The rain had stopped not too long ago and the clouds covering the sky were now replaced by a backdrop of stars with the crescent moon illuminating the ground below. From the vantage point of the raised cave, I could already see drones scanning the area for where the radio transmission occurred. The machines came in droves, dozens in each echelon which looked for the rat in their house. They were primitive and yet, they were the same as me. False lives simulating animals roaming the sand dunes just like a false human fighting a suicidal war.
My rifle was at my side, her belly fed fully with a mag and a bolt in the chamber. She was cold to the touch today, thirsting the drink of red blood... although she wouldn't get any with these bucketheads with crude oil and lubricants as their life force. I had some thoughts to strategy and eventually figured a preemptive strike is the only thing that will stop my foe. The cave was too shallow for me to do a delaying action and the transport will be shot down by the time I've cleared them out. So as I readied my rifle for combat, setting her bipod down to the rocky floor, I pulled her itching trigger and allowed her light to reach the skies.
"If not I, then who. If not here, then where."
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