Exiled - Murder Drones Reader Self-Insert [HIATUS]

Chapter 12: Serial Designation Cookie

Past Midnight

2/25/71

Serial Designation C was illegally under ownership of Dexter Industries. He didn't know of course. His memories had been reformatted into unintelligible lines of emojis and English symbols, taken from him, stored in a somewhat outdated Non-Volatile Memory Express (NVMe) storage drive, and then burned right after.

Overall, he was a pretty happy disassembly drone (according to his personality file), sporting a Dexter Industries, FedEx Division cap (sitting loosely on his head), a beach–themed button-up golf shirt, and light blue shorts. He followed orders obediently, but made sure they were up to his moral code first. Which was constantly changing, depending on the mission. Seems pretty... convenient, if you asked anyone but C.

Unfortunately, wiping his memory completely had a few downsides. In order to achieve complete memory severance from JcJenson, they had to wipe his storage completely, which caused his ability to switch his hands out for different weapons completely defunct, besides for his claws and a laser.

His thermal imaging sensors, high-level target-tracking sensors, and repair programs was only on the most basic level, which meant that he couldn't repair entire limbs, but parts of them (forearm, face, etc..)

Because of his malfunctioning sensors, one of his eyelights was a red error message, constantly blinking on and off. The malfunctioning sensors on his head were also red.

He looked like a cherry-lemonade drink mix packet. But that didn't really matter.

They preloaded code that allowed him to use his limbs properly, use his wings, use his nanite tail, and most of his functions. Except for his weapons, mentioned previously.

He was told he wasn't a disassembly drone, but they had no name for his type since they had trouble figuring it out. Probably the worst excuse to ever exist, but it worked.

C had some knowledge of the existence of JcJenson, and the reason why C was the only disassembly drone, was because..... Uhh... he had been gifted to Dexter Industries during a developmental phase of the project, before the corporate rivalry began. Or that's what the told him anyways.

Scientists and engineers were still finding how to decrypt and recode his weapon system, ensuring he would regain full control over his weapons selection.

As his second mission deployment drew near and no significant breakthroughs were made, he started to realize he would have to make do with hand-held firearms instead.

On the space-destroyer he was on, the FDR, had plenty of things to do. There were several computer labs for recreational use (non-inappropriate, mind you), and snack bars. Several game rooms with pool tables and claw machines (which no one had ever won something from them), and best of all, gumball machines.

Not that C could even consume gumballs, but they were just fun to throw at his human friends

His next mission was to obtain information about several bunkers in the worker-drone country of Astronia (refer to lore chapter), and the purpose of the corpse spire belonging to the disassembly drone squad of SD_N, SD_J, and SD_V, under management of JcJenson.

C walked around the destroyer, looking out the windows at the planet below. Gray and dead, with oceans frozen over. Clouds blotted out all but most of the atmosphere.

He was multi-tasking, with his vision taking up half the screen and solitaire taking up the other half. Split screen.

smack

He took his focus off his game, and saw himself up against a wall. He groaned. As fun as split-screen was, it sure was a great way to walk into things.

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