Autonomy

Despite having noses like theirs, eyes in their image, and hands and feet, they were nothing. They were like paint drying on the wall, only something to notice, so you know to avoid it.

"The warriorbots have made it so not another human being. Not our sons, daughters-" the enthusiastic crowd turned their unyielding loyalty into a ferocious uproar, "-mothers or fathers has to die in the battle of good and evil. War. We fought today, and we won!" A deep, male voice full of rough gravel and steel conviction, worked a crowd of unwavering sheep. They were eager to be herded into cages. restrained from seeing or hearing freely.

The president stood proud, with dignified scars across his neck. It symbolized the days when men could cut one another, physically. That was decades ago, due to the warriorbots having a monopoly on war. Not every country had the means to fund and maintain artificial intelligence. Havland, the president, had control of the warriorbots and distributed them where necessary. Their one and only goal were to die for their masters, die fighting.

"Today, our warriorbots fought the interstellar invaders. And showed them we are not to be messed with. We will not be trampled on! We are not ants!"

The sky was clear of clouds and aircraft. For citizens, the skies didn't signify peace or freedom. That was history the same way feeling safe was. The sky only meant unforeseen death from above, like god casting down a rocket through a living room. Drones were a favorite choice of weapon for the alien invaders, as the warriorbots were for humans.

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Sentry Corporation Board Meeting

0600

Their cowardly responses insulted the President's intelligence. He did not have a taste for sugar, especially on words. Within a week, six employees had been murdered within their headquarters top secret departments.

"I do not want to hear any more useless data. Now I know there is something far deeper, and you idiots are digging with a spoon instead of a shovel! Grow a pair, and put this issue to rest-"

"I believe it is the rebels, sir."

The president scrunched up his face in disgust at the words of his top adviser, "Well go on Petri. Tell me more of something, I can't already know from simply having a brain."

"There are reports they could strike us at any moment, and have been gathering intel from the inside-"

"They don't have the man power! The monetary support. And everyone has been fully vetted."

Ever since the corporations took over as the system of government, no one could get large amounts of money or goods without the top corporations knowing about it first.

"They have...Dr. Stein, sir."

Too many corporations allowed the rich texture, and the smell of green paper, to buy their humanity. They were men, after all. Condemnation came from other humans. Rebels continued their fight against men in suits even as alien invaders threatened their species.

Within the month, Sentry Corporation proceeded to take action against any rebel camp. The warriorbots marched through civilian towns, through neighborhoods and public spaces. This time the sky above was a sign of peace, as the rockets came from eye level. The warriorbots used both advanced weaponry, and their bare hands to destroy whatever innocent men, women, and children came to their path. Those who were occupying rebel camps were now being targeted by the corporations in charge of what was once a free world, in every part of the country.