Murder Drones: New Models

Sometimes it's worth thinking about who we are. No matter how much I ask my parents, they can't give me an exact answer. But despite this, I keep wondering. Am I a bad Drone? It seems like I'm not lazy, but on the contrary, very hardworking. I am very kind like my father, and when necessary, I can stand up for myself like my mother, but her trait does not prevail so often. So why? Why don't I have friends? I had one friend and I couldn't protect her. Today I turn 8 years old, and I don't even go to school, and I didn't go to kindergarten. I received the first 4 grades of education at home, my father taught me from the age of 4, for which I am very grateful to him, because as I know, my peers are only studying in the 2nd grade, and I have the knowledge of the entire elementary school. But maybe someday I will find out the reasons, but now I need to enjoy the peace while it's not too late. Isn't it true? In a cozy house, a small Drone sat at the table opposite the cake, about 130-135 cm tall. His display and hair that stuck out in all directions were purple, and he looked like an ordinary Worker. He was wearing an orange sleeveless T-shirt with blue stripes along the edges, dark blue shorts, and low black sneakers on his feet. There was a candle in the shape of the number 8 on the cake, and two voices could be heard from the side. -One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, EIGHT! -One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, EIGHT! I heard the joyful shouts of my parents. Then, as soon as I blew out the candle, my mother jumped up to me and, grabbing my head, dipped my display into the cake. -Ha ha ha ha!-she burst out with a malicious laugh. -Uzi, why are you doing that....!-Dad interjected. -Don't worry, this wasn't the main cake.-she replied, interrupting. Uzi went to the oven and took out a huge cake. Uzi-Sit down. N and Izun sat opposite each other, and Uzi put the cake on the table. She just wanted to sit down when there was a knock on the door. N-Oh, your father has come. Uzi-Probably. The Worker stood up and went to the door. Opening it, a worker of the same height with a mustache stood before her. Khan-Well, hello. Uzi-Hi Dad. They hugged and went into the house to the table. Everyone was gathered, they congratulated Izun, wished him all the best, and Uzi prepared a gift for him. If I say that the company at my birthday is small, then it is not for me. Grandpa Khan is constantly at work and visits us only on someone's Birthday, New Year and goes with us to parades of liberation from the company JcJenson, or as it is also called Drone Day. It was very ironic that in her teens my mother disliked him, and then began to always invite him to parties, later it grew into the fact that he no longer needs an invitation, he comes himself and no one is against it. She always calmly discussed life with her mother, and always laughed with her father at each other's jokes. Given that in the seven years of my life I have never gone beyond the yard, and if I did, it was with my parents sitting in a basket behind my back, then I have no friends at all. Especially after that incident..... The holiday passed unnoticed in a cheerful conversation. Grandpa had already gone to work, and Dad was helping Mom clean the dishes. Izun-Mom, Dad, thank you for the holiday, you are the best, I'm tired and went to sleep. Uzi-Good night. N-Sweet dreams. Izun went up to the second floor and went to the bedroom. Uzi-Phew. Finally done with the dishes. N came up from behind and wrapped his tail around her, hugging her. N-Tired? Uzi-*sigh* You won't believe it, but yes. N-Then let me help you. Uzi-Making a big cake seemed easy, but I wasted the whole day on it. I can't even think adequately, so do whatever you want. N-Okay then. The Disassembler picked up his Worker and, turning off the lights everywhere, carried her to the second floor to their bedroom. What will happen tomorrow?