The Deadliest: Is This Love?

The Deadliest: Is This Love?

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After the LYX squad lands on Copper-9, all the worker colonies go on lock-down. No-one wants to meet the deadliest murder drones ever. Since all three of them were programmed on Æpex, they have three modes: normal and... Killer Mode. No in between. Workers call them Exterminator Drones, or Massacre Drones. They kill everyone and anyone they lay their eyes upon. But what happens when the leader of the LYX squad stumbles upon a child worker drone with slightly weird tendencies and hobbies? Will they kill it...? Or do something else? Read 'The Deadliest: Is This Love?' to find out. (Cover belongs to me, sry if it's weird, I'm not good at drawing covers)
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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.

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