struggling to transfer the 100 GB compilation.
"Is it done?" The drone says. You face him and tell him the transfer is almost done. The two of you stand there awkwardly, the clanging of the disc drive slowly becoming background noise.
You decide to ask him how long he's been here.
"Me? Two months attempting the job myself. A day contacting HR, and another two months waiting for you to come here. You only took a week to finish the rest of the work. You're pretty good."
You ask him what he plans on doing once you file the record.
"Take a week off. Hook up with my guys on Tank Comm. Then I'll get right back to this field. That's why we do this, right? The only way to prevent World War 4 is to remind ourselves how World War 3 happened, and the wars before it. And to remember what was sacrificed so we could live."
You nod your head. The CD drive pings.
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"Good afternoon passengers of..."
You get up from your seat and walk along with the other departers to the exit doors.
"Well, I guess that's it. A pleasure working with you,...?"
You tell him your name.
"Well, I hope to see you again!"
You nod, and board off the Nimbus.
You take a deep breath, and-
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Murder Drones : Born From Ashes REDUX
FanfictionIn another world, mega corporation JC Jensen has consumed the world. War and hate are the only certainties as the new man marches towards total annihilation. Copper 9, once a safe haven from this horror, has now become the decider of humanity's fate...
