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Dissasembly Drones: Personality swap
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Ongoing, First published Jul 11, 2022
Mature
[art by me]
Ever since the humans let the core of the exoplanet COPPER-9 explode, the world was quiet and dark. there was no doubt they had made a major mistake- even bigger, the worker drones remaining on the planet began to develop their own lives! this couldn't be happening! JCjenson, the creator of these drones, and owner of the planet, sent in the horrific murder machines known as DISSASEMBLY DRONES. what will happen? alot of death. yeah. But, perhaps someone will stand up to them, or even stand up to JCjenson? we'll see..!
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The first time I woke up, it was with a simple purpose: Dismantle. When we were sent to Copper 9, the planet was already a frozen wasteland. The sun had died, or at least that's what the file my system loaded upon landing said. The reason didn't matter to me. All I knew was that there was an endless list of targets: Worker Drones. The first one didn't even have time to scream. I reached him before he could react, my claws piercing his torso and extracting his power source. Over time, the Worker Drones adapted. They were no longer easy prey and began to organize. Some built stronger shelters; others developed makeshift weapons. Each mission became harder, more chaotic. My companions, V and J, seemed to enjoy the increasing violence. For them, every hunt was a game, an opportunity to hone their skills. I pretended to feel the same, but inside, something was starting to break. I made mistakes, let drones escape that I could have eliminated. V accused me of being "too soft," but she never reported me. Maybe because she thought I was harmless, just a temporary glitch. But I wasn't. I didn't know that soon I would find someone who would change everything, someone who would show me I wasn't alone in my confusion. But until then, my existence remained an endless cycle of unanswered questions and an increasingly hollow purpose. That void needed a revolution.